Picture this...

Clear blue sky, sun shining, the fresh smell of beach in the air, a car with five girls in summer dresses and floating hair listenning to this and dancing/singing, admiring the landscape and taking in the sun. Ahhh, bliss. Actually looking back it's making me want to laugh, but it was near perfection and just one of those moments worth living for.

Thanks mum Now let's have some drinks, the smell of sun lotion is making me fancy pina coladas!

Love,

Mon xx

This morning, I woke up with a very noisy sister on the phone. Living with teenage girls is not fun. And then I turned my computer on, started hyperventilating and decided I need some fresh air. My mother has agreed to this. So! Off somewhere calm to admire the nature and breathe in beautiful air.

Have a great day my friends.

Love,

Mon xx

This monday hasnt been bad - now there's something you dont hear often! I woke up with the annoying sound of a bird knocking on my window and got up to do some washing, but then had my hair cut and went to a café with the mother and had a lovely hot chocolate with a massive dollop of cream and chocolate flakes on top. The only thing with not eating dairy often is that when I do, my body doesnt react that well to it, so I felt sick and still feel full as hell. But back to the haircut, I finally decided to get a proper fringe after experimenting with different versions of side fringes. It's the first time I've had one since I was about 9, and I like it (again, never thought I'd hear myself say this), it's very summery. I wanted something like this but as I'm not blonde/German/a model, somehow it ended up like this; but that's fine cos this summer I'll be more likely to be seen at a festival in a hippie-chic scenario than on a catwalk.

My God, enough waffle. I'm gonna have a lot of fun now checking out menus and deciding where to go for my birthday meal with the family; there's gonna be meals with friends, family meal and boyfriend meal. What?! I only turn 21 once.

Love,

Mon xx

I read that earlier and found it hilarious. So, last night I went out with my family and the boy. We had a lovely meal and drinks, and then more drinks, and then for dessert I had a drink, and then for coffee I had another drink, and then we came back to mine and had more, and then more, and then I had to stop - thank God for common sense, or whatever that little thing that makes me stop drinking just before it's too much is called. It was a great night. I dont like the way that I only just barely manage to stop the wrong words coming out of my mouth when I'm perfectly sober, but when I'm drunk that barrier is nowhere to be found and I speak out whatever's in my head, i.e. telling the boy I'd sulk if he went to see Amy Winehouse because I wanna go too. What a mean thing to say, and I don't sulk, I pout for about five minutes and then remember that I don't want premature wrinkles. And then I call Rachel, the bff. She always makes me laugh on her first attempt to cheer me up.

This afternoon was nice though, my mother finally let me drive after the 50mph u-turn incident, and she actually thinks I'm good which is the best driving related compliment I could get, given that she cringes everytime I get onto the driver's seat.

And that's all folks. I fancy more strawberry water, giving the liver a break.

Love,

Mon xx

PS- Well done Paddy, that was such a great thing to do.

I tried to draw myself on Paint for steve_p's competition, but I looked like a giant peanut (which I'm convinced I do, anyway) and then my computer died before I'd saved my peanut self portrait. So, here's me as a Meez:

That'll be me tonight. They don't have a gorgeous boyfriend on the 'people' section, so I had to replace Mike with his cat, Suki. I'm pretty sure Suki will be joining us for dinner though, and maybe a caipirinha! *does little samba dance*

Hope everyone's having a nice day! I'm loving my new book, Girl Anatomy. Not loving the exercise I'm about to go and do, but my typically genetic Portuguese arse isnt gonna work itself out, much to my misfortune.

Love,

Mon xx

I love putting candles all over my room and just breathing in the scents and relaxing. I'm not amused that, as I finally learnt to use a lighter at the age of 20, it has quickly run out of gas and I'm gonna have to get another one off the bathroom windowsill/top of the dryer/mother's bag/car glove compartment. So as I sit here taking in the peace of my bedroom, after having moved papers, makeup wipes, my own hair and other flammable things away from the candles, I started to think about feng shui. Some crazy woman on MTV wouldn't buy a house unless her feng shui advisor approved of it. I spent a lot of time and effort redecorating my room and I love it, it's my little boudoir. The only thing that bothers me is having a computer in the room; it kinda ruins the peace with its noise and butchness, but at least I can get on with my work somewhat quietly.

Earlier I went to see The Simpsons film and it was very funny, it puts you in a good mood. As does the boy, and a scally-free cinema where you can drink Tia Maria and eat what I thought was a gingerbread man but turned out to be a smarties cookie.

Me: ...Tia Maria and orange, and two gingerbread men please.
Woman: We don't sell gingerbread men, sorry.
Me: Oh ok, can I have whatever's in that jar then?
Woman: Smarties cookies?
Me: I thought the smarties were the gingerbread's eyes.
Woman: *looks at cookie with about ten smarties on top, looks at me with a smirk on her face* That'd be one weird gingerbread man.

Fun night!

Love,

Mon xx

My sister's been gone all day, I have a feeling when she comes home she'll have a piercing on her nose. My mum went "you know what I think?" and straight away I knew what she was thinking. Let's wait and see!

In other news, I need to be cheesy and make it public once again how much I love my boyfriend. He took me shopping and bought me the prettiest necklace, as soon as I saw it I fell in love with it. You know when you see something and it doesnt matter if you see a million other similar things, that's the one you want? It's gorgeous, I can't wait to wear it. Other things I love about the boy are:

*The way I tip-toe when I kiss him
*The way he knows what I really want, e.g. "Don't worry about the sweets, it's out of your way" = "Hmmmm sweets, yes please"
*How he teases me and tells me we're going to the pub and then looks at me, smiles and takes me to one of my favourite restaurants
*The way he offers me a handkerchief when I'm choking on a spicy curry bit of tomato and my face is clearly on fire and I'm involuntarily crying
*The way he's always honest and gives me unbiased advice, e.g. "See Mike, these Crocs look ridiculous on me" "They look ridiculous with that outfit" (Said outfit was a girly black dress and black tights. Now I'm thinking...why on earth did I try on bright pink Crocs and look so stupid in front of my boyfriend?) Which brings me to my next point;
*The way I can be myself around him, we love each other just the way we are, and we were always ourselves from the beginning
*The way he always jumps to my rescue, e.g. umbrella won't close so we're holding it open in a jeweller's and attempting not to laugh, and failing at that. And actually, the way he's given up on getting under my Disney Shop umbrella because his hoody is way more effective
*The way he asks bartenders for weird drinks because I feel like being adventurous, e.g. "I fancy red wine and lemonade" "Oh, a spritzer"..."The bartender said that was the weirdest thing he's ever had to make!"
*He makes me laugh hysterically, which if you ask my mother is a pretty hard task
*And most of all, the way that just thinking about him puts me in a good mood.

Now if you'll excuse me, I've gotta get off this stool and wait for him so we can have a lazy night in.

Love,

Mon xx

PS- And how when I met him I said I was gonna get rid of my drums and get a nice chair for my room and, eight months down the line, I'm still sitting on a drum stool and he hasn't found it weird. I know, classy.

Against me finding work, that is. I had an appointment at a job agency at 10am, so I dragged my tired little ass out of bed and went there. Last time I was there the woman told me that the only thing she asks of her clients is to always cancel appointments if they can't make it. Imagine the look on my face when I got there and she wasn't in...

So I came back home and as I'd made the effort to get ready anyway, I decided to go to the Jobcentre. On the way there, my mother phoned me and said I'd just had a call off a job I applied for last week. Ah, brilliant, I wish I hadnt left the house. But as I was already by the Jobcentre, I decided to pop into Superdrug for a new mascara. I wasted a lie-in, I didnt feel like wasting the bus journey as well.

So there. It seems that I'm just not supposed to work this summer.

Today's song is:

Love,

Mon xx

Boring sundays. What are you supposed to do after having a lie in, having a slow breakfast and reading the magazines that come with the paper??

My mum invited me to go shopping with her and my dad, but luckily I've learnt from past experiences not to do that. I know exactly how it's gonna go; she'll want to go to Next or Monsoon, he'll want to go to DIY or sport shops, he'll be nice and go to Next first, he'll start fuming after three minutes and storm off to JJB, buy another football, go sit in the car and wait for her and drive home in a mood. I'd go for the coffee and to take in the sun, but I'd rather avoid getting myself in a pissy mood. So, given that, what shall I doooo?!

Happy hour might start at 4:30pm, like in Paris.

Love,

Mon xx

1. There are crumbs in your bed cos lets face it you don't live in a showhome. What kind of cookies do those crumbs come from?
It'll be some sort of dessert (probably cheesecake!) crumbs cos I only eat in bed when I have company...fussy

2. You are sitting on the toilet brushing your teeth cos you are hungover as normal. What got you that drunk?
A mix of wine and Tia Maria.

3. You have been dumped cos well, lets face it .. you are a loser. What comfort food do you grab? (after sticking pins in a voodoo doll obviously)
Ice cream and jellies.

4. Your wife/husband has pissed you off so you decide to go have an expensive gourmet meal on his/her credit card. What do you order?
Lots of different tapas, all the desserts I fancy and the most expensive bottle of wine/champagne.

5. Sitting in church (waiting for the lightning to strike you) and you have a book/magazine tucked inside the hymn sheet. What is it?
Anthropology by Dan Rhodes, I always have to laugh in church, it's like a rule or something.

Love,

Mon xx

This post has nothing to do with jelly babies actually, except that I could possibly turn into one given the amount that I've eaten. Or a giant Malteser. But it was a special occasion and me and the boy had a great night! So tomorrow, I can maybe have a drink but no sweets - it's all about compromise!

I saw this earlier and liked it, so thought I'd share it with you:

Night night sleepy bloggers.

Love,

Mon xx

It's sunny! Look look, the suuuun!!! The sun's shining and me and the boy are celebrating being together for eight wonderful months today so I'm in a great mood. But sadly, I'm also bored. I've even given myself a manicure and a pedicure, inspired by Mama's mugly foot competition, because my footsies needed some therapy. And I fancy a drink but since I had a few yesterday, I'm thinking I should stick to water today. God I hate my conscience sometimes.

Hope everyone's having a good day.

Today's song is:

Love you GB

Love,

Mon xx

My Miza. The rule is you have to say who you would like to play you in a sitcom about your life BUT then say who you think would actually be cast in the role. You can give reasons if it is not self explanatory.

I wonder why you couldn't be Halle Berry, mum...

I'd like Eva Longoria to play me; she's dinky, girly, looks interesting without make-up on, has two big teeth at the front, spider eyelashes, big hair, a star tattoo, she doesn't suit sporty trainers and is more often seen in heels, she can speak Spanish, looks better with a tan, and her man is twice her size. Like me. And I wouldnt mind getting married in Paris, either.

Love,

Mon xx

I've never been one for making scenes. I much prefer intelligent and offensive subtle verbal abuse.

Love,

Mon xx

Anyone else got a headache? I always avoid drinking alcopops as they give me hangovers, so I stuck to cider, champagne and beer (beer...I dont even like beer!) last night, but I dont feel great this morning noon. Hmmm champagne.

Anyway, I saw this on a fellow blogger's blog and decided to do it, and I'm freaked out by how right it kinda is:

The rules: Get out your MP3 player and select the random function. Now click next to every one of these statements about your ‘MP3’ life. Write it down below the statement.

Being Born
Aditive - crescer e aceitar (it means 'grow up and accept it' in Portuguese)

First memory
Zombina and the skeletones – nobody likes you when you’re dead

First day at school
Ashlee Simpson - boyfriend (I did make a boyfriend on my first day at school, when I was 6!)

High School
The Subways – rock 'n' roll queen

First Boyfriend
Protocol – she waits for me

The Parents
Fallout boy – sugar we’re going down (hahahaha)

Leaving Home
Fightstar – waste a moment

First Love
Alexisonfire - accidents

Getting Married
Bullet for my valentine – tears don’t fall

My life, my career
Nightmare of you – my name is trouble

Getting Older
Metric – combat baby

Well, that was me
Yeah yeah yeahs – gold lion

Life full of drama.

Love,

Mon xx

Oh dear. I told MenoMama my feet weren't that bad but after taking pictures of them I've changed my mind.

*gets the nail varnish out*

Love,

Mon xx

I'm getting more and more excited as my birthday approaches. I usually start to plan it six months in advance, even though I don't like and never want parties. However, it is my 21st and I spent my last birthday in hospital and at home asleep or high on codeine. So, to make it special, this year I'm going to have a birthday week. It'll start on Mon-day and end on my birthday, friday. I'll party like it's my birthday every night, a-ha!

Only five weeks to go!!

In other news, is it wrong that I really want Ray Bans? And that I can't even decide whether I like white or red better? Eek!

Love,

Mon xx

Mum: Do you want some money?
Me: Yeah sure.
Mum: Do you want a magazine?
Me: You want me to go the shop and buy ciggies dont you?
Mum: *smiles*

Mum: Do you want a magazine??
Me: It's really windy outside, sorry.
Mum: I'm gonna go nuts!
Me: Where's the nicotine inhalator for you to suck on?
Mum: I think I swallowed it, I cant find it.

Me: Bla bla bla...Bic...
Mum: Isnt that a lighter make??

I believe she can give up smoking if she wants to, and provide us with a few laughing fits in the process...D

Love,

Mon xx

So the wedding on saturday was beautiful; the bride looked gorgeous in a very pretty dress and everyone was having a good time. Mike's family was really welcoming and warm and friendly, which made me feel very lucky and happy to have found such a perfect guy. I'm now a fan of Bulmer's cider, and must've looked classy as hell drinking a pint of it, but hey even I need a break from Tia Maria and orange sometimes! After a few tias and a vodka and orange, the taste of apple was a nice change.

Last night me and Mike went for a delicious meal; I had zucchini in chili batter, quinoa risotto with a big red pepper stuffed with cream cheese, and for dessert white chocolate tart with pistachio ice cream (I'd forgotten how good it was, it used to be my favourite ice cream flavour!) and ate half of helped Mike eat his cookie dessert - two cookies with lots of whipped cream in the middle - a cookies and cream sandwich, if you will! The wine was very nice too, and I drank it out of a glass that resembled a fish tank! After that we went to a place called Schmooze, Angelina Jolie's been there too. And later on we caught up with his mates. It was a lovely night.

And tonight, I'm gonna watch Paris and sulk about not being there. And maybe have a drink to ease the pain...

Love,

Mon xx

As if I had any, anyway. I'm sitting here waiting for Mike to come and pick me up to go to the wedding, and I've received a few compliments which made me feel like a big poo.

Father: "Awww my little girl looks like a princess."

Sister: "Awwww you look adorable."

Mother: "Let me take another picture, you look so pretty!" - which doesn't sound offensive but when my mother refers to me as "pretty", in my view I look too out there, fat, or just ugly full stop. However, mummy dearest is forgiven because she went and bought me the dress as a surprise today, I liked it yesterday but I couldnt afford it, so when she rang me and said "are you a size 4 or 6?" I was made up. How great's my mum?! I love her. I reaaally love her!

I am aware that I'm a midget and I'll never be called "sexy" or "hot", it's always "cute" and "adorable". I'm sensitive about it, there's no need to rub it in.

Maybe I should make out with fellow five-foot-oner Eva Longoria, I wonder what words would come up then.

Love,

Mon xx

Oh I'm full of them. I'm going to Mike's cousin's wedding tomorrow and I'll meet all of his family, isn't that exciting?! I tried to buy a pretty dress but sadly had the same problem as last time I went to a wedding; they're all either too expensive or too tacky. So anyway, I thought I'd do a good job with my girly routine to look my best tomorrow. I heard Bio Oil is a heavenly product. I decided to cover myself in it after a loooong lovely shower. I am now sliding in my pyjamas and feeling rather greasy. Clever idea. Reaaally clever. It better have absorbed by tomorrow.

But then again... I wouldn't be me if I didn't do these things, would I?

Love,

Mon xx

So me and the boy decided to go and see Shrek the 3rd, but when we got to the cinema they only had front row tickets and we didnt fancy stretching our necks so we decided to go for a drink instead...

When we go to the place we wanted to go, it was shut down. It's now a rather fetching restaurant. So the boy thought he'd drive us somewhere pretty to see the sunset...

But it didnt look like the best of places to hang around, so we went somewhere else... Alma de Santiago is lovely; I had a couple of cocktails and me and the boy can have a good time anywhere, so it was a good night. And he liked my peanut butter and honey cereal bars, so I was very happy. I love it when people like my baked goodies.

But then, when we were crossing the road to come to my house, we saw a black cat...

Gaahh!!!

Love,

Mon xx

Or desk. Or any hard surface I may find.

Love,

Mon xx

Borrowing Adamantixx's idea, here's my eye:

And today's song is:

Love,

Mon xx