marc jacobs

marc jacobs and his BRAZILIAN boyfriend, in St. Barths. marc knows what's up.

seriously?

seriously.

one more day...wah

I'm pretty bummed I'm leaving. I'm bummed I'm leaving Val before she removes her tumor, I'm bummed I'm leaving my mom when she is so worried and stressed, and I'm bummed to be leaving my grandpa, dad, and mutts. And Marina, too, I guess. I really like my country and my home.

This morning was pretty fun. I went to the grocery store to pick up stuff for tonight (my family is having a Christmas dinner tonight so I can celebrate it with them and one on the 24th) with my mom and then I went to my Gynecologist. Boy, I sure love those Pap Smears! I went to my mom's Gyno because he is closer to my house, but imagine my surprise as I walked into the waiting room and saw this:



She wasn't wearing a bikini, but you get the idea. That's Isabeli Fontana. She is a Gucci and Victoria's Secret model. She is way too skinny though. I couldn't stop looking at her, she is really really pretty. She had the most beautiful Valentino clutch. I bet she even got it for free. Slut. And I wasn't really into her outfit. But she is very, very pretty and very, very tall. And very, very skinny.

I am now going to prepare my salad for tonight. I like to make salads.

I'll post some pictures of tonight later, I'll probably even be in some! WOAH!

first floor: chanel, valentino and louis vuitton!

ah, the mall. how i love that place. while i can't afford much at the moment, i love to try tons of stuff on. and nothing fits as well as a couture dress. i've felt like a princess all week!
i went to the Buddhist temple with my dad yesterday and I loved every minute of the 4 hour chanting session. it was so neat. i cried a lot, it was so neat-sounding. and there was so many things to look at inside the temple! i couldn't take any pictures, but my dad has some and promised to send them my way.
yesterday i also went to the country club with marina, to watch her friends play soccer. they decided on pink skorts instead of shorts...because that way, it looks like something serena or blair would wear. no joke. and they are all gorgeous, skinny little things with gisele bundchen hair. being 15 was so much fun!
madonna is playing here tomorrow. my other cousin, yana, who is a model, has free tickets and invited me to go. i guess it's sold out all over the world or something...i'll probably go. they are floor tickets, so i'll probably get stepped on and elbowed. that's the only reason why i don't like going to shows.
i am going for a run. i just wanted to brag a bit, since i will be back to doing chores and walking my mutts as of friday. what a perfect break! i love my country and family!!!

saturday!

i've always loved saturdays and sundays. not just because it's the weekend, but because my crazy family hangs out at the country club. and i'm lame and forgot my camera, but that's okay.
my 14 year old cousin plays tennis almost professionally. she is really good, and she plays for our country club when they have matches against other clubs. she beat a 25 year old professional girl today. yeah. it was pretty awesome. her name is camila, she is marina's sister. marina said she wants to start playing tennis because she saw a Chanel tennis racket that was pink and had the double Cs on the net. ha!
after the match, we all had lunch. i found out my uncle is going to argentina for the new year, to Patagonia. i would love to go there. ah, one day.
tomorrow i have marina's graduation to attend. she got an amazing roberto cavalli dress for the party, she looks gorgeous. i'm excited to be here with her. growing up and living in utah makes it hard for me to attend her ballet performances and even her birthdays. i hate not being here to see her grow up.
i love my crazy family. and i love how no one in it is normal.
i'll post pictures of everything tomorrow, after marina's graduation.

rabbit's foot

I consider myself a very lucky girl. I have a wonderful life with wonderful parents and husb, and I am usually really healthy, except for these nasty colds I've been getting. As I went in to get some blood tests this week (4 years ago, when my dad was murdered, I had a seizure due to stress and lack of sleep) to check how my bod is functioning, I started thinking about Val. Val, named Valdeci Matos dos Santos, is one of my best friends. She is 32. She has two kids. She is GORGEOUS (she is black with green eyes). She loves dogs, chocolate cake, rice with beans and guaraná. She tells really good jokes and can kill a cockroach faster than anyone I've ever seen. Not only that, but she is able to hit the cockroach's head, so no juice comes out when it is smashed. She makes me perfect french fries. She is the only reason my mom is able to come and visit me in Utah, because mommy dearest only trusts Val to take care of the pups. Val is AMAZING. And Val found out a few weeks ago that she has Cancer. She had HPV a long time ago and never took care of it (couldn't afford it), so it turned into a very agressive tumor. My mom is taking her to every doctor she knows of, and Val will be getting surgery at the hospital I was born in soon. She is very afraid, it breaks my heart to see her cry. It was so hard to see my grandma die because of Cancer, and my step dad had Cancer (he is cured now), and now my grandpa is battling it...it's crazy. Cancer is so awful. If I was a doctor, I would focus solely on finding a cure for Cancer. This disease has affected me on so many levels, I wish it didn't exist.
I feel so blessed to be healthy. I always worry about so many things, and as soon as I start to think about Val and how she feels right now it's like none of it matters, because everything I am worried about can be fixed.

WOOHOOOOOO

marina and the horses and the place where I won my first blue ribbon!!!! Brasil rules, United States droolz.

neverland ranch minus Michael Jackson

I can't load my pictures. I hate how my pictures from my camera are HUGE and it takes 10 minutes for the stupid things to load and be added on my blog.

First things first: PLEASE COME SPEND 3 WEEKS AT MY HOUSE, BRETT AND TARA. pay for your tickets and my fam will pay for the rest. i won't, because I have no money. As in my mom gives me money every time I leave the house. I'm 18 all over again. My brother is taking me out to dinner tonight and I told him he has to pay because I barely have enough money to get an espresso. But PLEASE, B&T, consider yourselves MORE than invited to come over. We can go to the beach, lay out, and I'll even let you bring the Gwen. Because I'm nice like that. Let me know when you wanna red rover and I will make all sorts of fun plans. Museums, restaurants, the works. And Tara will have to make the lasagna for my parents...because she will have to pay us back somehow. And Brett can juggle, or something...

OH I saw a house today that was up for sale and it was 6 million reais...like 3 million dollars, about. Bulletproof windows and doors, cameras everywhere, it was CRAZY. Like the new Britney Spears cd. WOW. Being poor sucks.

I know that every time I blog it sounds like I'm bragging and saying stuff just to make everyone jealous, but truth is, that's exactly what I'm doing. My life there is the opposite of what it is like here, and I love reading my posts from Brasil because I feel like I am two different people: Brasil Flavia and Utah Flavia. I do my hair every day here, I wear nice outfits to go to the mall, it's weird. I have no dogs to walk, I don't have to make my own food, I have my mom to spoil me and make me giggle all day, my dad to teach me about the simple Buddhist way of life, my grandpa to remind me that I am loved but to him I will always be 10 years old...I love it here. I will take pictures of my room, but it is seriously a 15 year old's room. And that's the age I feel like I am here. Because it's all fun. No worries, no responsibilities...."bliss", as Miss Johnson would say. It is the best way to get over the Whole Foods thing. Yeah, I laugh about it and stuff, but I was really hurt. To get fired because I want to be treated fairly?! Because I don't want some fuck face to call me cupcake and get away with it? Whatever. I am over it now, but it's nice to forget all your problems for 19 days. And I have plenty on my plate right now, besides being broke. PLE-N-TY. My dad always reminds me that we aren't given more than we can take, but holy shit, I think Jesus thinks I'm a lot stronger than I actually am. But nothing like taking things one day at a time, I guess. And being with my family reminds me of that. And seeing my crazy Russian aunt and now obsessed with appearance uncle reminds me that my life is deliciously normal. Quick little story: when I got here, I thought my uncle's eyebrows looked uneven, and Marina (my cousin) told me today that he got botox a little while ago. Yeah. My uncle. Weeeird.

I have to go shower. I spend the day at the club with Marina horseback riding and laying out and I smell like swimming pool.

I promise I'll post pictures soon, I have to figure out how to make them smaller first.

candyland

What can I say about my passed few days? Of course there have been a few downs (like, 1), but other than that, my trip has been a 10 so far. I sleep in, I see my mom and dad and grandpa, I laugh with my snotty cousin, I pet my dogs, all my meals are prepared for me and I don't have to do dishes or make my bed...aaaah. What would I do without my Brasil? Cry. That's what I would do.

My Russian aunt lives in a parallel universe. It's either hilarious or totally scary, depending on the way you look at it. She gardens "all day" (1 hour) and says she is exausted. She then has a person come to her house to give her a manicure and pedicure, because she doesn't feel like driving. She called my uncle at work and told him that she wants peaches, so he has to bring some home. She then begins to show me a Sotheby's catalog and says she found a jeweler who is going to make her a necklace like the one that was up for auction that was owned by Athena Onassis. I like to pretend I am in a movie when she talks to me so I don't feel weird about any of the crazy stuff she mentions.

Tomorrow I will go horseback riding. I am very excited. My friend from the country club called me and she just bought a new horse for her jumping competitions, I'm pumped to try him out. I am also excited to ride my aunt's horse again. He is mean and I like the challenge. Hopefully I won't break any bones. I'll take some pictures tomorrow.