On My Wishlist [#4] + Bonus Story =)

Hey guys, How is everyone doing? I can't believe it is the middle of the week already. That is so awesome, specially this week. Now it is only a couple days until we get to enjoy the Smut Slut Fest. I just can't wait for it! It's going to be so amazing...

This week On My Wishlist, I will only be posting one book that I really crave at the moment. Why? You might ask me... Well, me and Sagi from Sagi's Randomness had a little adventure at the mall today and I would like to share that story with you, along with some pics to illustrate it =)

On My Wishlist is a Meme Hosted by Book Chick City.

On My Wishlist this week is "First Drop of Crimson" by Jeaniene Frost. This book is a spin off of Frost's amazing Night Huntress series and I am dying to get my hands on it. I am pre-ordering it tomorrow from amazon and I'm actually ordering 2 c

opies. Do you guys know what that means??? No?? Come on, guess... It means that there will be one copy of First Drop of Crimson to giveaway here. Yep, that's right! I can't wait for that!

"The night is not safe for mortals. Denise MacGregor knows all too well what lurks in the shadows - her best friend is half-vampire Cat Crawfield - and she has already lost more than the average human could bear. But her family's dark past is wrapped in secrets and shrouded in darkness - and a demon shapeshifter has marked Denise as prey. Now her survival depends on an immortal who craves a taste of her.

He is Spade, a powerful, mysterious vampire who has walked the earth for centuries and is now duty-bound to protect this endangered, alluring human - even if it means destroying his own kind. Denise may arouse his deepest hungers, but Spade knows he must fight his urge to have her as they face the demon nightmare together...

Because once the first drop of crimson falls, they will both be lost."

From GoodReads

Story time I guess lol.

I needed to stop by the mall where I got Baby Bones (My mini-laptop) today, so they could change the windows xp that is installed from Hebrew to English. I know some hevrew, but it is really annoying to have to guess most of the stuff.

So, we get there and the manager (the guy who sold it to me) wasn't there and they couldn't do it. Sagi and I decided to check out the bookstore. The thing is that, here in Israel, it's almost impossible to find Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, Smut, Paranormal YA and so on. You can find the odd book around, but it usually is the third in a series or something like that. For that reason I gave up on finding my favorite books here, and also it is more expensive to buy it here than to buy it on amazon.

Well, I was really surprise to get to the "English" section of the Bookstore and find a bunch of

new books around and a bunch of UF, PNR and so on... Here is a pic of three I thought was really cool to see around:

By that point, I had already "sold" the idea of "Dark Visions" by L.J. Smith to Sagi and she was reading the blurb in the back of "Soulless" (which she also bought **evil grin**). Since she has never read smut before, I decided to try and hunt at least a nice PNR book for her and it was almost impossible. Picture this! Me walking around and checking every freaking shelf, like I was on a mission, Sagi behind me saying I wouldn't find any and then me just getting more and more obsessed in truing to find it LOL

Just then, I see a box of three of Sherrilyn Kenyon's Dark Hunter series, though they were

Books 2, 3 and 4 in that series. I freak out LOL call out to Sagi and show it to her hehe. Then, I turned to the saleswoman and asked if they had those books separately, she looks at the books, looks at me and says:

"No, we don't. *pause* You know what these books are, right?? You know what they have in it?"

me: "Yeah, Thanks for your help" I turn, start laughing and tell Sagi what she said. WTH does that saleswoman care if I read that? Seriously? Only in Israel, I'm telling you LOL.

We then move on to take a look at the other, smaller, bookstore at the mall. There, I find GOLD

hehe. I find the three first books in the Night Huntress

Series by Jeaniene Frost and almost start jumping up and down. Seriously! I was this close (thumb and forefinger almost touching) to doing my happy dance in the middle of the shop LOL. Here is the proof that they have the NH series in Israel:

Of course, I just have to convince Sagi to buy the book; and of course she does and says: "Going with you to a Bookstore is so dangerous" LOL. What can I say? She is right hehe *evil grin*

This is me and Chapter 32 LOL (They only had one copy of each Book in the series, so the Book next to Chap. 32 is not the same book):

To finish up, while we were walking around we saw something that made me think of Susi @ The

Geeky Bookworm. I know she likes SpongeBob Squarepants and I do too. So, this is for you Susi:

Well, guys. That is it for now. I hope you enjoyed Sagi's and mine moments of madness. Well, with me it's more that I get moments of sanity, but I digress =)

Thanks for tuning in and I'll see you soon.

xoxo

***Don't forget to check out the Giveaways. Contests and Challenges going on! They are all on the left sidebar right at the top or just go to the Menu Bar or click HERE =)))

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What's on my mind...

I have many things I want to talk to you guys about that I cannot divide them in different posts :P

First and foremost, I am so happy for being here in this amazing country these past 2 years. They were a couple of the best years of my life. I met so many great people, I have been through so much here; good time, bad times, incredible times, nightmares and everything in between. I do not regrets and I feel I have learned so much from everything.

Thank you all you people that have been part of my life, people that were just passing through and people that showed up to stay... You have made my life better, you have made me a better person, and for that I will always be grateful :)

Thank you for you that always shows up here and allow yourself a few minutes to read my rants, please know that everything that I put up in this blog means the world to me :)

*Wipes away a couple stray tears...

Now, moving on to some laughter (hopefully)

Thursday night I went out with my girl Melina and a friend of hers from Costa Rica... A few beers and some vodka later we decide we should make a telenovela (soap opera)... well, at least the opening for it anyways... hehe!

So, we get to it and after my master editing and directing (ham ham! :P) this is the result:



Thanks to Melina and Maurice for playing along and for providing so much fun :)

I stole this meme one from a the blog of an author I really enjoy (Carrie Vaughn): Don’t take too long to think about it. Fifteen books you’ve read that will always stick with you. First fifteen you can recall in no more than 15 minutes.

In no specific order:

- He is just not that into you (Greg Behrendt & Liz Tuccillo)
- The Killing Dance (Laurell K. Hamilton)
- Why didn't they ask Evans (Agatha Christie)
- Curtain (Agatha Christie)
- Twilight (Stephanie Meyer)
- Eclipse ((Stephanie Meyer)
- New Moon (Stephanie Meyer)
- Breaking Dawn (Stephanie Meyer)
- Shadow Kissed (Richelle Mead)
- Iron Kissed (Patricia Briggs)
- Lover Avenged (J.R.Ward)
- HP and the Deathly Hallows (J.K.Rowling)
- HP and the Prisioner of Azkaban (J.K.Rowling)
- The Return of the King (Tolkien)
- The DaVinci Code (Dan Brown)

Ok guys, that's it from now... Thanks for stopping by... and stay tuned a lot more to come... soon

and a big release from the blog during this summer... you can't miss it!!!!!

:)

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There is nothing to fear...?!?!

I remember the last time I walked around the streets of Copacabana in Rio de Janeiro... It was my last visit to the Sochnut (Jewish Agency) before my alyiah... I was born in Rio and I was supposed to be used to it... but I wasn't... I felt so self conscious walking around there, so scared... it was such an awful feeling...

A little while later I realized it wasn't just there... even in the small city I had been living, I felt too uncomfortable walking around the streets on my own... granted that it was not as bad as in Copacabana, but even so...

Now, I am here... I'm in Tel Aviv, such an European city... but still here, in the middle east... I am not scared... I can walk alone at 4am and I am not scared... I feel safe here and I appreciate that feeling... That is one of the many reasons I love living in Israel...

Don't get me wrong, I have had a couple creepy situations involving cab drivers that could have scared me a lot... once a driver simply asked for a kiss when we got to my house, another kept asking me out during the whole ride... during the most recent experience, the driver kept asking me to come over to his house to cook for him... lol... I laugh at those stories now... but while they were happening, they were quite scary...

Fear is an amazing thing; it can keep us from living... I could say I’m traumatized and never get into a cab alone again... but, so what??? Life is supposed to be scary... I can get out of my house tomorrow and get hit by a car, can't I??? What's the point of living if you don't take chances???

Of course, getting back on a horse after a fall is terrifying... but being on that horse once more, and succeeding at it... Is amazing... you can never know that feeling if you don't try...

Post Soundtrack:

Katy Perry - I kissed a girl
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NoKPi8xtyjA

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One step further...

Saying that I haven't been inspired to come here and write is a lie, and I don't lie on this blog :)

I have thought up a couple subjects I plan to bring up and discuss here, but I have been too lazy to sit down and write it lol... However, I hope that the news I'm about to give you guys helps letting my laziness go :P

I have been on the world wide web for almost ten years and even after all this time the internet amazes me with its power...

How, is still unknown, but an editor of instablogs (www.instablogs.com), a news/article based social network, came across this little blog of mine and invited me to join the "citzen voices" of the site and contribute with fresh and original articles... well, I have accepted the challenge and my first piece is up :)

I enjoy writing here so much, but I never thought that it could open such an amazing door for me... I am very excited...












my page on the site is: http://lalabristow.instablogs.com

and my first article for the site is up already on: http://lalabristow.instablogs.com/entry/getting-over-misconceptions/

I'll be submitting 2-3 articles a week, so come by and check it out...

No, I will not stop posting here... this is my baby and I love it... so, stand by... I still have a lot of stories to tell and a lot of things to say :)

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Stop and Think about it...

I had heard about this day when I was in Jewish school, I had heard how it was here in Israel... However, to experience it... is definitely completely different

Today is The Holocaust Remembrance Day – Yom Ha’Shoah (in Hebrew). The day all Jewish people in the world stop and remember what we lost in the Second World War… It is a day that is meant to help the new generations remember what so many people went through and avoid letting it die as a distant memory… It hurts to think that 11 million people died, 6 of which were of my own people… It huts to remember what, for me, was the lowest low human beings can get… coming to Israel was the best thing I have ever done in my life, stopping being a minority, becoming part of whole and feeling at home…

During the day sirens ring at two different hours of the day… when that happens EVERYONE stops whatever they are doing (yes, even driving) and keeps a moment of silence until the siren stops…

At school we had a ceremonial, that included speeches, a survivor told her history and we sang the national anthem… I am not ashamed to admit that it brought tears to my eyes, the feeling of being amongst so many Jewish people in such an important day, was amazing… and besides, I simply love the Israeli national anthem…. It's just beautiful…

I would like to take this moment and express what this day means to me and what it should mean to the world…

1945 sounds so long ago… but it is not as it seems… we can find innumerous neo-Nazi websites online and a lot of people that say the Holocaust never happened…
I worry for the day there are no survivors left to tell their stories… I am afraid their experiences will be only pages in a school History books… and that is what this day is for me… The opportunity to stop, remember and ponder on dark days… The world lost 11 million people… and that should NEVER happen again…

It is up to us the bearers of the future generations to not let it happen…

Song of the moment:

Israel's National Anthem - Hatikva (The Hope)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=biQtrQpyJGo

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Live entertainment...

I keep trying to get inspired and write something extremelly insightful here...
I can't seem to get there lately, not for any specific reason, but simply for a draught of inspiration...
Just for the sake of some sort of update, since my last post I have been in contact with my mom and desite all not being all perfect, we are ok...

Moving on...

I am really excited about something that happen a couple weeks ago...

I have been listening a lot to a radio in english here in Israel (Ram FM - 93.6) and a couple weeks ago I called in to participate in a program and ended up winning a sweatshirt...
a couple of days later I called in another program to participate in a discussion, the presenter was so nice... He sked what I studied at school (mainly cause I mentioned that I was on my way to school) and I said:
communication, actually we even have a radio class this semester

after I said that, he (ON THE AIR) offered to come to our school to visit, sit in a class... It was awsome and I am trying to make it happen very soon...

Other than that the only news I got is that I got a new job... I'll tell you guys later...

:)

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It's showtime...

What is there in a template?
The blog would still be the same, while looking different?

Of course guys, I finally got rid of the basic template offered by the Blogger (which I liked, btw... but I prefer using somehting out of the "basic" area)
I got this template online and I am well aware more people have this one... but until someone doesn't make me a personalized one... this is it... and it's orange, which is ALWAYS good in my opinion...

Let's change the subject a bit, shall we?

while lazying around the house, on the "amazing" 10 day winter-break we had between end of finals and the second semester, internet, television and the telephone were my very best friend... during that time me and Vivi came across a couple of very interesting blogs... these blogs analyze the man/woman relationship... which is still a mistery to us all...

The game is overplayed most times... we fell like a fresbee thrown around without a care in the world... and quoting an awsome brazillian blog "all men are clowns" and some are very skilled ones... they perform magic tricks (making themselves disappear), acrobacies (handling more than two women at a time)... and so on... if you really think about it... men are not just clowns... they are the whole circus...

Before reading this blog, I never thought about that... but now it all makes sense... however, that realization will not help us in any way other than showing us that we should never expect much from them...

well, I might be sounding cinical... and maybe I AM cinical at the moment...
Vivi always tells me I am a romantic... and I am... but I have been screwed over a few too many times... I am on the fence now... for me the jury is out for the whole male genre...

Besides all that, I am a romantic... so I will keep hoping someone comes along and proves me wrong...

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To be or not to be...

Those of you who know me, know how theatrical I can be...
I am not saying I am a good actress, far from it actually. However, I love acting and I am doing a theater workshop at school. My problem with acting has always been, cracking up mid scene; but, in this course I have been working on concentration and I am starting to get better.

My next story is about my theater class last week.
It is an improv class, meaning we don't work with scripts...
Last class we had an exercise where we were supposed to tell each other our "wants" in turns...
This girl turns to me saying: "I want a married man"
I'm like: "what, a specific one or any married man" - what? It was a legitimate question... lol
she says: "a specific one"

later on we get to an exercise where we had a circle and we had to blame the person on the left for something, pick a fight and the person was supposed to apologize...

The same girl from before is on my left and I get inspired, here's the "fight":
(L = me, R = her)

*I was in an emotional place, and I took advantage of it... lol

L: I thought we were friends...
R: What?
L: I thought we were best friends, and you go and sleep with my husband...
(at this moment she is in SHOCK and starts laughing nervously and I laugh too... I knew it was gonna hit her good... I whisper: Sorry... She says it's ok... so we go on...)
L: How could you do this to me. I trusted you...
R: You said you didn't like him anymore...
L: what? are you kidding me?
R: you said you didn't love him
L: Oh, you are actually going to to take what I said to you, my best friend, after a fight with my husband and use it as an excuse to sleep with him? How dare you?
R: I thought it was ok...
L: Ok, ok? How can you say that? How could you do this? You were my maid of honor, you are the godmother to my child, we have been friends for more than 20 years... And you dare say it was ok...
R: I will never do it again... Give me another chance...
L: You lost your chance when you stole my boyfriend in high school... We were young, I let it go...
R: Please, give me another chance...
L: I can't, I can never trust you again... I am done, our friendship is over... I never want to see you again (I said, Shaking a bit while a actual tear dropped)
I turned and left....

The scene was over... and one of the guys of the class turns and says:
I am never going to pick a giht with you...

lol

the other comment was:

"Are you married?"
me: No
"Not even a little?"

lol

Next class?? Tonight... Yay...


On the next chapter of "Larissa's life":

"How to put your foot in your mouth in two lessons - lesson two"

Don't miss it :)

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How to properly put your foot in your mouth... In two lessons...

Yeah... For those of you who don't really know me that well. You should know that I am a very sucessful "puter" of foot in my mouth... meaning: I say the wrong thing at the wrong time...

I just realized that the title should have been "In three lessons"... but for now I'll just tell two stories, since the first didn't happen in Israel.

In my second week here I got a job translating websites. Which is great, since I can work from home and make my own time. However, the money was not enough... So, I got a job at a customer service for a carpet cleaning company, that serves NY and the sorrounding areas (aka three computers and a few phone lines at the company's owner house, on Nordau street in Tel Aviv... I know... Fancy right?)

Well... I only stayed at that job for a week. Because after that I had to sign a contract for six months, and I would not be able to handle school and the job at the same time.
The job was not bad... it was quite nice, after I got used to it...

Well, since the company served NY, we had to pretend (by we, I mean me and the canadian/russian girl working with me) we were in NY. No problem being foreign, but we were in NY.

One night, this very nice woman calls... and at some point in the conversation, she asks: "where are you from? I sense an accent"

Well people... that's where all my brain cells decided they needed a vacation... and I started to panic... I forgot that it didnt matter that I was brazillian, as long as I lived in Ny... But noooooooo I had to screw it up... lol
I said: "I'm from Ireland"

HOW STUPID WAS THAT?????

Are you kidding me.... My accent is the furthest away from Irish that it can be...
And as our favorite friend "murphy" (for those of you who don't know him... See here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murphy%27s_law) would say... of course that was the stupidest thing I could say, because the woman turns to me and says:
"I'm from Ireland too, wow... you are not kidding are you?"
- I had to stick to my story
me: "of course not"
her: "Where in Ireland?"
me: "Dublin" (The only place I know)
her: "Me too... wow" (Are you kidding me??????????)
me: "But, I moved here when I was a kid" (Ok, how did THAT help... If that was true, I would NOT have an accent... I can totally picture my brain cells surfing in hawaii at that moment... DAMN!!!!!!)
her: "Oh, me too"

From that moment on, I changed the subject back to carpets...
I barely got out of it.... Damn!!!!!!!
lol

Lesson 2... coming soon

TO BE CONTINUED...

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When in Rome... I mean, TV studio class...

Amongst very boring theoretical classes, we have our great TV studio class. In which we learn how to be directors and use all the equipments. During the first weeks we learned about making simple scripted shows. Now we just started working with Talk Shows... and that's where my story comes from...

Ok, last tuesday morning... Class at 8:30... I overslept and got there a little after 9. I get into the studio and the teacher turns to me and says: You, you are going to be one of the guests of the show...
I put my stuff down and sit on a chair under the spotlight...
R. (who asks to remain unamed) was going to be the host and Debrah (from South Africa) was the other guest.

The teacher told us, that we were supposed to talk about our lives, school... stuff like that...
But, come ooooon... it was too early, and we were TOO sleepy... So, we decided to have some fun and be ourselves but with outrageous stories... In one of the me and Debrah were girlfriends, the other she was a transsexual hooker,straight out of sex change surgery and I was her Pimp, while R. was a very prejudiced german guy.
*we changed stories everytime he said CUT... lol

The best story, was when we decided I was going to be a bissexual porn star, Debrah a very religious christian that didn't believe in sex before marriage and R. was veeeery gay...

(before it started, Robert turned to me and said: I am going to ask very specific questions... and I said: go ahead... dont be shy... (He soooooooooo didn't know who he was dealing with... lol)

R: Good Morning. I'm R. and welcome to Random people from the streets...
Today we have two very special guests. Larissa from Brazil. Hi Larissa, how are you?
(He was sooooooo gay... Imagine a very flamboyant gay person with german accent... lol)
L: I'm Good R.
R: And Debrah from South Africa. Hi Debrah.
D: Hi R.
R: So Larissa, Tell us. Why did you come to Israel.
L: Well, I came 5 months ago to study here and live with my dad that made alyiah 2 years ago.
R: Great. So, what do you do here, beside studying?
L: I... hmmm I work.
R: Doing what?
L: Well, My job isn't very mainstream.
R: What is it?
L: Well, I'm a porn star.
R: wow, really? and what kind of movies do you do?
L: Well, I have done a lot of group stuff, but recently I do more S&M and bondage stuff.
(He wasn't expecting that answer... lol so he starts laughing histerically)
R: Really? What do you mean by bondage?
L: You know, like tying the guy up, using whips, high heels on the the guys back... Basically being a dominatrix.
R: So, Debrah. What do you think about this?
D: It's an absurd. You should not have sex before marriage.
L: That's just because you haven't tried it before.
D: Why are you looking at me like that?
L: You are very cute. And would look great in my next movie. You can make a lot of money.
D: Are you Cr... How much money?
L: Oh, a girl like you... hmmmm a lot of money... You should come... I have a shooting next week and...
D: You are crazy...
L: Nah... you would be great..
D: really?
L: Yeah...
D: ok... Ill do it...
(we high 5... and celebrate)
R: That's all for us. See you next time.

I keep wondering how was my teachers face watching this from the control room... lol.

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Gay???

I have to say, i love going out in Tel Aviv. It's an amazing city. So alive, so many things to do.
I am very proud to already have so many friends that I love here, it definately makes all the diference in my life and with them I have been through so much already...

About two or three weeks ago (I swear, my concept of time has changed here... it is crazy) me and Helena (another brazillian here... lol... we are more then you might thought) decided we wanted to go to a gay club... I mean, It is so much fun, even though EITHER of us is gay... We love gay clubs... lol

Well the first time we ended up at a gay party here was by luck and I ended up having to go to the ER (Not the series... lol) I will tell this story some other time for sure...
The second time it was on purpose, we knew exactly when and where to go... So we were psyched for sure. There we went, as happy as we could be... lol We met up a friend of hers, that was so gay, that you probably could tell from space (just like the great wall of China). Nothing really interesting happened at the club... Besides we coming to the, already popular, conclusion that there are so many hot gay men out there that it is definately a waste... lol

So, about 4am we left the club to go home. We had a ride with Helena's friend (the gay guy, remember?). At about 4:30 am we drop her off and I was next. Right after she leaves, the guy starts a very weird conversation, saying that he has never been with a woman, asking if I had ever been with one (no I haven't, btw)...

Out of the sudden he says he needs to pee and stops at a deserted parking lot... I start to get nervous... He stops the car and simply doesn't go out. He starts saying again that he has never been with a woman and ADDS that he wants to experience it WITH ME...

WTF... are you kiddng me????

I say I can't, that I have a boyfriend (cof, cof... lie... cof, cof) that i could never do that to him...
He starts CRYING, saying his father hasn't talked to him in two years, and that if he "tryed" a woman, that he might like it and that his father would be ok...
I tell him he can try with someone else, and he says:
"If it's not with you, it won't be with nobody else..."
I continue to say no, as I was totally freaked out at the moment as you can imagine...
The guy was not the outgoing guy that he was earlier... he was creepy, and all I could think was that i need to go home...

Finally he gives up, I ask him to leave me any where... I get a cab and go home...

what a nightmare...

I don't even trust gay men anymore... lol

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The "Muniot"...

I have the best dad ever. He actually drives me to school everyday and picks me up afterwards. Can you believe that? He bought a car here because of me. However like I said in the previous post every story has a begining.

Before the car, I got around almost exclusively by "munit" (Taxi). It was really expensive, but it gave me definatelly great stories to tell.

First of all, let me just say that just by saying you are brazillian here makes people react in a very specific way, which is very interesting and I will definately address it later, on a post.

Like any other country, here in Israel we can find different kinds of drivers. The talkative, the rude, the young, the old, the bad driver, the cute, the flirty/harrassing and so on. But as cab drivers categories go, there are two that are the most analyzed; The talkative and the flirty one. Mainly because they result in the best stories... lol.

I have a few of them...

I am going to summarizing the talkative type in one story, because almost all of them are very similar, which comes to some questions that keep popping in my head, like:

Is 24 years old, too old?
Do I really look like I could be married to my father?
and mostly...
WHYYYYYYYYY?

Ok, a regular cab ride turns to a nightmare when the guy starts asking about me (in hebrew; which, for that level of conversation, I usually can handle).

CB: you live here?
L: Yeah, I made alyiah
CB: congratulations
L: thanks
CB: how long ago?
L: five months
CB: nice. So, you are "ola chadasha"?.
L: yeah
CB: welcome
L: thanks
CB: where do you live?
L: in Te Aviv
CB: Are you married?
L: No (shocked face)
CB: Why not?
L: I don't want to now
CB: why now?
L: I'm young
CB: how old are you?
L: 24
CB: you are too old, you should get married...

and goes with the guy(s) trying to convince me to get married... (it happened more than 10 times people....)

Oh, and if I'm with my dad... they always think he is my husband and dont believe when we say he is my dad.... Damn!!!!!!! lol

The flirty and sometimes harrassing type is more complicated and I want to tell you guys a story...

There I was leaving a club at 4am...
what? it was early... lol I usually leave at 6am...
any who... lol

I went out and got a cab...
again with the talking and all
(this is actually a talkative+flirty/harrassing cab driver story... lol)

when we get to my house the guy turns to me and says something in hebrew that I can't understand... I say: what?
then he turns to me: "give me a kiss?"

ARE YOU KIDDING ME????????????

LOL

All I have to say, Baruch Hashem my dad got a car and taxi's are something very esporadic in my life...

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Everything has to start somewhere...

Just like any story, my story has a begining...
I was born in a winter day in Brazil, 24 years ago.
Honestly whatever came between then and my new life here in israel is not something i plan to adress now. Don't get me wrong, I had amazing parents, and unbelivable stepdad, great friends that I will treasure forever, and I will most definately post our adventures here in time. However I decided to join the world of bloggers to share with you and the world wide web my adventures in the new world which I have recently became a part of.

Israel, zionist paradise, what we all jewish kids heard about in our childhood to be "the jewish state". Every Jewish person in the world has the right to make alyiah (immigrate). And that is what I have done exactly five months ago. Yes, i decided to celebrate my first five month's anniversary by creating a blog.

Am I exposing my life to people that I don't even know? Maybe, actually... Yes, most definatelly. However I find myself in need of an outlet to express my thoughts and tell my stories here in the Holy Land.

Unedited and uncut, I hope you are all ready for some true stories and are openminded enough not to judge. No, don't come here expecting any sordid details. I give myself the right to ommit some things, after all, this is NOT a reality show (as if such thing REALLY exists... lol).

How Israeli culture differs from the brazillian one?
How Israeli men and women differ from the brazillian men and women?

That and many more questions I plan to adress here, and I plan to use my own experiences to show you my findings.

ps: I don't propose that all I say here is the absolute TRUTH, it is just like I perceive reality through my experiences.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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