and so it begins...

Perhaps it was time I had finished it, or perhaps time I was already over it, but no, knowing me, I would only now finally give in to it, which reminds me of Madonna's True Blue album - it took me some time to open myself to it and let it grow in me, then after that it was Papa don't preach and Open your heart to me all day long...

It is Wednesday,November 25, 2009, one of those nothing special days, rainy, windy, kind of day that reminds you of one question: What the fuck are you doing in Belgium???

For those who do not know me and ended up here by accident, well, I will introduce myself. My name is Luis Fernando Pinto, everyone knows me as Fernando Pinto, Fer, Nando or even Simpson. I was born in Brazil, on June 29, 1965 at 1:15 pm in the city of Campinas (right pronunciation for it is Cum-penis), state of São Paulo. Family of immigrants - Mom's family came from Italy and dad's from Portugal. My mother tongue is Portuguese, and due to the fascination with Walt Disney productions, I started learning English when I was 7 years old. There were other things I started doing when I was 7, but I leave that for some other time. If I ever forget to mention it, please remind me, ok?

I guess our lives start at a certain point in the past, when we remember doing or acting or talking or something. One of the first things I remember when I was a kid is playing at school, pre-school - we used to live downtown, and there was a nun's school right next door, so that is where I first went to - Colégio Sagrado Coração de Jesus, which was actually kind of nice, we played, we had a little carpet which we could place on the floor and we could "work" on it, and there was also a line, made of tape, glued on the floor, which we had to walk on... As a result, up to now, I still love doing everything I have to do, like writing or reading laying on the floor and as for the line on the floor - it was supposed to make me a very balanced person... I will let you be the jugde of that...

I remember talking to a few people at school, but due to the fact that I was extremelly spoiled, I don't think I had many friends.

I keep on wondering why I am writing this. Is anyone ever going to read it? And what will they think? The idea of people making judgements about me is kinda scary. Well I am only human after all.