Foge, foge, bandido foge
São Jorge, Lisboa
São Jorge, Lisboa
June 9th 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
#83
“After playing Chopin, I feel as if I had been weeping over sins that I had never committed, and mourning over tragedies that were not my own. Music always seems to me to produce that effect. It creates for one a past of which one has been ignorant, and fills one with a sense of sorrows that have been hidden from one’s tears. I can fancy a man who had led a perfectly commonplace life, hearing by chance some curious piece of music, and suddenly discovering that his soul, without his being conscious of it, had passed through terrible experiences, and known fearful joys, or wild romantic loves, or great renunciations.”
Oscar Wilde, in “Some marks upon the importance of doing nothing”
Oscar Wilde, in “Some marks upon the importance of doing nothing”
Sunday, May 10, 2009
#7 (Or how our life fits all in boxes)
It’s been a while since the last time that I wrote here. Sooner or later I think that for people that don’t have that strong habit of writing every days, there’s always spaces of more laziness, and despite my inner voice telling me to write more, most of the times I just ignore her. For example these last days she has been saying to write a lot of things: about feelings that I have at work, about strange Portuguese words that appear in my days and that I don’t understand its total meaning, about the will of change and about the fear of getting lost. I’ve been reading more in these two last months, reading in a way that I didn’t read for a long time, like getting home, eat something and literally go to the couch hear music and read. I spent years without doing this… I used to read on the trains, on the bus, on some weekend that I was going to the countryside, on the waiting room if I was waiting for being attended in some place, on the library if I had to do something to handle to some teacher. And it was good to rediscover this way of reading. To not have the TV on most of the days of the week… The good thing with this it’s that for moment we can stop reading, look ahead and think in something that the words suggested us. Even with a good new on TV nobody just “pause” the moment to stay thinking in what it might suggest, in the next minute we’re already being drove to other issue that took the previous one from our mind.
Regarding my list and its updates in these last times:
The great great change is that #7 is going to happen more soon that I was thinking. In fact, it has already a marked hour: May 22nd, at 10 in the morning. I’m not literally moving in that minute to a new house, but from that hour I will have a new one. It’s little, it’s not at the edge of the sea, it’s an apartment and I will be surrounded by neighbours. The good thing it’s that represents a big change in my life, a big change that brings bigger doubts and questions. Interior questions mainly, questions that I’m curious in knowing how I’m going to deal with them.
The first immediately thing that #7 brings is that I’m already putting all my life into boxes, and that is a curious thing. What do we want to take? What do we want to leave? What do we want to forget? I’m one of those persons that has hundreds of things that doesn’t worth anything, useless things, little things, tickets of journeys, of concerts, of movies that I really liked, thousands of papers that I don’t really need but that I always kept, and this is the moment where we say “Ok, this is really going to garbage”. And with that so many things go away. Of course that so many others will stay. The curious exercise of “what-do-I-want-to-keep-or-not-of-my-life”.
I’ve read a lot in these few days: on #90 I already read “La Fiévre”, from Le Clézio, the Literature Nobel Prize of 2008, and on #84 and #85 I have some updates to do. I already heard a good CD of Classical Music, and I already started the “learn another language thing” (to compensate the fact of having stopped reading the book in French… I didn’t pass the 1st chapter yet). On my work I had to phone to Spain and I talked in english with the man I phoned to… He didn’t understand much of English so by the middle of the conversation I was already talking in a mixture of Portuguese and Spanish, a mixture that by the end will not be any of either languages. So I decided to learn Spanish. Not to attend formal classes, I wouldn’t have time do it, but trying to learn by myself. The first step was to buy a book in spanish (I had on the shop books that I would prefer read, but I choose “La casa de los espíritus”, from Isabel Allende; I thought that start with the great poets, like Pablo Neruda, would be harder). Portuguese and Spanish are similar languages so it’s not being hard. I already passed the 1st chapter, and I’m underlining all the strange words. After reading this and maybe one more, I’ll buy a grammar and I will start practise writing. For me this is the more simple and easy way.
So, enough of updates for now… I feel that I wrote a lot today, but specially, I feel that I have so much more to write. To think. To talk. To share.
And that makes us feel good =)
Regarding my list and its updates in these last times:
The great great change is that #7 is going to happen more soon that I was thinking. In fact, it has already a marked hour: May 22nd, at 10 in the morning. I’m not literally moving in that minute to a new house, but from that hour I will have a new one. It’s little, it’s not at the edge of the sea, it’s an apartment and I will be surrounded by neighbours. The good thing it’s that represents a big change in my life, a big change that brings bigger doubts and questions. Interior questions mainly, questions that I’m curious in knowing how I’m going to deal with them.
The first immediately thing that #7 brings is that I’m already putting all my life into boxes, and that is a curious thing. What do we want to take? What do we want to leave? What do we want to forget? I’m one of those persons that has hundreds of things that doesn’t worth anything, useless things, little things, tickets of journeys, of concerts, of movies that I really liked, thousands of papers that I don’t really need but that I always kept, and this is the moment where we say “Ok, this is really going to garbage”. And with that so many things go away. Of course that so many others will stay. The curious exercise of “what-do-I-want-to-keep-or-not-of-my-life”.
I’ve read a lot in these few days: on #90 I already read “La Fiévre”, from Le Clézio, the Literature Nobel Prize of 2008, and on #84 and #85 I have some updates to do. I already heard a good CD of Classical Music, and I already started the “learn another language thing” (to compensate the fact of having stopped reading the book in French… I didn’t pass the 1st chapter yet). On my work I had to phone to Spain and I talked in english with the man I phoned to… He didn’t understand much of English so by the middle of the conversation I was already talking in a mixture of Portuguese and Spanish, a mixture that by the end will not be any of either languages. So I decided to learn Spanish. Not to attend formal classes, I wouldn’t have time do it, but trying to learn by myself. The first step was to buy a book in spanish (I had on the shop books that I would prefer read, but I choose “La casa de los espíritus”, from Isabel Allende; I thought that start with the great poets, like Pablo Neruda, would be harder). Portuguese and Spanish are similar languages so it’s not being hard. I already passed the 1st chapter, and I’m underlining all the strange words. After reading this and maybe one more, I’ll buy a grammar and I will start practise writing. For me this is the more simple and easy way.
So, enough of updates for now… I feel that I wrote a lot today, but specially, I feel that I have so much more to write. To think. To talk. To share.
And that makes us feel good =)
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Quiet Sundays
I don’t know why Portugal is a country where the Carnival is so celebrated (especially in that so brazilian way of samba + naked girls + parades) but I do know that this brings a wonderful quietness to places that are not very in the mood for that, like Lisbon or Sintra. Tomorrow I will be able to stay more 10 or 15 minutes in bed because yes, the traffic will be less to the centre of the city, and I’m already thinking in the 101 things that I will do on tuesday, the national holiday given by the state (to everybody goes crazy and act like an idiot). Portuguese simply love the weeks with national holidays in the middle, the perfect excuse to not work, and this week is really a week of working the less possible. I’ve heard that we are the european country that has more holidays in a year (14) and in June we even have a week with 3 holidays in the middle. I admit that I also love holidays and I think that’s because they give us the possibility of doing something different, something more pleasantly and nicely in the middle of a week. The though is really something like “where I will go or what I will be doing on next sunny tuesday?” and just the exercise of thinking in the possibilities it’s good.
About the list… lately I’ve been reading a lot and I’m in that point of, without know very well how, having 3 books on the desk (curiously one in portuguese, other in english and other in french), two or three newspapers that I want to read with more attention, the february magazine of my work, also to read with more attention, two little books related with some school-works and finally a book of probabilities and statistic. Unlike the “writing tasks”, I think that the “reading tasks” will not be hard to achieve… I’ve been thinking in the monologue and dialogue tasks and thanks to a little “help” that came from the cold, I’m also studying the possibility of recording the final result in an audio format. I heard some days ago two “audio plays”, that were broadcasted by BBC and I stood simply delighted with them. It’s incredible the action, the feelings and the laughs, that someone can transmit only with the voice and I really was admired with that. I also know that it’s not easy, but it’s that thing, when you find new pleasures, you want very badly explore them more.
I already listened the Bach’s Cello Suites, but I think that I can’t talk about the “like it or not” yet. It was in an end of a day, at the same time that I was reading something, and in the end I had that feeling of “I don’t know…”, of “I must to hear it again”. Classic music is really so different from the things that I’m used to hear that I think that it wasn’t enough that first contact, that first listen… Does this make sense?
(now that I think on it, I think that it does…there were many albums that I only started to like at about the 3rd or 4th time that I heard them)
About the list… lately I’ve been reading a lot and I’m in that point of, without know very well how, having 3 books on the desk (curiously one in portuguese, other in english and other in french), two or three newspapers that I want to read with more attention, the february magazine of my work, also to read with more attention, two little books related with some school-works and finally a book of probabilities and statistic. Unlike the “writing tasks”, I think that the “reading tasks” will not be hard to achieve… I’ve been thinking in the monologue and dialogue tasks and thanks to a little “help” that came from the cold, I’m also studying the possibility of recording the final result in an audio format. I heard some days ago two “audio plays”, that were broadcasted by BBC and I stood simply delighted with them. It’s incredible the action, the feelings and the laughs, that someone can transmit only with the voice and I really was admired with that. I also know that it’s not easy, but it’s that thing, when you find new pleasures, you want very badly explore them more.
I already listened the Bach’s Cello Suites, but I think that I can’t talk about the “like it or not” yet. It was in an end of a day, at the same time that I was reading something, and in the end I had that feeling of “I don’t know…”, of “I must to hear it again”. Classic music is really so different from the things that I’m used to hear that I think that it wasn’t enough that first contact, that first listen… Does this make sense?
(now that I think on it, I think that it does…there were many albums that I only started to like at about the 3rd or 4th time that I heard them)
Thursday, February 12, 2009
it's just my feeling, or everybody looks happier?
the great sky is back to Lisbon
today 18ºC
sky-colour when I got out from work: blueee
today 18ºC
sky-colour when I got out from work: blueee
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Inside us there is something that has no name and that something is what we are
“I don't think we did go blind, I think we are blind, Blind but seeing, Blind people who can see, but do not see”
I think that it’s not public the great affection that I have for the Portuguese writer José Saramago. For my family it’s very much of “she likes reading” and I know that if I asked to my closest relatives, as my mother or my sister, five books that I own, they wouldn’t know how to answer. My cousin would say easily 20 bands that I like and my other cousin knows instantly if I like or not of something to wear, for example, but with books it seems that it’s something completely apart. So, for them, I can have all Saramago books or all the Nicholas Sparks romances that the difference wouldn’t be much. I have some friends that also read, that gave and receive books, that know the latest titles and that, but I think that only two read Saramago and like it. It’s so common to hear that Saramago books are boring and hard to read and so rare hear someone enthusiastically talking about his stories. I can think “well, maybe it’s just people of my age that don’t read much Saramago, or my circle of friends”, and hope that be that, but there’s an image that I have in my mind of him (completely alone in a table in a book fair, in Lisbon) that takes me back to the other feeling.
He creates the most unpredictable situations and simply put humans reacting to them. Saramago stories should be discussed at TV, at radio, at school, everywhere, “and if people stop dying from one day to another?”, “and if suddenly we all stop seeing?”, “what if one woman could truly see a person’s interior?”, “how would we react if we found out someone exactly like us?”. “what can happen when a man changes just one word in a book that is read to be published?”, “if we had the opportunity, would we like to have a 7-days notice before the moment where we die?”, … To read Saramago is a mental exercise. How many times did I read the same sentence? How many times I went back to understand what was there at my front? His stories open new worlds and new possibilities for me, talk to me of humanity, of the very basic instincts, of good, of bad, of people as they are, with no colourful tricks, of things that are beneath.
“Some people spend their entire lives reading but never get beyond reading the words on the page, they don't understand that the words are merely stepping stones placed across a fast-flowing river, and the reason they're there is so that we can reach the farther shore, it's the other side that matters.”
A few times ago I spent some days in the Pyrenees and I took a Saramago’s book that it was read a little bit almost every day aloud, and I can’t take out of my mind this image, of getting to a mountain refuge at the end of the day, perfect weather and wonderful places, and be sited on a stone resting and hearing (or reading if it was my time) his story, with my eyes closed. I haven’t read or heard anything aloud since my early school years and it was so good to discover that little pleasure.
Something to read more and more in these 1001 days =)
“The moral conscience that so many thoughtless people have offended against and many more have rejected, is something that exists and has always existed. It was not an invention of the philosophers of the Quartenary, when the soul was little more than a muddled proposition. With the passing of time, as well as then social evolution and genetic exchange, we ended up putting our conscience in the colour of blood and in the salt of tears, and, as if that were not enough, we made our eyes into a kind of mirror turned inwards, with the result that they often show without reserve what we are verbally trying to deny. Add to this general observation, the particular circumstance that in simple spirits, the remorse caused by committing some evil act often becomes confused with ancestral fears of every kind, and the result will be that the punishment of the prevaricator ends up being, without mercy or pity, twice what he deserved.”
Friday, February 6, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Things
The last post was too little. I should have written:
I feel that I have so many things to start…
I feel that I have so many things to listen…
I feel that I have so many things to see…
I feel that I have so many places to go…
I feel that I have so many things to read…
And especially, I truly feel that I have so many things to learn…
I go out to work everyday at 6h45 and arrive at home generally around 20h15/20h30. Since that I’m not one of those magic-persons that with only 3 or 4 hours of sleep stay happily ready to another crazy day, I don’t have much time between arriving and actually go to bed! And with that so few little time I end up in having that feeling of “so many things to do” VS “already 23h??I didn’t do anything today!!”. For example… In the last weeks I was having a problem with my computer: I couldn’t download any type of file from the internet. Not even simple files, like an image or a word document, and yesterday I finally decided to loose some time to really study the situation and solve it (yes, I’m a girl that doesn’t understand very much about computers)! At the end of almost two hours I reached to the solution and I solved it…but I couldn’t help it thinking “%$#&% I spent all my night in this!! What a crap!!”.
I know that I don’t want to be someone who is loosing time with things that aren’t so important, for the ones that really are*. But time is such a tricky thing…
But the good news are:
# I already have the Bach’s Cello Suites – by the way, they came in a beautiful envelope!! Only my name written on it wins a kind of “artistic existence” =)
# I have double accomplished #30, with Rebeca doing her own list (Welcome to the adventure!!)
# I dind’t know anything about Matthieu Ricard, but since yesterday that I’ve been hearing some of his ideas about happiness and ways of being in life… very, very intersting
# Tomorrow I’m going to see Slumdog Millionaire =) (and see the director’s answer for that big question!)
# I ended up reading Amos Oz “How to cure a fanatic” and it has also some very good thoughts… Fanaticism is far for being only the “extreme-atitudes-of-those-islamic-that-literally-follows-what-its-written-in-alcoran” and it can be very close of us… inside us… even without we know it…
“The fanaticism essence relays in the wish of oblige others in changing. In that so common tendency in improve the neighbour, correct the girlfriend, doing an engineer from the son, to “straight-up” the brother, instead of letting them be. (…)
Fanaticism is everywhere. In more silent ways, more civilized. I know many non-smokers that would burn you alive just for lightning up a cigarette near them. Many vegetarians that would eat you alive just for eating meat. (…)”
(freely – and badly – translated from portuguese by me)
* P.S. I’m not minimizing computer acknowledgments… For me it’s just not too interesting :P
I feel that I have so many things to start…
I feel that I have so many things to listen…
I feel that I have so many things to see…
I feel that I have so many places to go…
I feel that I have so many things to read…
And especially, I truly feel that I have so many things to learn…
I go out to work everyday at 6h45 and arrive at home generally around 20h15/20h30. Since that I’m not one of those magic-persons that with only 3 or 4 hours of sleep stay happily ready to another crazy day, I don’t have much time between arriving and actually go to bed! And with that so few little time I end up in having that feeling of “so many things to do” VS “already 23h??I didn’t do anything today!!”. For example… In the last weeks I was having a problem with my computer: I couldn’t download any type of file from the internet. Not even simple files, like an image or a word document, and yesterday I finally decided to loose some time to really study the situation and solve it (yes, I’m a girl that doesn’t understand very much about computers)! At the end of almost two hours I reached to the solution and I solved it…but I couldn’t help it thinking “%$#&% I spent all my night in this!! What a crap!!”.
I know that I don’t want to be someone who is loosing time with things that aren’t so important, for the ones that really are*. But time is such a tricky thing…
But the good news are:
# I already have the Bach’s Cello Suites – by the way, they came in a beautiful envelope!! Only my name written on it wins a kind of “artistic existence” =)
# I have double accomplished #30, with Rebeca doing her own list (Welcome to the adventure!!)
# I dind’t know anything about Matthieu Ricard, but since yesterday that I’ve been hearing some of his ideas about happiness and ways of being in life… very, very intersting
# Tomorrow I’m going to see Slumdog Millionaire =) (and see the director’s answer for that big question!)
# I ended up reading Amos Oz “How to cure a fanatic” and it has also some very good thoughts… Fanaticism is far for being only the “extreme-atitudes-of-those-islamic-that-literally-follows-what-its-written-in-alcoran” and it can be very close of us… inside us… even without we know it…
“The fanaticism essence relays in the wish of oblige others in changing. In that so common tendency in improve the neighbour, correct the girlfriend, doing an engineer from the son, to “straight-up” the brother, instead of letting them be. (…)
Fanaticism is everywhere. In more silent ways, more civilized. I know many non-smokers that would burn you alive just for lightning up a cigarette near them. Many vegetarians that would eat you alive just for eating meat. (…)”
(freely – and badly – translated from portuguese by me)
* P.S. I’m not minimizing computer acknowledgments… For me it’s just not too interesting :P
Friday, January 30, 2009
#32
I feel that I have so many things to start....
(this is going to be next one... and it won't be very easy)
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
#83
It's going to be the "Bach's Cello Suites" =)
[#2 I've heard that becoming a donnor doesn't hurt...it's just by giving a blood sample! I think that what really hurts it's when you have to give the marrow, if someones need it
#10 yeah, I thought in that one too, but we use it for the Zodiac sign also called Cancer...in portuguese "Caranguejo", so I didn't have sure
#29 Well, I liked the "End of the Affair" ;)
#12 Just have to see where their office in Lisbon is :P
(You want cards from "hard countries to get", I'm seeing...)
#87 No... I stood so sad and thoughfull... There's such a tiny line between life, dreams, madness, luck, reality...]
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Sandra's 101 Things to Do in 1001 Days
On Friday I read for the first time (and I stood very happy with it) the 101 Things to do in 1001 days of my friend Sandra. I talked with her about it some days ago, occasionally, and this week she has join the craziness and started her own list too. The funny thing it’s how in reading her things my mind automatically was thinking “I can do this with her!”, “I want to this too”, “I also want to take more photographs”, and so on. It’s also good to see that I’m included in one or two of her “to do” things, like the one of the picnic or the other of being part in one of her journeys =)
Now it’s going to be funny to show the lists to other friends and see their reaction =)
(if Manela and Sandra can go with you to Madrid to the museums-tour, you three can also go with me to Italy or Czech Republic…after all we still have many days to plan it!!)
(and yes, I have to take a photo of you and your list…after all, you’re my #30)
Now it’s going to be funny to show the lists to other friends and see their reaction =)
(if Manela and Sandra can go with you to Madrid to the museums-tour, you three can also go with me to Italy or Czech Republic…after all we still have many days to plan it!!)
(and yes, I have to take a photo of you and your list…after all, you’re my #30)
Hard Questions
Reading this week newspaper I saw a movie advertise that I simply loved. It has one of those “smarty-and-intelligent” lines (in this case, a question) that I couldn’t resist to, and yes, I even cut it to put it in my agenda. After a little research on the internet about it I saw that was the poster of the so spoken film “Smulldog Millionaire”. I knew that the film had won the some golden globes, that has several nominations for the oscares and someone had already told me about it something like “it’s a film where we learn very much about people, about how they are”. Despite all that the little thing that really conquered me to want to see the film was that simple question…
Which will be the right answer?
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
Cold
Today it’s the coldest day of winter in Portugal.
Despite the cold, the shudder when we go out, the news that shows the “special-plans” for the homeless and coldest areas, and the “orange alert” in most of the continent regions, I am sure that definitely we are not a cold country. First, the coldest year, in Lisbon, has temperatures between 0º and 9º C (last year, in April, I was in France and in Paris during the day was always between 0º and 9º C) and, secondly, because I found out that I don’t know were my pair of gloves is. If we were a really cold country I should have about 5 pairs of gloves, a woollen hat (or something to put in the head) and wear about 3 pairs of socks at the same time. I looked to people today and or they don’t know of their gloves also, or the cold in Portugal is not so unbearable. And I’m tilted for this last one.
Today I also bought a Pearl Jam DVD.
Pearl Jam is probably my “adolescence band”. I am perfectly remembered that my first CD was from Pearl Jam (before that I only had some vinyl records of don’t-know-very-well-what) and I get it in one of my birthdays. When I entered the store I was far of imagine that I would be buying that DVD few moments later. It wasn’t expensive and what captured my attention was the songs-alignment. In the first line I read “Long Road” and right away in my mind a voice talked “Long Road?? Wow, a rare song in the opening of a DVD”… my eyes kept reading and the voices in my mind also “Dissident also? I only had this one in a tape! “It’s OK” – what music should be this??” and the almost 30 songs convince me to take it. No “Black”, No “Alive”, No “Last Kiss”… Like they say on the little pamphlet “…a half a bottle of wine left to go and the perfect atmosphere to break out an obscure b-side”. The DVD is playing for about an hour and I’m glad for had bought it. It feels good to hear all this songs so many years after. To notice that I still remember the lyrics and the feelings that they gave me in that time =)
Despite the cold, the shudder when we go out, the news that shows the “special-plans” for the homeless and coldest areas, and the “orange alert” in most of the continent regions, I am sure that definitely we are not a cold country. First, the coldest year, in Lisbon, has temperatures between 0º and 9º C (last year, in April, I was in France and in Paris during the day was always between 0º and 9º C) and, secondly, because I found out that I don’t know were my pair of gloves is. If we were a really cold country I should have about 5 pairs of gloves, a woollen hat (or something to put in the head) and wear about 3 pairs of socks at the same time. I looked to people today and or they don’t know of their gloves also, or the cold in Portugal is not so unbearable. And I’m tilted for this last one.
Today I also bought a Pearl Jam DVD.
Pearl Jam is probably my “adolescence band”. I am perfectly remembered that my first CD was from Pearl Jam (before that I only had some vinyl records of don’t-know-very-well-what) and I get it in one of my birthdays. When I entered the store I was far of imagine that I would be buying that DVD few moments later. It wasn’t expensive and what captured my attention was the songs-alignment. In the first line I read “Long Road” and right away in my mind a voice talked “Long Road?? Wow, a rare song in the opening of a DVD”… my eyes kept reading and the voices in my mind also “Dissident also? I only had this one in a tape! “It’s OK” – what music should be this??” and the almost 30 songs convince me to take it. No “Black”, No “Alive”, No “Last Kiss”… Like they say on the little pamphlet “…a half a bottle of wine left to go and the perfect atmosphere to break out an obscure b-side”. The DVD is playing for about an hour and I’m glad for had bought it. It feels good to hear all this songs so many years after. To notice that I still remember the lyrics and the feelings that they gave me in that time =)
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Time breaks
My mind works in time breaks.
Really.
Today is Wednesday and I’m already thinking in Friday and in my Saturday’s morning (that yes, I intend to spend all in bed or something like that). In Mondays I always want the middle of the week, so when that arrives I can count till Friday evening. If I want to go a little bit further, behind the “days-of-the-week-countdown”, I suddenly found in my mind the “months-countdown”. January has now started and I want the quickly arrive of Easter time (April, where are you?), when I’m going to have 2 or 3 free weekends and who knows visit some other country in one of those weekends. After that I’m going to wait for July (to finally go to London) and after July I’m going to be waiting for October (to have the famous “big holidays”!! Hurrayyy).
I even have a calendar in work that has literally all these year-divisions. Office makes me feel like one of those teenagers that use 8 different colour pens just to write the summary of maths and the english exercises that the teacher wrote on the board! Stupid Excel! In purple the days that I intend to have for holidays, in red the ones that I already know that I’m not going to work, at grey all Saturdays, Sundays and Official holidays, in light blue the ones that I already worked…arghh!! I don’t need that!!
Really.
Today is Wednesday and I’m already thinking in Friday and in my Saturday’s morning (that yes, I intend to spend all in bed or something like that). In Mondays I always want the middle of the week, so when that arrives I can count till Friday evening. If I want to go a little bit further, behind the “days-of-the-week-countdown”, I suddenly found in my mind the “months-countdown”. January has now started and I want the quickly arrive of Easter time (April, where are you?), when I’m going to have 2 or 3 free weekends and who knows visit some other country in one of those weekends. After that I’m going to wait for July (to finally go to London) and after July I’m going to be waiting for October (to have the famous “big holidays”!! Hurrayyy).
I even have a calendar in work that has literally all these year-divisions. Office makes me feel like one of those teenagers that use 8 different colour pens just to write the summary of maths and the english exercises that the teacher wrote on the board! Stupid Excel! In purple the days that I intend to have for holidays, in red the ones that I already know that I’m not going to work, at grey all Saturdays, Sundays and Official holidays, in light blue the ones that I already worked…arghh!! I don’t need that!!
Friday, January 2, 2009
Meanwhile...Things from the List
Well, this wouldn’t be hard to get, but I already have the company from my godmo
ther (I don’t like this word in English…”madrinha” sounds me always so nicer!!) to go to a SPA with me somewhere in the Spring =) It’s really so good to see our friends (and family) trying to help us in our lists. One of the gifts that I had this Christmas was a handmade cookbook from a friend (#65) that had the care of doing all by herself. Literally she started with white sheets and in the end, after choosing the theme and the colours, and printed them, she literally sew the sheets and made the little book. When she gave me the present we were on a coffee taking breakfast with other friend, that even before seeing her present (I was the 1st one to open) said “I don’t know what it’s mine yet, but I already think that I like her gift most than mine” =)
I already one recipe written there (from a sweet dessert, typical from Sintra, my region): now misses the ones from my aunt.
I also saw the film “Requiem for a dream” and honestly I still don’t know what to think and say about it. Definitely is not an easy film, quite the opposite. The journey that we take to the life of that four different persons it’s so hard that makes us sometimes just close our eyes and not to watch. One more time, I don’t know yet what to think about the film. Is it a warning? Is it the desperate path that all our lives can take in a briefly and unexpected moment? Is it easy, to end up like them? Is the world out there most like the film, full of ruined dreams?
ther (I don’t like this word in English…”madrinha” sounds me always so nicer!!) to go to a SPA with me somewhere in the Spring =) It’s really so good to see our friends (and family) trying to help us in our lists. One of the gifts that I had this Christmas was a handmade cookbook from a friend (#65) that had the care of doing all by herself. Literally she started with white sheets and in the end, after choosing the theme and the colours, and printed them, she literally sew the sheets and made the little book. When she gave me the present we were on a coffee taking breakfast with other friend, that even before seeing her present (I was the 1st one to open) said “I don’t know what it’s mine yet, but I already think that I like her gift most than mine” =)I already one recipe written there (from a sweet dessert, typical from Sintra, my region): now misses the ones from my aunt.
I also saw the film “Requiem for a dream” and honestly I still don’t know what to think and say about it. Definitely is not an easy film, quite the opposite. The journey that we take to the life of that four different persons it’s so hard that makes us sometimes just close our eyes and not to watch. One more time, I don’t know yet what to think about the film. Is it a warning? Is it the desperate path that all our lives can take in a briefly and unexpected moment? Is it easy, to end up like them? Is the world out there most like the film, full of ruined dreams?
To reflect, and think, and see again, and not forget, in the remaining 1001 days.
Updates
After a little disappearance in the last days of December, here am I again, disposed not to leave this blog to laziness and desertion =) Yesterday was the first day of the year and “first days” are always good moments to look back and forward and try to understand and unveil things that we did and things we want to do. I have some friends (two at least) that believe that in every seven years something really important and different happens in someone’s life. Something like a big change. Personally I don’t have big conviction on that (I think I’m not a life-theories fan) but I believe that are moments of change and 2009 gives me that smell of difference and I think that I just don’t want to miss it. I am perfectly aware that changes are made by ourselves, and that there isn’t a specific hour to that, but I also think that not every moments are moments of change. Am I definitely growing up? This change is specially an interior one and has nothing to do with wanting life-lists, like get married (even without marriage), have a good house or a job for the rest of the life. It’s more like a feeling of self-confidence, the will of getting higher, be more happy and not to bother with small things. I look back and I see that I stood so sad and furious with things that didn’t deserved my sadness and anger, and I think that I’m in a moment where I want to leave that behind. Dream higher, dream colourful. This is what I want for 2009 =)
Today is the 2nd day of the new year and also the first day in many that I have to myself. I stood sick on Christmas time (four days in the bed…25..26..27..28…and finally when I got better…29…day of work!!) so for the first time I’m enjoying some of my Christmas’ presents. At least the “musical” ones. I got two musical DVD’s and I spent a big part of my day hearing them.
The first one is probably from my favourite band, Radiohead, and it’s a kind of “special edition” with 2 cds and 1 dvd. I come to the conclusion that it’s impossible to me to say what is the song that I most like from Radiohead. I tried to think that to myself and it was such a
mess in my head…I would have to say at least about five or six songs that really make me feel in an incredible way, but there are so many others that “take me to the clouds”. If one genius of the lamp suddenly granting me 3 wishes, to be part of Radiohead since the beginning would be a funny thing to wish =) *
The other one is also a pack with 2 cds and 1 dvd, this time from the band Nouvelle Vague, with the live concert that they gave in Lisbon in December 2007. It’s a completely different thing (for start, all their songs are covers from other well known songs) but I like the well-mooded way they play them.
Am I not a lucky girl for had this two wonderful packs in Christmas?
Music makes me happy =)
I have to admit that I am a person that like Christmas. I like the smells of Christmas, the colours, the idea of being warm at home on those days, enjoying my family company, laughing and talking, with no rushes for anything else. How many days in the year I have like this ones? We do all, the preparations, the special cooks, the sweet and different desserts, having in our mind being together for a few hours. And I like that. I even like the presents’ part. To spent so many moments in the work-hours thinking and wondering in what funny things I could buy (or do) to my sister, to my cousin, to my godmother, to my friends, to the people that I really like. To have one or two brilliant (and crazy) ideas for some gifts and just try to arrange a way of getting them, because they sound so perfect to that specific person.
Today is the 2nd day of the new year and also the first day in many that I have to myself. I stood sick on Christmas time (four days in the bed…25..26..27..28…and finally when I got better…29…day of work!!) so for the first time I’m enjoying some of my Christmas’ presents. At least the “musical” ones. I got two musical DVD’s and I spent a big part of my day hearing them.
The first one is probably from my favourite band, Radiohead, and it’s a kind of “special edition” with 2 cds and 1 dvd. I come to the conclusion that it’s impossible to me to say what is the song that I most like from Radiohead. I tried to think that to myself and it was such a
mess in my head…I would have to say at least about five or six songs that really make me feel in an incredible way, but there are so many others that “take me to the clouds”. If one genius of the lamp suddenly granting me 3 wishes, to be part of Radiohead since the beginning would be a funny thing to wish =) *The other one is also a pack with 2 cds and 1 dvd, this time from the band Nouvelle Vague, with the live concert that they gave in Lisbon in December 2007. It’s a completely different thing (for start, all their songs are covers from other well known songs) but I like the well-mooded way they play them.
Am I not a lucky girl for had this two wonderful packs in Christmas?
Music makes me happy =)
I have to admit that I am a person that like Christmas. I like the smells of Christmas, the colours, the idea of being warm at home on those days, enjoying my family company, laughing and talking, with no rushes for anything else. How many days in the year I have like this ones? We do all, the preparations, the special cooks, the sweet and different desserts, having in our mind being together for a few hours. And I like that. I even like the presents’ part. To spent so many moments in the work-hours thinking and wondering in what funny things I could buy (or do) to my sister, to my cousin, to my godmother, to my friends, to the people that I really like. To have one or two brilliant (and crazy) ideas for some gifts and just try to arrange a way of getting them, because they sound so perfect to that specific person.
So, I have the all the first 2009 weekend to enjoy calmly my Christmas presents and I know that I’m going to love it. To look carefully to the books that gave me, to wash my new Miffy’s Pajamas, to guard the “house things” and the “alcohol gifts” (that this year were a lot…I received about 8 bottles of different alcoholic drinks! Is this a softly way of people call me drunk?) and even to undo the Magic Cube (Rubik’s Cube) that gave me and that I simply loved. I know that I had one when I was little, but I never solve it. I have a chance again =)
Happy new year.
For me. For you. For the people I love. For the people you love.
For us.
* P.S. I’m also probably the only person in the world that already lost a ticket for a Radiohead concert, a ticket bought with so much love months before the show
Thursday, January 1, 2009
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