Friday, August 27, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
loosing
everybody keep telling me it's your loss... that am i a great girl, smart, beautiful, nice... that i have everything it takes and that any guy would be happy to get me... every one keeps telling me that i deserve better than you, and that you don't deserve me... everybody keeps telling me it's your loss... and i'm tired of it! As much as i would like to think about what you're loosing, i can't avoid but think about what i am loosing too... and that is the part no one ever tells you... nobody ever comes and tell me what i am loosing too... because if i fell for you it's because you had something to give me... it's because i felt you were worth it... and i am loosing that too...
i spent the weekend trying to find someone that tells me you're not being a jerk... someone that tells me that what you've done is perfectly understandable... i searched... and everyone had the same answer for me, the same answer i gave you before, saying that no, what you did is not alright...
so yes, you are probably loosing me... but i am loosing much too... and my loss hurts....
i spent the weekend trying to find someone that tells me you're not being a jerk... someone that tells me that what you've done is perfectly understandable... i searched... and everyone had the same answer for me, the same answer i gave you before, saying that no, what you did is not alright...
so yes, you are probably loosing me... but i am loosing much too... and my loss hurts....
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
i am a nice girl. i have good moral values and go to church every week... i am polite, i smile at people and say good morning and thank you to the bus driver... i am smart and am trying to do something good with my life, so that someday i can share a nice life, with a nice place to live with my family... i have good manners, i can find conversation topics to avoid awkward silence with people i don't know... i care about others, and about what i can do to make them feel good... i am a nice person... and i am not looking for recognition...
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
i like planes. ever since i took one for the first time when i was 10, i've always felt at home inside them. of course the reasons have changed through out the years... and come to think of it, the reason why i like them so much right now is because when you're inside the plane, nothing else exists. there is no communication with the outside world. there is no one coming in or going out. there is no point in thinking what's going on in the world, or with the people you know, because for the length of the flight there is nothing you can do about it! it's total freedom... you can just take the time to relax, or to focus on something without being disturbed, or take the time to sleep or read...
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
complicated
relationships are complicated... not only boyfriend/girlfriend relationships, but any kind of relation. when you're little you fight over who is X's best friend or second best friend... i know i had those fights... it just seemed that being someone's best friends was the most amazing thing in the world. it meant that you would play all the time, that you would share your toys with someone but also get to share that someone's toys too... i'd be upset when i realized X picked another best friend instead of me, but i'd end up getting a new best friend... when you are five that is about as complicated as relations get, but it is still enough to make you feel happy or sad...
and then you grow... then you get your friends... people you go out with, people you drink with... people you go to school with... among those people there will be the ones with whom you share your first crush with. those people will most likely be girls if you're a girl, or boys if you're a boy. You will talk about that new cute guy at school... about that quiz in the magazine that said you were meant for each other... well, i'm a girl, so i can only give a girls point of view... and then, then you get your first boyfriend. you're so happy you go home and spend hours on the phone with all of your friends telling them how great the kiss was... telling them that you know it will last forever and about how happy you feel... and even if you're still a teenager, you start discovering new things about being with someone... of course the boy is most likely from your group of friends, with whom you do every little thing... you all go out together, but still find the time to be alone... and then, one day, you get your first heartbreak! you don't really know why, he doesn't really knows why, but you split up... and you share the same group of friends. Suddenly it feels awkward to go out with your friends. your girl friends tell you you're better off without him. you tell yourself he was the man of your dreams... you go out one evening and he's there, with all your friends. you don't know what to tell him. it's weird not to kiss him. it is weird to look at other boys when he's around... it is weird just to be in t he same place as he is when he flirts with some other girl. but then again, you remain friends. he still hangs out with you, and since you're friends, he shares lots of things with you... you don't know what to say to him. you don't want to loose his friendship, but don't want to listen to him talking about his new girlfriend either... but you live with it... when his new girlfriend starts to go out with the group, you feel a bit jealous. he was your boyfriend to begin with... and what is he doing with her? she's way less pretty than you. what is it that she's got that you don't have? and then you do silly things, to make her see that you know him way better than she does... and then, one day, he comes to you and tells you that his girlfriend broke up with him... and he's sad... and you want to comfort him but don't know how... and you realize you don't want to get back with him, but the idea of him with someone else when you had no one was killing you... and you feel stupid... and this is just when you're a teenager...
once you grow up... once you go off to college, or get a job, or start making something out of your own life, everything gets even more complicated. friends are everywhere. some are still in the same place as you, and some moved on and got their own lives... you find someone you can share your life with, and everything goes great... and then it gets complicated! you don't spend the day together at school, because you have different jobs. you try to find time for each other, but the agendas always seem to be filled with something else... there is always a late night job, an evening at a friends house, someone that's not feeling great, a invitation to go to the movies, there's always something, and time doesn't stretch... and you start thinking if you have the time for a relationship... and at this point, either you do, and yours and his plans start being the plans for both of you, or you don't, and you break up... of course it is not this easy... once you start getting settled, you start thinking a bit over... you start thinking about adult life, about having a family, about having someone to come home to... but then again, you have a bachelor's life where you do whatever you want and feel like, with little responsibility towards anyone else but yourself... and you wonder if it's worth loosing all that... you wonder if it's worth starting to make decisions for two instead of just for yourself... and it gets even more complicated... and you don't know what to do, to think or to feel... and then well, then you just let time go by, hoping that one day you will make up your mind... hoping that one day you will know what to do... but well, the truth is that one day you have to take the leap... one day you have to jump, you just have to say that the life you had was great, but you're going towards a better one...
and then you grow... then you get your friends... people you go out with, people you drink with... people you go to school with... among those people there will be the ones with whom you share your first crush with. those people will most likely be girls if you're a girl, or boys if you're a boy. You will talk about that new cute guy at school... about that quiz in the magazine that said you were meant for each other... well, i'm a girl, so i can only give a girls point of view... and then, then you get your first boyfriend. you're so happy you go home and spend hours on the phone with all of your friends telling them how great the kiss was... telling them that you know it will last forever and about how happy you feel... and even if you're still a teenager, you start discovering new things about being with someone... of course the boy is most likely from your group of friends, with whom you do every little thing... you all go out together, but still find the time to be alone... and then, one day, you get your first heartbreak! you don't really know why, he doesn't really knows why, but you split up... and you share the same group of friends. Suddenly it feels awkward to go out with your friends. your girl friends tell you you're better off without him. you tell yourself he was the man of your dreams... you go out one evening and he's there, with all your friends. you don't know what to tell him. it's weird not to kiss him. it is weird to look at other boys when he's around... it is weird just to be in t he same place as he is when he flirts with some other girl. but then again, you remain friends. he still hangs out with you, and since you're friends, he shares lots of things with you... you don't know what to say to him. you don't want to loose his friendship, but don't want to listen to him talking about his new girlfriend either... but you live with it... when his new girlfriend starts to go out with the group, you feel a bit jealous. he was your boyfriend to begin with... and what is he doing with her? she's way less pretty than you. what is it that she's got that you don't have? and then you do silly things, to make her see that you know him way better than she does... and then, one day, he comes to you and tells you that his girlfriend broke up with him... and he's sad... and you want to comfort him but don't know how... and you realize you don't want to get back with him, but the idea of him with someone else when you had no one was killing you... and you feel stupid... and this is just when you're a teenager...
once you grow up... once you go off to college, or get a job, or start making something out of your own life, everything gets even more complicated. friends are everywhere. some are still in the same place as you, and some moved on and got their own lives... you find someone you can share your life with, and everything goes great... and then it gets complicated! you don't spend the day together at school, because you have different jobs. you try to find time for each other, but the agendas always seem to be filled with something else... there is always a late night job, an evening at a friends house, someone that's not feeling great, a invitation to go to the movies, there's always something, and time doesn't stretch... and you start thinking if you have the time for a relationship... and at this point, either you do, and yours and his plans start being the plans for both of you, or you don't, and you break up... of course it is not this easy... once you start getting settled, you start thinking a bit over... you start thinking about adult life, about having a family, about having someone to come home to... but then again, you have a bachelor's life where you do whatever you want and feel like, with little responsibility towards anyone else but yourself... and you wonder if it's worth loosing all that... you wonder if it's worth starting to make decisions for two instead of just for yourself... and it gets even more complicated... and you don't know what to do, to think or to feel... and then well, then you just let time go by, hoping that one day you will make up your mind... hoping that one day you will know what to do... but well, the truth is that one day you have to take the leap... one day you have to jump, you just have to say that the life you had was great, but you're going towards a better one...
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
friends...
i've told you today that i don't get bored because you're not around... but that, when i'm bored, i realize that you're not around. missing you is nothing but normal. i miss lots of things... i miss walks in the beach in february, when there's no one around... i miss talking inside the car, waiting for the rain to stop outside... i miss late night phone calls... i miss people writing me letters, old fashioned letters... i miss having my closest friends around and being able to call them to go grab a cup of coffee... i miss going out in the evening and getting home at 4 a.m. just because conversation was so good that i didn't want to leave... i miss the volunteer work i did for so many summer's in a row... i miss my family and going home for the weekend... i miss late night conversations in bed with my sister, when we shared out room... i miss a lot of things, and yes, i miss you too... and the thing i miss the most about you is the things we never got to do...
one of the reasons i wanted the car before summer was for us to be able to get out of here... to go spend the weekend at the beach, or have an afternoon out in the mountain...
i've told you that i might have wanted things to go too fast... or maybe they just went as fast as they needed to go... maybe the reason we got together was because you needed someone to make you want to do something out of your life... or maybe it was for me to be able to overcome many of my fears... and you know you helped me overcome many... maybe we're still meant to be together, or maybe we're both meant to find someone else...
i don't know how to be friends with you... i don't event know if i know how to be friends with anyone... i have people i share my day to day life... people that realize when i'm not doing fine and that care about me, and people i just spend my time with at work or other activities... i have people i've known for a very long time... it is great to see them once and again, every time life makes it possible. Those are indeed friends, people i know i can count on... but also people that don't share the same life that i have, or at least not anymore. and i don't even think that any of the people in any of these two groups actually knows the real me. Some know me better than others... some might even know what my favorite color is, where i live, or even what i like to drink when i go out... some might know who is important to me, and what i can do to help someone else... but i don't think there is anyone who really really knows me for who i am... someone that shares my world with me, to whom i can talk about people using their names instead of the place they have in my life... i don't think there is anyone i would feel free to call at 10 p.m. and say "i'm bored, wanna join me for coffee?"... or anyone i could call at 3 a.m. saying "i am not ok, can you come?". There is no one i want to share the deepest and the most insignificant detail of my life, without being afraid to bore that person... my fault? probably... but i don't care... i've had that person... i had that person for a long time and i let him go... and no, that person was not just a friend... it was way more than a friend, because a friend is someone you share your life with, but a friend is not the person you want to know you better than you know yourself... that spot, that privileged spot is meant for someone that is more than a friend... it is meant for the person you want to share every second of your life with... it is meant for someone that has earned not only your love, but also your trust and respect... friends come and go... there are no obligation towards friends... they can leave... they get their own lives... they might even keep in touch, and you have great moments together, but they are free to go and live their own lives... that special person, however, is the person that actually gives a sense to the word friend... the person you spend your life with, that's the person that will know you better than you know yourself... it's the person that will wake up next to you, and be with you when you're sick and look terrible... and that will see you cry and hug you when you are sad... that's the person that will always be there for you, because that friend earned your love... and somehow you earned his... and that what lets you feel safe, and know that he will always be there, because above all he is your best friends, he knows every little detail about your life... he knows the person you are now, and the person you grow up to become... and you know that he will always be there... not that other people might not be there, but no one knows you better than he does... and me, i had that person and i let it go... and now i had you... and i was willing to trust you, i was willing to be your friend and let you be mine... but you, you would rather share your life with your so called friends... i am not sure they are your friends... not in the sense that they know the real you from today... not in the sense that you share everything with them... no, i believe they are just people that once knew you well, or that share a part of your life with you, so it seems easy to talk to them about certain things... but i don't think there is anyone among your friends that knows the real you... that knows you better than you do... and i'm not saying i do know you that way... you never gave me the time to be that person... you never gave me the chance to share every detail of your life... the change to relate faces to names so that i could picture who you were talking about... the chance to get home at the end of the day and hear about where you spent your time, what you learned or what you dreamed of... you never gave me the chance to really get to know the real you and to really become your friend... because you told me that you'd rather keep your friends, for friends will be there forever... but as i said... friends will get their own lives, they'll get their own best friend, and they will just become sweet memories... because one day you will call them saying "i'm not feeling great" and they will tell you "sorry you're not feeling great, but i need to stay with my kid today, so there's nothing i can do"...
so yes, i do have many people that know me, and that share parts of my life with me... but what i don't have is a friend... what i don't have is the person that i know will always be there...
one of the reasons i wanted the car before summer was for us to be able to get out of here... to go spend the weekend at the beach, or have an afternoon out in the mountain...
i've told you that i might have wanted things to go too fast... or maybe they just went as fast as they needed to go... maybe the reason we got together was because you needed someone to make you want to do something out of your life... or maybe it was for me to be able to overcome many of my fears... and you know you helped me overcome many... maybe we're still meant to be together, or maybe we're both meant to find someone else...
i don't know how to be friends with you... i don't event know if i know how to be friends with anyone... i have people i share my day to day life... people that realize when i'm not doing fine and that care about me, and people i just spend my time with at work or other activities... i have people i've known for a very long time... it is great to see them once and again, every time life makes it possible. Those are indeed friends, people i know i can count on... but also people that don't share the same life that i have, or at least not anymore. and i don't even think that any of the people in any of these two groups actually knows the real me. Some know me better than others... some might even know what my favorite color is, where i live, or even what i like to drink when i go out... some might know who is important to me, and what i can do to help someone else... but i don't think there is anyone who really really knows me for who i am... someone that shares my world with me, to whom i can talk about people using their names instead of the place they have in my life... i don't think there is anyone i would feel free to call at 10 p.m. and say "i'm bored, wanna join me for coffee?"... or anyone i could call at 3 a.m. saying "i am not ok, can you come?". There is no one i want to share the deepest and the most insignificant detail of my life, without being afraid to bore that person... my fault? probably... but i don't care... i've had that person... i had that person for a long time and i let him go... and no, that person was not just a friend... it was way more than a friend, because a friend is someone you share your life with, but a friend is not the person you want to know you better than you know yourself... that spot, that privileged spot is meant for someone that is more than a friend... it is meant for the person you want to share every second of your life with... it is meant for someone that has earned not only your love, but also your trust and respect... friends come and go... there are no obligation towards friends... they can leave... they get their own lives... they might even keep in touch, and you have great moments together, but they are free to go and live their own lives... that special person, however, is the person that actually gives a sense to the word friend... the person you spend your life with, that's the person that will know you better than you know yourself... it's the person that will wake up next to you, and be with you when you're sick and look terrible... and that will see you cry and hug you when you are sad... that's the person that will always be there for you, because that friend earned your love... and somehow you earned his... and that what lets you feel safe, and know that he will always be there, because above all he is your best friends, he knows every little detail about your life... he knows the person you are now, and the person you grow up to become... and you know that he will always be there... not that other people might not be there, but no one knows you better than he does... and me, i had that person and i let it go... and now i had you... and i was willing to trust you, i was willing to be your friend and let you be mine... but you, you would rather share your life with your so called friends... i am not sure they are your friends... not in the sense that they know the real you from today... not in the sense that you share everything with them... no, i believe they are just people that once knew you well, or that share a part of your life with you, so it seems easy to talk to them about certain things... but i don't think there is anyone among your friends that knows the real you... that knows you better than you do... and i'm not saying i do know you that way... you never gave me the time to be that person... you never gave me the chance to share every detail of your life... the change to relate faces to names so that i could picture who you were talking about... the chance to get home at the end of the day and hear about where you spent your time, what you learned or what you dreamed of... you never gave me the chance to really get to know the real you and to really become your friend... because you told me that you'd rather keep your friends, for friends will be there forever... but as i said... friends will get their own lives, they'll get their own best friend, and they will just become sweet memories... because one day you will call them saying "i'm not feeling great" and they will tell you "sorry you're not feeling great, but i need to stay with my kid today, so there's nothing i can do"...
so yes, i do have many people that know me, and that share parts of my life with me... but what i don't have is a friend... what i don't have is the person that i know will always be there...
Saturday, July 10, 2010
it's not easy...
it's not easy to miss you... it's not easy to think of you every time i stop for a little while. it's nice to have come home... people are keeping my mind occupied, so days are going by a bit faster... there's so much i'd like to share with you... the time i spent this morning in the coffee place reading... seeing lisbon on the other side of the river... watching the bodyguard on tv last night... yes, it's not easy to miss you, but i'm doing my best to get used to it... i'm doing my best to stop thinking about what could have been...
Thursday, July 8, 2010
miss you...
i want to write you. want to tell you how i feel, what i feel... and yet i don't know what else to tell you. no, i don't want to convince you, but the thought of never seeing you again doesn't seem to agree with me. i want to pick my phone and call you... i want to open my mail and write you... i want to get in my car and drive to your place... i never thought i could get so attach in such a little amount of time, but everything seemed so perfect... you were so perfect... that i let my guards down and fell for you... and the being with you was just perfect... i'm trying to keep the good moments in my mind. i'm trying to keep just the good things, and throw out all the things that hurt... and yet i cry. i can't even hate you for i love you so much... i guess you will never get to read about my random facts, or about the nice things i can write when i'm happy... you will miss the happy me around christmas, just because it's christmas, and the silly me that just gets you some silly present... but then again, a relationship needs to be between two people, and i don't want to force you to do something you don't want to. i will get over the pain... i always have... it is painful, but i will get over it... but until then, i'll miss your smile, and your eyes, and your touch... i will miss you, but i will get over it...
speechless...
i am wordless. usually when i feel, when my heart is full of feelings, i find the right words to write, to put some order into my thoughts... well, i am all out of words now. i feel like you've taken them away from me... like you took away my heart, stole it, and now there's nothing left for me to feel...
i actually need to talk to you tonight... if for nothing else, to get what you took from me. i don't know if i'll ever be able to fix what you broke... i don't even know if you broke something or not... many things have been left unsaid, and i need our talk tonight for everything to start making sense again... maybe i'll find the words i lost these last few days... maybe i'll get to feel again. even if it is just pain, at least it is something, because not feeling anything, not knowing what to feel, what to think, what to expect, that's what keeps the words from me...
i actually need to talk to you tonight... if for nothing else, to get what you took from me. i don't know if i'll ever be able to fix what you broke... i don't even know if you broke something or not... many things have been left unsaid, and i need our talk tonight for everything to start making sense again... maybe i'll find the words i lost these last few days... maybe i'll get to feel again. even if it is just pain, at least it is something, because not feeling anything, not knowing what to feel, what to think, what to expect, that's what keeps the words from me...
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
wait
when you don't know what to wait for, that's when the waiting is hard. i want to pick up my phone and ask you why... want to ask you if i should think anything of what you sent or not... ask you if you were just drunk and had no idea what you were doing, or if you did, indeed, feel like sharing it with me.
i need to know, and yet i don't think i should ask you. i hate being afraid to talk to you, to answer your messages because i might say the wrong thing. i actually want to be me again... to be the girl you started to get to know a few months ago, and that somehow got lost somewhere...
anyway, the expectation is killing me... and hopefully you'll be able to soon ease my heart... in one way or another...
i need to know, and yet i don't think i should ask you. i hate being afraid to talk to you, to answer your messages because i might say the wrong thing. i actually want to be me again... to be the girl you started to get to know a few months ago, and that somehow got lost somewhere...
anyway, the expectation is killing me... and hopefully you'll be able to soon ease my heart... in one way or another...
impulsiveness
i am not impulsive... i always like to think things through, so that i can live with each decision that i make, knowing that it came from a well thought out process. and today, today i had an impulsive move. i've told you something that i should have waited before telling you, and now i feel afraid that i will not be able to live with what i told you. i want to call you, to text you, to somehow find a way to apologize for what i told you without even carrying about what you felt...
but i told you i'd give you the time to think... i've told you before that i thought you had many things to think about, and i am glad you are taking the time to think of them... i am also afraid of the outcome of your thinking. i am afraid i'll never get to see your eyes again... afraid i'll never feel your beard touching my neck again... afraid i might have lost you, when you're the only person i want to be with... and then again, afraid that i might get hurt again... so yes, i am glad you are taking the time to think, and i am trying to focus on something else other than your thoughts, for i am sure you will take the right decision, or at least the right one for you... and it might sound cliché, but i actually want to see you happy more than anything else...
but i told you i'd give you the time to think... i've told you before that i thought you had many things to think about, and i am glad you are taking the time to think of them... i am also afraid of the outcome of your thinking. i am afraid i'll never get to see your eyes again... afraid i'll never feel your beard touching my neck again... afraid i might have lost you, when you're the only person i want to be with... and then again, afraid that i might get hurt again... so yes, i am glad you are taking the time to think, and i am trying to focus on something else other than your thoughts, for i am sure you will take the right decision, or at least the right one for you... and it might sound cliché, but i actually want to see you happy more than anything else...
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
unannounced
i like it when people show up unannounced. when a friend or someone you care about knocks at your door just to say hi, just to say "hey, i was in the neighborhood and thought i'd come and see if you were home". i like surprises that only involve me and someone else. and i keep waiting for the day you will knock at my door at 3 a.m. for a good night kiss, and for the day you'll knock on my door in the morning to wake me up and bring me breakfast. i like unannounced visits, and also like to feel free to make them. you told me "next time call before you come", and i was not sure if i should excuse myself or not. i am not sure i will ever be able to show up like that anymore and feel rejected. no, rejection is not something easy to deal with... i like surprises and i like unannouncements...
nothing good can come of it
no, nothing good can come of it. i believe i needed a decent ending, so that i could move on, and that's what i looked for today. those past two days we've been more a couple then the last two weeks put together. in what concerns me, my feelings for you haven't changed, and that's why i still wonder what you're doing, how you're doing, and who you're doing it with... not sure if it is just out of curiosity, but it is because, even after everything we went through, i still care for you... on your side, on the other hand, i think that you are realizing what you have lost, and when you take something (or in this case someone) for granted, it's always hard when you loose it... you might not even care about the person, but you care that it is not there anymore.
i told you you needed to think about a couple of things. i don't know if you will think about them or not. i didn't tell you to do it so that you could come back to me afterwards. i told you because i deeply care about you and wouldn't like to see you suffer in the future, when you find the right person for you, just because you haven't thought things through. i didn't tell you that you should profit of this summer vacation to really figure out who you are and what you want so that you can come back in september saying you've changed... no, i didn't tell you that because i am not sure i will be waiting. i can't be waiting for something that might or might not occur. i need to move on with my life, even if it is not easy. i need to clear my head and soul, for if i keep waiting i will go crazy. if i keep waiting i will just keep hurting myself, and i don't think i can take it anymore.
we did spend some nice times together, and i'll keep those moments in the nice memories box, but now it is time for me to move on, or those sweet memories might end up shadowed by some not so sweet ones, and i would not want to end up hating you. so no, nothing good can ever come of it...
i am a smart girl. i don't see myself as an ugly girl. i am nice and like plenty of things. i do believe that i deserve someone that cares about me. i deserve someone that doesn't mind going to the movies to watch romantic movies with me and hold me in the end. i deserve someone that doesn't mind eating junk food just because i like it. i deserve someone that puts me before everything. i deserve someone that actually cares about me, and loves me for who i am and no matter what i do, or say, or even think. i deserve someone that makes that extremely romantic gesture that will make me shed a tear or two, but that will make me feel wanted. i deserve someone on whose door i can knock unannounced with some cookies to share. i deserve someone to whom i can pour my soul out, to whom i can buy silly gifts, with whom i can share my not so funny jokes and that will still laugh at them.
you, you had my heart, and decided to drop it. you had me there for you, and you couldn't be there when i needed you the most... because you didn't even realized when i needed you the most. you broke something that i wish could be fixed, but that am i not sure will ever be, and it hurts. it hurts bad. it hurt to the point of physical pain, when you can hardly breath... it hurts to know that despite all that i still think about you... it hurts to think of moving on when you're the person i'd like to move on with... but it hurts even more to think that you could break me again, and that i don't know if i could take it... there's so much i wished to tell you, so much things i'd like to share with you and so much things i'd like you to share with me, and at the same time there's nothing left to be said or done. i will not be waiting, for i don't know what to wait for, so no, nothing good can come of it...
i told you you needed to think about a couple of things. i don't know if you will think about them or not. i didn't tell you to do it so that you could come back to me afterwards. i told you because i deeply care about you and wouldn't like to see you suffer in the future, when you find the right person for you, just because you haven't thought things through. i didn't tell you that you should profit of this summer vacation to really figure out who you are and what you want so that you can come back in september saying you've changed... no, i didn't tell you that because i am not sure i will be waiting. i can't be waiting for something that might or might not occur. i need to move on with my life, even if it is not easy. i need to clear my head and soul, for if i keep waiting i will go crazy. if i keep waiting i will just keep hurting myself, and i don't think i can take it anymore.
we did spend some nice times together, and i'll keep those moments in the nice memories box, but now it is time for me to move on, or those sweet memories might end up shadowed by some not so sweet ones, and i would not want to end up hating you. so no, nothing good can ever come of it...
i am a smart girl. i don't see myself as an ugly girl. i am nice and like plenty of things. i do believe that i deserve someone that cares about me. i deserve someone that doesn't mind going to the movies to watch romantic movies with me and hold me in the end. i deserve someone that doesn't mind eating junk food just because i like it. i deserve someone that puts me before everything. i deserve someone that actually cares about me, and loves me for who i am and no matter what i do, or say, or even think. i deserve someone that makes that extremely romantic gesture that will make me shed a tear or two, but that will make me feel wanted. i deserve someone on whose door i can knock unannounced with some cookies to share. i deserve someone to whom i can pour my soul out, to whom i can buy silly gifts, with whom i can share my not so funny jokes and that will still laugh at them.
you, you had my heart, and decided to drop it. you had me there for you, and you couldn't be there when i needed you the most... because you didn't even realized when i needed you the most. you broke something that i wish could be fixed, but that am i not sure will ever be, and it hurts. it hurts bad. it hurt to the point of physical pain, when you can hardly breath... it hurts to know that despite all that i still think about you... it hurts to think of moving on when you're the person i'd like to move on with... but it hurts even more to think that you could break me again, and that i don't know if i could take it... there's so much i wished to tell you, so much things i'd like to share with you and so much things i'd like you to share with me, and at the same time there's nothing left to be said or done. i will not be waiting, for i don't know what to wait for, so no, nothing good can come of it...
Monday, June 28, 2010
cell phone
i leave my mobile phone turned on when i go to bed. i had never thought of the reason why, just told myself that i like to be reachable at any time. turns out that taking the time to think of it there is a reason why i keep it turned on... i see myself as a sensitive person. someone that can't keep her feelings inside and that has to exteriorize them. someone that likes to feel loved and that likes to know others care... and that's the reason i leave my cell phone on... because i know i would be happy to wake up at 3 a.m. just to read a text message saying that someone is thinking of me... because i'd be happy to wake up with a call just to hear i miss you... just because i'm sensible to all sorts of gestures that make me feel loved... yes, that is why i keep my cell phone on, so that someone can wake me up...
Friday, June 11, 2010
going crazy
i feel like i might be loosing my mind... i don't know why (or maybe i do), and don't like the feeling at all... am i kidding myself? am i too naif to think that everything will be perfect when, in fact, that will not be the case? or am i doing things too fast? i wish i could have the answers... i wish my heart could settle down and my mind could stop thinking, for i don't know how long i can take feeling this way...
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
i can never tell what you're thinking... i can never tell if you don't share your feelings out of fear or because you're just not used to doing it...
i told you in the beginning for you to take care of my heart and not to break it, and yet i don't think you realize how much it hurts being in love with you...
maybe i'm being silly... maybe it's just me being jealous, i don't know... maybe it's just you not getting why some things make me jealous... all i know is that it kills me to feel this way... all i know is that feeling this way makes me way less confident than what i am used to be, and that i don't like it at all... do you think that you can end up opening your soul to me? do you think that, sometime, you might be able to ease my heart and make me feel safe and loved?
i told you in the beginning for you to take care of my heart and not to break it, and yet i don't think you realize how much it hurts being in love with you...
maybe i'm being silly... maybe it's just me being jealous, i don't know... maybe it's just you not getting why some things make me jealous... all i know is that it kills me to feel this way... all i know is that feeling this way makes me way less confident than what i am used to be, and that i don't like it at all... do you think that you can end up opening your soul to me? do you think that, sometime, you might be able to ease my heart and make me feel safe and loved?
Thursday, May 6, 2010
am i going crazy? am i putting too much expectations in what is going on?
i can never tell what you're thinking, can never tell what you're feeling... it kills me to think that i did something wrong when i don't have no idea what... it breaks me to think that i am getting attached, and that you might not be. it even makes me feel crazy knowing that, deep down, these feelings are just silly, and that i am not kidding myself... that you do, in fact, care about me.
i don't like being this kind of girl. i've always been sure of myself. with you i can one moment feel safe like nothing bad is ever going to happen, and then, a moment later, feel like the world might be collapsing... not that it is your fault, but i don't like to be the "needy" girl, the girl that is always going after someone just because of her need to feel like others care. No, i don't like to feel like i'm always going after you when, in fact, we should just be going after each other.
i don't like to feel "afraid" to kiss you or hug you just because you might think that i never leave you alone, or to tell you about what i do all day just because it might bore you... or even to tell you what i feel for you just because it might scare you off... and it kills me because that is exactly who i am! i am the girl that likes external signs of affection and all kinds of romantic, even cliché things. I'm the girl that needs to talk about her day just to be able to process what happened, and if it is worth worrying about it or not... but most of all i am the girl that wants to tell the world what i feel for you... it is crazy how something that feels so right most of the time can actually feel so weak and vulnerable some other times... but then again, i guess it is just part of the getting to know you process, and, even if it hurts sometimes, i do believe that i am getting to know you piece by piece... and i am also learning not to take you for granted...
i can never tell what you're thinking, can never tell what you're feeling... it kills me to think that i did something wrong when i don't have no idea what... it breaks me to think that i am getting attached, and that you might not be. it even makes me feel crazy knowing that, deep down, these feelings are just silly, and that i am not kidding myself... that you do, in fact, care about me.
i don't like being this kind of girl. i've always been sure of myself. with you i can one moment feel safe like nothing bad is ever going to happen, and then, a moment later, feel like the world might be collapsing... not that it is your fault, but i don't like to be the "needy" girl, the girl that is always going after someone just because of her need to feel like others care. No, i don't like to feel like i'm always going after you when, in fact, we should just be going after each other.
i don't like to feel "afraid" to kiss you or hug you just because you might think that i never leave you alone, or to tell you about what i do all day just because it might bore you... or even to tell you what i feel for you just because it might scare you off... and it kills me because that is exactly who i am! i am the girl that likes external signs of affection and all kinds of romantic, even cliché things. I'm the girl that needs to talk about her day just to be able to process what happened, and if it is worth worrying about it or not... but most of all i am the girl that wants to tell the world what i feel for you... it is crazy how something that feels so right most of the time can actually feel so weak and vulnerable some other times... but then again, i guess it is just part of the getting to know you process, and, even if it hurts sometimes, i do believe that i am getting to know you piece by piece... and i am also learning not to take you for granted...
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
"És o sol a brilhar em fios de água
Ao nascer deste dia.
És o céu, meu amor e minha mágoa,
Um mar de imensa alegria.
Canto de alegria,
Sonho a minha vida
Mundo novo para mim.
Peço a Deus que guarde,
Me guie e proteja
Nesta estrada sem fim.
És o tempo que passa e que voa,
Num instante melhor;
És o adeus que partilhas, que magoa
Para lá do que ficou.
És branco, amarelo,
Cor daquela flor,
E o perfume sou eu.
És o azul do beijo
Que jaz escondido
E em segredo se diz.
És a esperança do olhar que procura
Um gesto de amizade;
És o fogo, o calor, a ternura,
És homem de verdade."
it's the first time i'm posting in portuguese, but i'm listening to this song and can't avoid pasting the lyrics here...
Ao nascer deste dia.
És o céu, meu amor e minha mágoa,
Um mar de imensa alegria.
Canto de alegria,
Sonho a minha vida
Mundo novo para mim.
Peço a Deus que guarde,
Me guie e proteja
Nesta estrada sem fim.
És o tempo que passa e que voa,
Num instante melhor;
És o adeus que partilhas, que magoa
Para lá do que ficou.
És branco, amarelo,
Cor daquela flor,
E o perfume sou eu.
És o azul do beijo
Que jaz escondido
E em segredo se diz.
És a esperança do olhar que procura
Um gesto de amizade;
És o fogo, o calor, a ternura,
És homem de verdade."
it's the first time i'm posting in portuguese, but i'm listening to this song and can't avoid pasting the lyrics here...
Monday, May 3, 2010
vulnerable
you came slowly, step by step... you made me feel alive... in a short amount of time i dropped all my guards and let you into my heart... i asked you to take care of it, to make your best not to break it!
and this is how you made me vulnerable! this is how you took away everything i always took for granted... and the funny thing is that i am convinced that it is a good thing... is it?
and this is how you made me vulnerable! this is how you took away everything i always took for granted... and the funny thing is that i am convinced that it is a good thing... is it?
Saturday, May 1, 2010
how i wish you were here...
i'm feeling a bit bored, or jealous, or something else that i am still yet to figure out what it is. this is probably weird to thing, or to feel, but when you just want to do something, or be with someone, everything else just seems pointless. you every day activities, that have always felt normal, suddenly lack of enthusiasm, just because your head is busy thinking of something or someone else...
me, i just wish you were here...
me, i just wish you were here...
Thursday, April 29, 2010
let the sunshine in
this blog was first meant as a place for me to place a bit of my feelings. i'm not that good at drawing, painting or sculpting, but i do find in writing some inner peace. it's been a while since i last wrote. much as been going on around here, but both my mind and my heart have been quite synchronized, so there's been no need to just poor my soul out...
well, today i'm not in synch anymore. i don't know exactly how i feel, but something's off... you know when sometimes all you want is a hug? well, today is one of those days, and i look forward to the end of the day so that i can have my so wanted hug...
i assume better days will come... even if it seems like it's going to rain all weekend long, i'm pretty sure that the sun will shine again sooner or later...
well, today i'm not in synch anymore. i don't know exactly how i feel, but something's off... you know when sometimes all you want is a hug? well, today is one of those days, and i look forward to the end of the day so that i can have my so wanted hug...
i assume better days will come... even if it seems like it's going to rain all weekend long, i'm pretty sure that the sun will shine again sooner or later...
Thursday, April 8, 2010
nothing much to say
just because i seem to have a reader that actually cares if i write here or not, here goes another post :)
life has been busy lately, and even if i've been on vacation for the last few days it does not mean that it has been any less busier.
life's given me plenty to feel happy about, work is going great, science is still on the same place, but my understanding of it has greatly increased, and my social and personal life is going incredibly well, and i couldn't be happier :)
so no, today i don't have anything deep to write, nor anything that sounds thought out... all i have to say is that i'll try to come and say hello more often, and well, Lia, when will we go grab a cup of coffee?
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
classroom
i love teaching. i had done it in portugal, before coming here, and i found that it was an amazing experience. the fact that you need to get your mind organised before explaining your thoughts to others lets you connect loose ends on your knowledge.
anyway, i've started teaching in france. i've realised that it is harder to express myself in french rather than in portuguese (nothing new here), but it turns out that it is a great exercise, since i must not only express my knowledge on the subject, but it also makes me use a more formal french... anyway, it is really cool, and i'm very very happy to be teaching again!
anyway, i've started teaching in france. i've realised that it is harder to express myself in french rather than in portuguese (nothing new here), but it turns out that it is a great exercise, since i must not only express my knowledge on the subject, but it also makes me use a more formal french... anyway, it is really cool, and i'm very very happy to be teaching again!
Thursday, March 11, 2010
confidence
tonight i'm happy with myself. I am usually not that confident in my ideas when it comes to improvisation. Maybe it's a language issue, and i don't always find the words to express what i want, or maybe it's just that i don't feel at ease to go over someone else's idea. Either way, tonight i got to carry my idea! Execution might have been a bit off, but i was still happy with the results. Tonight i got the confidence to say "i've got a good idea, follow my lead", and it kind of boosted my confidence a bit... next step is getting confidence in my acting capabilities, and then everything should go great...
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
pression
when you want to make an impression on someone you always end up not knowing what to say. Pressure gets too high, and words don't seem to flow. There is some kind of psychological phenomena that gets over your thinking and prevents you from being you. This leads to the person you're trying to impress not getting impressed at all, and to you feeling bad that you failed at what you wanted to do.
What is it that makes it so hard to be ourselves all the time, around everyone? why is it that you can't get words out to the people you want to tell the world to? it would be nice, just for once, to turn off the pressure button and just talk, just say anything at all...
What is it that makes it so hard to be ourselves all the time, around everyone? why is it that you can't get words out to the people you want to tell the world to? it would be nice, just for once, to turn off the pressure button and just talk, just say anything at all...
Sunday, March 7, 2010
what you want
"you can't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes you might just get what you need...".
Sometimes you want something, and then, for some unknown reason, you end up getting something you don't actually want... then you get two choices: you either keep what you don't want and settle down with it, or you don't, and risk not getting what you want nor what you got in the first place... I usually go for the second option... keeping what comes your way is an easy task, but fighting for what you want, and eventually for what you end up needing, is what brings you happiness in the end. It's what makes you want to smile in the morning when you wake up, and at night when you go to sleep... and yes, sometimes it is possible that what you want is, in fact, exactly what you need...
Sometimes you want something, and then, for some unknown reason, you end up getting something you don't actually want... then you get two choices: you either keep what you don't want and settle down with it, or you don't, and risk not getting what you want nor what you got in the first place... I usually go for the second option... keeping what comes your way is an easy task, but fighting for what you want, and eventually for what you end up needing, is what brings you happiness in the end. It's what makes you want to smile in the morning when you wake up, and at night when you go to sleep... and yes, sometimes it is possible that what you want is, in fact, exactly what you need...
Thursday, March 4, 2010
tired
I'm tired... but it's the good kind of tired. The tiredness you feel after you've done something that pleases you. In Portugal we have a saying that says "quem corre por gosto não cansa", which means that you're not supposed to get tired when you're doing something you like. I think of it in a different way... I do believe you can get tired, even if you love what you do. The thing is that the feeling of accomplishment and self-satisfaction at the end is different then when you're not pleased with what you do!
In the end, the only thing that matters is if you enjoyed yourself or not, if you gave it all your best, and if you're pleased with the results... me, I am tired, but I enjoyed myself a lot, put in my best effort and got the best out of it, so I can only assume that I loved doing what made me feel this tired...
In the end, the only thing that matters is if you enjoyed yourself or not, if you gave it all your best, and if you're pleased with the results... me, I am tired, but I enjoyed myself a lot, put in my best effort and got the best out of it, so I can only assume that I loved doing what made me feel this tired...
Monday, March 1, 2010
boys and girls
Ever since I was a kid I've always get along great with boys. I guess it is my brother's fault. He is older, and when he'd bring his friends home I'd always want to hang out with them... it used to get on his nerves, but since I was the cute little girl, they'd let me stay play with them. Also most of my neighbors while I grew up were boys. This all led to me being what in portuguese we call a "Maria-rapaz" which means the girl that does all the stuff as if she were a boy.
I guess with time I've become more of a girl, but I've kept getting along great with guys... I don't know if this fact had anything to do with the career path I followed, but I'm happy that what I enjoy doing is more "guyish" than "girlish", because I'd never be able to deal with large groups of girls working together...
I have come to realize that whenever I had to work with more girls than boys I would end up being upset. It is very hard for me to get mad at someone, but somehow something always went wrong, or someone would always find a way to make unuseful remarks, and that is one of the things that ticks me...
Anyway, I had to decide something with a couple of girls over the last few days, and well, we had a "girls not agreeing" moment and it got on my nerves... even more when they finally asked a guys opinion and it wound up being what I had said in the first place...
I guess with time I've become more of a girl, but I've kept getting along great with guys... I don't know if this fact had anything to do with the career path I followed, but I'm happy that what I enjoy doing is more "guyish" than "girlish", because I'd never be able to deal with large groups of girls working together...
I have come to realize that whenever I had to work with more girls than boys I would end up being upset. It is very hard for me to get mad at someone, but somehow something always went wrong, or someone would always find a way to make unuseful remarks, and that is one of the things that ticks me...
Anyway, I had to decide something with a couple of girls over the last few days, and well, we had a "girls not agreeing" moment and it got on my nerves... even more when they finally asked a guys opinion and it wound up being what I had said in the first place...
Thursday, February 25, 2010
interactions
I remember when I used to live with my sister, and when we used to drive together to our parents place to spend the weekend. She used to say she didn't need a radio on her car because I never seemed to stop talking!
People that don't know me that well often have a different opinion about me. I'm the quiet girl, that doesn't talk much, that is kind of shy and that tries to fit in but doesn't seem to be able to. For some reason, I'm also the girl that everyone recognizes.
Then, along with the one's that know who I am, but with whom conversation doesn't seem to flow, there are few people that really get to know me, and that get to see the talkative, not so shy me. I've come to realize that not that many people end up knowing that part of me, and I can't really tell why... but then again, there are no rules when it comes to people's interactions. It's just a matter of how outgoing you are or not... or out outgoing others are towards you.
People that don't know me that well often have a different opinion about me. I'm the quiet girl, that doesn't talk much, that is kind of shy and that tries to fit in but doesn't seem to be able to. For some reason, I'm also the girl that everyone recognizes.
Then, along with the one's that know who I am, but with whom conversation doesn't seem to flow, there are few people that really get to know me, and that get to see the talkative, not so shy me. I've come to realize that not that many people end up knowing that part of me, and I can't really tell why... but then again, there are no rules when it comes to people's interactions. It's just a matter of how outgoing you are or not... or out outgoing others are towards you.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
plane tickets
I have to get a plane ticket to go home sometime in April. The weird thing is that I can't seem to be able to figure out when I want to go... I always find something to do around here that prevents me from picking one date or another.
I do want to go there, but I've grown used to my life in Toulouse. I've got friends here, I've got things to do... of course back home I've got my family and I do miss them alot, but it still feels weird to leave this place even if it's just for a week or so...
I don't know if it is normal, but I do think that at least it means that I enjoy being here, and that is a good thing...
I do want to go there, but I've grown used to my life in Toulouse. I've got friends here, I've got things to do... of course back home I've got my family and I do miss them alot, but it still feels weird to leave this place even if it's just for a week or so...
I don't know if it is normal, but I do think that at least it means that I enjoy being here, and that is a good thing...
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
focus
I once had a teacher that told us it takes about 3 months to get fully adapted to a working space. I don't know if she was right or not, but what I do know is that more than 3 months have gone by since I've been working on the same place, but today I can't seem to be able to focus on my work.
True, some thing's can be done without much focusing, but it turns out that category theory demonstrations isn't one of them.
Maybe I should move my thoughts into something else... maybe I'll be able to focus on something else...
Focus Guida, focus!
True, some thing's can be done without much focusing, but it turns out that category theory demonstrations isn't one of them.
Maybe I should move my thoughts into something else... maybe I'll be able to focus on something else...
Focus Guida, focus!
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
too nice...
I am way too nice. I blame my parents for bringing me up too well!
Sometimes I wish I could just get mad, shout at people and not even care if I hurt their feelings or not. Turns out I can't do such things. I always seem to try and find a reason for what people do. Of course the inability to express my anger often leads to me getting flustered, or to me getting annoyed, or to me feeling weird... even more when you know that most of the time others don't even care about how you feel.
Anyway, sometimes it really does suck to be a good person!
Sometimes I wish I could just get mad, shout at people and not even care if I hurt their feelings or not. Turns out I can't do such things. I always seem to try and find a reason for what people do. Of course the inability to express my anger often leads to me getting flustered, or to me getting annoyed, or to me feeling weird... even more when you know that most of the time others don't even care about how you feel.
Anyway, sometimes it really does suck to be a good person!
talking
why is it that with some people you never know what to talk about, but then with others conversation just flows?
Even with people you might have something in common, sometimes you just end up talking about the weather, just to avoid staring at each other. Sometimes you find an excuse to leave, because staying means awkward silences... while with other people time just flies by. With some people you just talk, you just know what to say... you might not even know that person that well, but for some reason something makes you react...
I wish I always had something interesting to say...
Even with people you might have something in common, sometimes you just end up talking about the weather, just to avoid staring at each other. Sometimes you find an excuse to leave, because staying means awkward silences... while with other people time just flies by. With some people you just talk, you just know what to say... you might not even know that person that well, but for some reason something makes you react...
I wish I always had something interesting to say...
Monday, February 15, 2010
stupid things
Sometimes you do stupid things. Things that seem like a good idea at the time, but once you're done doing them you realize how stupid you are and that you should never have done it... and then there's no way back.
But sometimes, just sometimes, that stupid thing brings out something good. Sometimes it was just what you needed. And if it doesn't bring something good, well, then there's always next time, when you will most likely end up doing something stupid again...
I did something potentially stupid... just hope it brings something good :)
But sometimes, just sometimes, that stupid thing brings out something good. Sometimes it was just what you needed. And if it doesn't bring something good, well, then there's always next time, when you will most likely end up doing something stupid again...
I did something potentially stupid... just hope it brings something good :)
Saturday, February 13, 2010
dreamer
I see life as a fairy tail, where everybody gets to live happily ever after!
You might say I'm a dreamer, you might say I'm naif or even that I still have to grow up. But what's so wrong about dreaming? What's so wrong about thinking that one day the prince charming will sweep you out of your feet and leave you breathless? What's so wrong about believing that happiness is possible?
So yes, you can call me what you want, but those are the little (or maybe not so little) things that make you want to get up in the morning and enjoy the day.
You might say I'm a dreamer, you might say I'm naif or even that I still have to grow up. But what's so wrong about dreaming? What's so wrong about thinking that one day the prince charming will sweep you out of your feet and leave you breathless? What's so wrong about believing that happiness is possible?
So yes, you can call me what you want, but those are the little (or maybe not so little) things that make you want to get up in the morning and enjoy the day.
Friday, February 12, 2010
it's freezing out there
It's cold outside!
When I came to Toulouse people told me that it doesn't usually snow, and I got the feeling that the weather around here would be similar to what I'm used to... well, it turns out that it is cold outside, there's snow all over, and I'm not used to it! Not that I don't enjoy it... snow actually gets me in a very good mood! But even so, I can't wait for summer to come... walking around in t-shirt, not having to wear a huge coat, a scarf and gloves... yes, i guess I am a "summer girl", because there's nothing (well, there is, but for the purpose of this post there isn't) better than enjoying a cold beer outside when the weather is warm, late in the afternoon, while having a nice conversation with a couple of friends...
When I came to Toulouse people told me that it doesn't usually snow, and I got the feeling that the weather around here would be similar to what I'm used to... well, it turns out that it is cold outside, there's snow all over, and I'm not used to it! Not that I don't enjoy it... snow actually gets me in a very good mood! But even so, I can't wait for summer to come... walking around in t-shirt, not having to wear a huge coat, a scarf and gloves... yes, i guess I am a "summer girl", because there's nothing (well, there is, but for the purpose of this post there isn't) better than enjoying a cold beer outside when the weather is warm, late in the afternoon, while having a nice conversation with a couple of friends...
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
walk down memory lane
An uncle of mine sent me a couple of home made videos from 92. I still can't believe that 18 years have gone by!
It got me thinking how nice some traditions are. Ever since I can remember (and I believe tradition started way before I was born) we always spend Christmas day and Easter with my mother's side of the family. It used to be uncles, cousins and grandparents, but as we got older cousins got married and had children. However, those 2 days have always found a way to keep on happening, and we are now around 30 people catching up with each others life's!
I find it somewhat comforting that traditions such as this one don't get lost in time. That even if we don't see or talk to each other much, there are always those two days that remain intact.
It got me thinking how nice some traditions are. Ever since I can remember (and I believe tradition started way before I was born) we always spend Christmas day and Easter with my mother's side of the family. It used to be uncles, cousins and grandparents, but as we got older cousins got married and had children. However, those 2 days have always found a way to keep on happening, and we are now around 30 people catching up with each others life's!
I find it somewhat comforting that traditions such as this one don't get lost in time. That even if we don't see or talk to each other much, there are always those two days that remain intact.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
home
I got to come home this weekend!
Ever since I got here last thursday I still haven't taken a while to just kick back and relax... and it feels great! It means that I do have things to do here, that I do have people who care and that are willing to take the time to be with me.
I had the chance to go to the beach side. It was a sunny day, and it lifted my mood (even if the reasons that got me there in the first place weren't the best, I still had a great time). If there is something I like about Lisbon is the beach... the way you can just walk next to the sea.
Anyway, this short vacation is coming to an end, and it breaks my heart to leave... I'll miss everyone even more. But then again, it was nice to come home!
Ever since I got here last thursday I still haven't taken a while to just kick back and relax... and it feels great! It means that I do have things to do here, that I do have people who care and that are willing to take the time to be with me.
I had the chance to go to the beach side. It was a sunny day, and it lifted my mood (even if the reasons that got me there in the first place weren't the best, I still had a great time). If there is something I like about Lisbon is the beach... the way you can just walk next to the sea.
Anyway, this short vacation is coming to an end, and it breaks my heart to leave... I'll miss everyone even more. But then again, it was nice to come home!
Monday, February 1, 2010
positive thinking
Sometimes it only takes one person to change the world!
I've decided to embrace a positive and non depressing atitude torwards life! I have too much going on to grant myself the time to feel left out, or sad, or even to complain about small things in life. No, not anymore! From now on I'll just let myself feel happy about everything I do! I'll start with my morning walks, and instead of complaining about the lack of buses, I'll be happy that I get to feel the soft breeze in my face while I walk along the canal, and I'll just enjoy the landscape. No more saying I'm bored, but instead I'll make my time useful. Maybe I'll learn to do some new thing, or maybe I'll just get myself to get better at something I already do. No more thinking that my life kinda sucks, when I know that it doesn't!
So that's it, from now on, just a positive atitude and who knows what might happen then...
I've decided to embrace a positive and non depressing atitude torwards life! I have too much going on to grant myself the time to feel left out, or sad, or even to complain about small things in life. No, not anymore! From now on I'll just let myself feel happy about everything I do! I'll start with my morning walks, and instead of complaining about the lack of buses, I'll be happy that I get to feel the soft breeze in my face while I walk along the canal, and I'll just enjoy the landscape. No more saying I'm bored, but instead I'll make my time useful. Maybe I'll learn to do some new thing, or maybe I'll just get myself to get better at something I already do. No more thinking that my life kinda sucks, when I know that it doesn't!
So that's it, from now on, just a positive atitude and who knows what might happen then...
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Changes
It has been a while since I last wrote... the thing is that when things change you're often left speechless, you're often overwhelmed by feelings that you can't seem to express in words.
Well, that is exactly what happened. Things changed!
I'm still not convinced that change is, indeed, a good thing, but I'm getting used to that idea. And when you feel some sort of relief than you can be sure you've made the right choice... even if it is still weird...
Anyway, I'm taking the time to enjoy what life has got to offer! Probably something I should have taken the time to do a few years back. Someone once told me I was meant to fly high, and I guess I now feel ready to take that advice.
Well, that is exactly what happened. Things changed!
I'm still not convinced that change is, indeed, a good thing, but I'm getting used to that idea. And when you feel some sort of relief than you can be sure you've made the right choice... even if it is still weird...
Anyway, I'm taking the time to enjoy what life has got to offer! Probably something I should have taken the time to do a few years back. Someone once told me I was meant to fly high, and I guess I now feel ready to take that advice.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
responsibility...
When you need to take your life upon your own hands, things can get complicated. You might be misinterpreted as being selfish, you might end up hurting other people, or you might just take decisions that you're still not sure they're the best to be taken.
I believe that's what being a grown up is all about: it's all about the decisions you make, and the actions you take. It's all about taking responsability even if things don't go according to plan, and still be able to accept what others may think of it...
I often wish I was still five, time when I had no responsibility but to set the table or keep my room cleaned. I don't wish it anymore, since that acting my own age gives me the opportunity to take matters in my own hands...
I believe that's what being a grown up is all about: it's all about the decisions you make, and the actions you take. It's all about taking responsability even if things don't go according to plan, and still be able to accept what others may think of it...
I often wish I was still five, time when I had no responsibility but to set the table or keep my room cleaned. I don't wish it anymore, since that acting my own age gives me the opportunity to take matters in my own hands...
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
a fresh start
Because sometimes a fresh start is just all we need...
It can feel weird, scary, and any other name you want to give it when thinking about leting everything go and just start again. It is, indeed, weird and scary. When some small change happens we feel like the world is about to colapse, so why wouldn't we feel scared if the change is big enough?
But on the other hand, what is so scary about change that actually freezes our actions and thoughts? Why can't change be seen as a good thing, and we can't just get along with what comes our way?
Sometimes, most of the times, a fresh start is just what we need...
It can feel weird, scary, and any other name you want to give it when thinking about leting everything go and just start again. It is, indeed, weird and scary. When some small change happens we feel like the world is about to colapse, so why wouldn't we feel scared if the change is big enough?
But on the other hand, what is so scary about change that actually freezes our actions and thoughts? Why can't change be seen as a good thing, and we can't just get along with what comes our way?
Sometimes, most of the times, a fresh start is just what we need...
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Inspiration...
Some things inspire me!
I wish I could tell exactly what, and exactly when, and get inspired upon demand, but I can't... inspiration is something so deeply personal that getting it out into the world can be an overwelming experience.
I believe that that is the main reason why I've always shown interest in any form of art: draw, paint, write, act... because art is a way to express what inspiration might be of the moment, in a way that can be seen and that may be understood by others. It is a way to let go of myself and enter a whole new world, where my imagination is leading the way, and where everything can be as perfect as I want it to be...
I wish I could tell exactly what, and exactly when, and get inspired upon demand, but I can't... inspiration is something so deeply personal that getting it out into the world can be an overwelming experience.
I believe that that is the main reason why I've always shown interest in any form of art: draw, paint, write, act... because art is a way to express what inspiration might be of the moment, in a way that can be seen and that may be understood by others. It is a way to let go of myself and enter a whole new world, where my imagination is leading the way, and where everything can be as perfect as I want it to be...
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Escrevi isto há imenso tempo num blog antigo, mas adequa-se perfeitamente ao dia de hoje...
"Gostava de saber escrever, pintar ou esculpir!
Gostava, porque quando o coração aperta, quando os sentimentos são muitos e não temos maneira de lidar com eles, é preciso expo-los de uma outra maneira qualquer... de uma maneira não necessáriamente compreensivel aos olhos dos outros, mas que nos alivia a alma e faz sentir reconfortados!"
"Gostava de saber escrever, pintar ou esculpir!
Gostava, porque quando o coração aperta, quando os sentimentos são muitos e não temos maneira de lidar com eles, é preciso expo-los de uma outra maneira qualquer... de uma maneira não necessáriamente compreensivel aos olhos dos outros, mas que nos alivia a alma e faz sentir reconfortados!"
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Word of the day: Home
I still find it funny calling Toulouse home. For a long time my home was where my parents were, and for a long period after that, home became Lisbon, place where I lived for 6 years. Now home is here... but, if home is here, what should I call the place I stay at whenever I got back? Or if this isn't home, than what should I call it here?
The fact is that from the first time I've come here I've felt at home. This city is becoming more and more enjoyable with everyday I spend here, and I've gotten around to meet some great people that really make me feel welcome.
However, the thought of going back is still a very nice thought. Being with family and long time friends is so warming that everything else seems to go away... and isn't that what home is supposed to feel like too?
The fact is that from the first time I've come here I've felt at home. This city is becoming more and more enjoyable with everyday I spend here, and I've gotten around to meet some great people that really make me feel welcome.
However, the thought of going back is still a very nice thought. Being with family and long time friends is so warming that everything else seems to go away... and isn't that what home is supposed to feel like too?
Monday, January 11, 2010
so this is it
This blog was long due...
When I came to Toulouse many people told me that writing a blog about the experience should be a fun thing to do. I soon realized that writing a blog about the experience could be quite depressing, since at the very beginning not everything goes as well as planned. As such, I decided to spare you the trouble of reading about all the bureaucracy (that, oddly enough, originates from a french word) I had to endure, or about every other aspect of starting a life in a foreign country!
So why start now? I could tell you it was a new year resolution, or could give you a great amount of untruthful reasons... but in fact the only reason for starting it now is because I felt like it! I do enjoy writing, or babbling, or anything you want to call it, so this seems like as good a place as any to do so.
When I came to Toulouse many people told me that writing a blog about the experience should be a fun thing to do. I soon realized that writing a blog about the experience could be quite depressing, since at the very beginning not everything goes as well as planned. As such, I decided to spare you the trouble of reading about all the bureaucracy (that, oddly enough, originates from a french word) I had to endure, or about every other aspect of starting a life in a foreign country!
So why start now? I could tell you it was a new year resolution, or could give you a great amount of untruthful reasons... but in fact the only reason for starting it now is because I felt like it! I do enjoy writing, or babbling, or anything you want to call it, so this seems like as good a place as any to do so.
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