all dressed up for prague...
Dears, my insomnia is making me post one more time. But I couldn't figure out what to say, since its all too deep useless considerations or too much detailed information.. so I'll just leave you with Damien Rice, with the first notes on Prague.. wish me luck, and see you in a while!
Prague (I'm all dressed up)
I pack my suit in a bag
I'm all dressed up for prague
I'm all dressed up with you All dressed up for him too...
Prepare myself for a war
Before I even open up my door
Before I even look out I'm pissing all of my bullets about..
Wrap myself in a bag
I'm all wrapped up in prague I'm all wrapped up in you
I'm all wrapped up in him too
Prepare myself for a war
And I don't know what i'm doing this for
Trying to let it all go
But how can I when you still don't know?
I could wait for you
Like that hole in your boot
Waiting to be fixed
I could wait for you
What good would that do
But to leave me bruised?
Credit of the photo: http://www.cs.ucr.edu/~mvlachos/photos.html
"And you'll cry cry cry"
So, since nothing that exciting is happening - no U2 concerts (oooodio), no hard drinking, and not enough studying that I can comment - I will contradict the first post. And I will do what I do best: criticize! No, I will try not to, and I will try not to write a deep text. But then again, if you are reading this, its by your own choice, so what do I care? Writing because I'm bored, and I'll just stop justifying and begin writing.
As usual, I have been going to the movies, let's say, a lot. I have a good excuse, it's Oscar season, so all the good-in-a-commercial-way movies are out. As I have seen most of them by now, I can't really talk about all in this post. So, this is about THE movie of the year, Brokeback Mountain. And since I'm not really qualified to criticize much, I will just say I didn't love it. I liked it, with restrictions. But I don't see what all the fuss is about. It's a love story, a common love story, which can be both good and bad. It's a story about losing, about wasting time, about... well, about all that goes wrong with love, I think. Not taking chances, not facing the fears, and setteling for what you think is okay, "not so bad", or something like that. Its a story about chances not taken, words not said (a looot of words not said, practically a silent movie)and where that leads us in the end. And I will go to another movie now, since I promise
d no deep texts.
"Walk the Line". Huge cliché, but this one I liked! I have a soft spot for biographies, especially the sad depressing ones. But I liked it because of the happy ending. Yes, kill me, I like happy endings, with no bombs exploding all the people of the cast. The music was nice, the acting is impressive, with Resse Witherspoon being only mildly annoying and Joaquin Pheonix being better than usual. And he usually is pretty good. It was more about the acting than about the story for me, but anyway, the story is of second, third, fourth chances. Sometimes they don't come, but for this story they did. And love wins in the end, of cooourse. After 10 years of banging his head against a brick wall, Johnny Cash got the girl. And it's always nice to see there is hope in the end of the rainbow.
To those who had the patience to read this through, that's it. Thanks! I'll write about the other movies later, as I will be bored again, probably. Insomnia is a bitch. Useless text, since its not a critic, and its not any news. It's basically like a conversation with me, only typed. Like reading the episode guide of the OC - the written and the screen version are pretty much the same.
So, loves, see you soon! - to some of you, literally!! (yeeey!! prague!!!)
beijos
cottage weekend
So, finnish cottage weekend! No, in fact I should say german cottage weekend. 11 germans, 4 french, 1 hungarian and me. Therefore, 2 and a half days of intensive german!! But apart from some people speaking german to me sometimes (completey useless, obviously. another thing to do when I get home - let's try to beat Guimarães Rosa in the number of languages), no problem at all, nice german people! We left on friday afternoon, and that day can be remembered firstly for the very good surprise that the cottage was huge, new and clean, and that there was enough space for all of us. Then, after eating, a looot of sauna (and I still don't 
exactly love it, maybe it's just not made for brazillian people) and very stupidly going into a frozen lake after it - which is still better then lying in the snow. After some warming up (with some assistence of fireplace/ more sauna), what do we do? We jump into the lake again, of course!! Saturday started off late with a perfect brunch, and it was a laaazy day, but with sunshine and a lovely walk on the frozen lake from the previous night.... just perfectly in peace... waiting for the guys that were attemping to fish (with some success, it must be said), and watching the law students studying piles of paper and being again thankful that I chose journalism as my degree. Saturdayt night, again, sauna, shots, lake, sauna, cooold shower (but what can you expect with 18 people in a cottage anyway?) and really nice home made pizza... and then listening to saturday night fever, grease and aaall the tacky music that exists... on Sunday, another huge brunch, very competitive game, cleaning up and rushing for the one chance we had to come home (yes, 1 bus a day). But we all made it back, safe and sound.
All and all, perfect weekend!! and now I can say that yes, I was IN the lake and ON the lake, with less than 12 hours difference... not an everyday experience...
finally
Before I start: yes, I know I go home in 3 months or so, and what is the use of this blog now, this late? I don't really know, but I have decided to do it anyway. Maybe its the beginning of the new year - yes, fine, we are in February, not the conventional beginning of the year, but it is still some sort of beginning, for me anyway. I always get lost in beginning things - every year we have new resolutions, every semester we will study harder, every month we will save money, every week we will start a diet. And every day I said I would post the photos somewhere and I never did.
So now, finally some regular news from the girl who went to far far away into the cold for no special reason... I am sorry for the people at home (sim, eu sou relapsa, eu sei) that I didn't do this before. I have no excuse for that, except my well known lack of time management skills. But, better late than never!
I'll post the pictures of this year first, and then in time I'll post the things of the last (wonderful) semester! I promise to try not to bore you with "deep" texts, and stick to the facts (after all... it's all that matters)! I apologize for the references that not everybody will get and the private jokes, but it's just "conscience flows", no special text writing. And I will write in english (as you have figured by now) for the sake of the european/ non portuguese speaking friends...
that's it for now, muuuuuuuitas saudades (no english for this, sorry people)
beijos
