tututururu - mahnan manata - tuturutu

So long suckers!*

noreply@blogger.com (joana) — Thu, 31 Dec 2009 23:59:00 +0000

Adeus 2009

Que 2010 seja tão cheio em coisas boas como tu :)

*Up!

Special is a tricky word

noreply@blogger.com (joana) — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 02:22:00 +0000

People keep telling me how special I am and I don't get it. To me I'm plain normal.

I don't think checking whether Lando is wearing Han Solo's clothes at the end of The Empire Strikes Back just because there's a reference in Family Guy makes me special. At best it might just make me a little weird.

Oh, and by the way, he is. What is up with that? Why's he wearing...? Wait, how can he? At that moment Han was neatly hanging up on a wall in Jabba's Palace (wearing said clothes)... right? Or maybe Han Solo is just one of those guys who have tons of identical outfits, in which case then one would assume Lando was - for whatever reason - in his closet, therefore leading one to all sorts of puns and jokes... Huummm... Now I'll be up all night thinking about it...

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noreply@blogger.com (joana) — Tue, 29 Dec 2009 21:14:00 +0000

days in PJs

2009 - The good

noreply@blogger.com (joana) — Tue, 29 Dec 2009 02:29:00 +0000

Onto the silver lining...

The good. Finished bachelor degree and started master (this sounds so weird... is the terminology correct?). I was expecting it to be boring as hell, but actually I'm having fun! Who knew translating could be interesting? I certainly didn't.

Said I'd find me a suitable teacher and start singing again. And so I did. Didn't expect to get into a choir and sing on stage again, let alone do it well. Learned a lot about harmonies, which is awesome.

Wanted to try doing an acting course. Ended up doing two. Had the most fun ever. Perfomed on Culturgest. Loosened up some more, did things I never thought I had the guts to, all the while meeting great people in the process.

After two years I left KEPs. Which is really really sad. It broke my heart. But it also made me feel good about myself. Really mature and grown-up for actually letting go of something I cherished so deeply in order focus on my studies. And all ego-boosts are more than welcome!

Got into that School of Musicals course. All I can do here is quote Barney: It's gonna be legen- wait for it -dary! And now a little Quagmire: Allriiiight ;)

Managed to read both Gone with the wind and Catch trap. Big yay! And altogether read 29 books this year. Patting myself in the back for that one.

Gathered the guts to cut the crap and go to a shrink. Seriously, I'm a nut case. I should've done this years ago.

Throughout the year I went to the theater quite a few times. I feel so cosmopolitan...

And probably the most important of all - made a plan. Came to peace with certain aspects of myself and thought about all sorts of different roads I might wanna follow. All that whatever will be will be is finally sinking in. Ceasing overthinking protocol. Fireworks!!!

All in all 2009 was a great year. Sure some things went wrong. Some made me feel like banging my head against a wall for all my lack of self-control. But there were also loads of good stuff. Tons of new experiences. A year for personal growth... And yet... God I feel like Hachi!

We all promise, we all try, we all fail

noreply@blogger.com (joana) — Tue, 29 Dec 2009 02:27:00 +0000

... ain't Christmas great? ;)

2009 - The bad

noreply@blogger.com (joana) — Tue, 29 Dec 2009 02:06:00 +0000

We've reached that time of the year when it's absolutely unavoidable for me to look back and reflect about all I did and didn't do. So here's the good and the bad.

Heck, let's start with the bad so we can't get it over with and end the post (hopefully) with a smile.

The bad. By end of 2008 I looked at myself in the mirror and said I'd lose weight, but instead I gained loads more. Bad, bad me. I said I start dancing again. I didn't. Not really. Feel clumsy and ackward with hideous appearance. Plus I now dance wearing sneakers. Broke my heels and I'm currently waiting for *someone* to buy me some new ones for my birthday. Also another year's gone by and I'm still single. Picture Bridget Jones in her PJs drunk and flushed singing All by myself with little umbrellas on her hair. Not exactly me. Goodness gracious, no!... But sadly heading towards it... at least bits of me.

Oh well, let's do another fresh post for the good...

It all goes by so fast

noreply@blogger.com (joana) — Tue, 29 Dec 2009 01:27:00 +0000

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noreply@blogger.com (joana) — Mon, 28 Dec 2009 18:12:00 +0000

o inevitável regresso

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noreply@blogger.com (joana) — Sun, 27 Dec 2009 15:06:00 +0000

dia de céu cinzento, chuva e nada

In awe...

noreply@blogger.com (joana) — Sun, 27 Dec 2009 02:28:00 +0000

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noreply@blogger.com (joana) — Sat, 26 Dec 2009 23:36:00 +0000

serão no sofá

Zip it

noreply@blogger.com (joana) — Sat, 26 Dec 2009 18:58:00 +0000

closure on this whole present talk

Heavy conscience

noreply@blogger.com (joana) — Sat, 26 Dec 2009 01:52:00 +0000

Não consigo esquecer o perfume. É como um nó na garganta. Porque custa-me ver alguém que me ama a gastar um balúrdio em algo que inevitávelmente acaba sempre nas mãos da empregada. Eu sinto-me culpada por não gostar. Fútil e mimada. Mas eu não consigo usar aquilo em mim. Não é que seja desagradável - pelo contrário - simplesmente não nada a ver comigo. São escolhas muito pessoais e aquilo para mim é aroma para uma mulher independente, segura, madura, já avançada na casa dos trinta (e estou a ser generosa!). Não combina com os meus ténis. Não combina comigo.

Isto é provavelmente dos posts mais fúteis que já escrevi. Mas estava a ver se curava uma insónia.

Disconnected presents

noreply@blogger.com (joana) — Fri, 25 Dec 2009 17:37:00 +0000

Deixem-me começar por dizer que no Natal a última coisa que desperta o meu interesse são as prendas que recebo. Preocupo-me mais com a refeição em família, a reacção das pessoas às prendas que eu ofereço, a música ambiente, a árvore...

Durante muitos anos divulgava a lista de prendas que queria. Desta vez nem abri a boca. Quis ver o que é que as pessoas escolhiam sozinhas. Devo dizer que fiquei desapontada. Não quero parecer ingrata - eu estou feliz por se lembrarem de mim e por receber prendas - mas enfim... Gostava de receber algo que tivesse sido escolhido para mim. De perceber que as pessoas à minha volta me conhecem minimamente.

Não é difícil. Eu sou aquilo que sou e é fácil de perceber. Eu gosto de livros, cds, musicais, canecas, colares, filmes... E depois há as coisas que eu claramente detesto receber - meias (especialmente se forem brancas ou sem qualquer padrão esquisito), perfumes, cremes, chocolates. Adivinhem lá o que é me calhou...

Não quero parecer ingrata, a sério... mas teria ficado mais feliz com uma caneca do Starbucks do que com o perfume da Burberrys.

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noreply@blogger.com (joana) — Fri, 25 Dec 2009 16:41:00 +0000

espólio 2009

Here's a random thought

noreply@blogger.com (joana) — Fri, 25 Dec 2009 02:04:00 +0000

I want the possibility to share a couch and say I want a time machine.

The unusual spotlight

noreply@blogger.com (joana) — Fri, 25 Dec 2009 01:25:00 +0000

Não estou habituada a estar na berlinda. Pelo menos no que toca a este assunto em particular. É um dos senãos de passar tanto tempo com pessoas de outras faixas etárias.

Mas cada vez que a vejo é quase certo que vai cair um comentário.

(Verdade seja dita que eu de vez em quando também já me ponho a jeito...)

E sabe-me bem. Saber que sou mais que a mascote.

Season Greetings

noreply@blogger.com (joana) — Fri, 25 Dec 2009 01:24:00 +0000

Merry Christmas :)

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noreply@blogger.com (joana) — Thu, 24 Dec 2009 21:29:00 +0000

consoada familiar no sofá

"It's the most wonderful time of the year"

noreply@blogger.com (joana) — Thu, 24 Dec 2009 11:39:00 +0000

I love the day before Christmas. Because there's not much to be done but to enjoy it. Presents are bought, wrapped and under the tree, college papers and articles are set aside until the 26th and all other arrangements that make Christmas day so hectic have to be done on the 25th. So today's all about pampering my inner child. I'll catsit, read manga, watch Mary Poppins, have cod with chestnuts for dinner, play poker with my family and who know what else :)

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noreply@blogger.com (joana) — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 19:36:00 +0000

Christmas Cappuccino

Brooding

noreply@blogger.com (joana) — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 01:30:00 +0000

Catching someone talking about your love life is depressing. At least in this case it is. Today's not a good day. Going to bed now.

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noreply@blogger.com (joana) — Tue, 22 Dec 2009 17:54:00 +0000

nada registado

Saudades

noreply@blogger.com (joana) — Tue, 22 Dec 2009 03:36:00 +0000

A saudades não se matam. Apenas criam mais saudades. Deixam-nos esfomeados por mais. Acordam o sentir para algo que tinha caido na dormência.

We are family*

noreply@blogger.com (joana) — Tue, 22 Dec 2009 03:05:00 +0000

I love you more than words can say. You're good for me. Inside out. Outside in. And I've missed you more than I can feel. At some point I went into self-induced coma. And tonight I breathe.

So dear Santa,

if I can still ask for something, all I wish is to have them with me. No matter how hard things are and how busy we are. Lets keep this spark alive :)

*Sister Sledge