where words fail, music speaks

Had this overwhelming feeling of absolute happiness while walking up the stairs, under the big tree where we adopted the plant, head to the right, left, right then left again and in to my São Caetano. I'm surrounded by at least 5 different languages on a daily basis and extraordinary people make me fold laughing and my heart jitter. This weekend the word document with the mighty name will be revised and then left alone to grow by itself, to evolve and develop into something I'll realize in 2 weeks when I see it with clear eyes. Distance makes the heart grown fonder... and it opens your eyes a little bit. While waiting I'll look at pretty boys with curly hair and open a new word document, and name it something pretty. It's one of those days when things have pretty names, just naturally.

Thoughts we think

We get affected by everything people say and think, consequently, what is really coming from ourselves? Are there any “own” thoughts, or are all thoughts just recycled? Are there only endless copies swirling around, and no “own” opinions? When we think something about something, how affected are we by what other people think, or what we think other people would think?

Think about that next time you think.

oops

With one hundred thousand degrees outside I cooled down with sangria after work and accidentally got drunk. My world is spinning, every inch of me is covered in sweat and I'm gonna fall asleep to the best episodes of Sex and the City. That's how I celebrate life today.

Portugal, 12 points! Boa Noite!

Goodnight brilliance

Open your eyes

The thought kinda hit me right there over the peach/mango tea, why are people stuck in the ”life is boring”-mentality? Since I moved here I've seen much less of that, which I chose to sum up in the fine conclusion that this is mainly applicable to the country up north. I've experienced enough people up there with this attitude to be able to make a SLIGHT generalization. Why are mondays horrible when they should be awesome for a new week has started? Why are weekends considered better than week days? Why is it nicer to be off work than working? Why do people tend to party their asses off every weekend as if they celebrate being ”free” for a bit? Why is there so disturbingly much focus on shopping and getting more without any form of appreciation for what you already have? Why does it seem like people live for the special moments and not the beauty of the everyday life? Why do people tend to get sad and down when they come back from a vacation, and not happy they've experienced something new? Why is a vacation even better than the normal life?

Why don't people appreciate the everyday life?! If you can't stand mondays, change your life. You're not stuck in your own life, you have a choice, make your life exciting and fun. It makes me sad when people complain about stuff that can be changed, because it means they haven't realized the wonderfulness of the simple things in life. You should wake up with a smile, grateful you even have the opportunity to do so. Honestly, please open your eyes and realize what you have, if you're not happy with your life; change it.

Carrie, Lali did do this

Lisbon summer heat

Got woken up by the sunshine dancing around loudly in the room, put on some Motown Papa Was a Rolling Stone, read a few blogs, watched the new Ray William Johnson episode and loved life a little bit. You should always start loving life before breakfast, you'll digest the day better. Today I'll park myself by the fountain to work on some stuff in the sunshine with I came to dance, dance, dance, dance in my headphones.

Lazy doggy in Portuguese summer heat



Where I'll spend the majority of my day working

in this creative mind nothing goes unheard

Bringing tea, crackers and sangria into the bubble where all creativity is let lose. Would you mind if I disappeared for a while? Tell me can you hear my voice, loud and clear above the noise? See you on the other side.

Hiking in Monsanto

At 10AM, amongst aloe vera plants and happy faces we hiked for 4 hours, until our legs folded like spaghetti. We met horses, stopped traffic, fed ducks with digestive crackers and almost shed a little tear when spotting IKEA from above.

One might say that makes a perfect Saturday.

Let's

Herregud!!! The beginning?! How magical?!

and you'll live happily. I promise.

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cozy

Glancing on flights to Sweden, if I wouldn't have been brain-numbingly sleepy I would have peed my pants with excitement. I'm peeing my pants with excitement on the inside? This day will be sweet and calm, rainy and not as fast-paced as yesterday. Yesterday required a crash helmet, today requires uggs. And I will be nom-noming on digestives all day (or digestibes as mexian Bearize would've said) while telling England that they need to scan all of their household purchases.

Don't forget to love people today kids, and eat your broccoli!

Hiya

AY CARAMBA! I feel like this day was 5 days long. The british women weren't very compliant today, and after a call causing a minor mental breakdown from my part, I left for portuguese class, in which we got to sound like animals for an hour with Anabela. Touché! Now I'm sitting here, feeling numb smiling for myself (at myself?). And it's raining ants on me from the crack in the ceiling. Awww!! Come to mama?

oh tuesday

Monsoon-rain. I adore the sound of rain on the roof, and thank heaven we live on the top floor. Wonderful wonderful Tuesday: Coffee, dance my way over to work in the rain and laugh at the mascara stripes down my cheeks, speak a little portuguese, talk a little with England, go home and spend the night in my bubble. Home is where the heart is.

that regular Monday.

Up 7am. Writing until 10am. Prepping for work 10-11.30am. Work 12-9pm. Writing from 11-12.pm. Greetings from awesomeness! Tired as a freak, but it's worth it. Always. I love Monday.

I've been searching for some..

Lying in bed with coffee and my word-document, and am planning to do so for the next 2 hours. McFly have taken over my entire weekend. And I give in.

The ballad of consequences

When it got a wee bit too hot to concentrate, I took a writing-break, had some icecream and dived into my childhood for a moment. Overwhelmed, emotional, with shivers down my spine I got soaked up in Lars Winnerbäck's Balladen om Konsekvenser over and over. This swedish phenomenon sums up my early teenage years.



With a few beezes through the window, break-time is over and I'll lock myself in my bubble for a few hours of creativity. Love

love what you live

My alarm clock is the exotic birds at Chinas embassy. My gym is running in the harbor. My therapist is Rio Tejo. At work I'm closest surrounded by english, italian, portuguese, german and I wake up with a smile every single day.
I love my life because I chose to leave what I didn't love. Pretty please open your eyes and think about what you love. . . and then work your way towards it. As simple as that.

boa tarde

Lisbon is extra beautiful today, sometimes she just is. It's like she stands a bit taller when people are wearing sandals and the birds are singing a different melody. Arrived home to a sweaty (but not less happy) roomie getting ready for her nightly adventures with the vodka bottle under her arm. After sending her off, almost like a wife waves her husband goodbye when he's going into war, I settled down with chocolate from Pingo Doce, juice and Girls Next Door. Tomorrow will be filled with sunkissed skin, writing and drinking beer


(the sweatiest lady in town)

. . . . and I just realized I ate the last piece of chocolate without even noticing, and slightly regret not enjoying it. It's ok, I'll get another one tomorrow.

Beijinhos!

Lost and found

Friendships were seemingly lost, then put on hold, waiting to be found again. I'll wait until the end of time for a friend I know is worth the wait, yet any friend would be worth the wait, otherwise they would not be friends, only nice people you like to spend time with occasionally. Meanwhile, I'll just have my early morning breeze walks in Jardim da Estrela and let life inspire me to create.

See you in the AM.

there you are

It's a shame you haven't realized you have the whole world. The tough part is deciding where you wanna go and what you wanna do..who you wanna be(come). The beautiful part is the fact that you have a choice, do you know how many people there are in the world simply hoping to wake up the next day? And there you are, limiting yourself.

step into my office

The morning was spent in Jardim da Estrela, this is where my magic happens nowadays. 8am every day.

Tell me can you hear my voice, loud and clear above the noise?

In a temporarily empty apartment I create the new world, my future if you will. When the roomie is out exploring her notion of Lisbon with the family, I open the windows and let the mind flow freely and breathe the dream. Singing along as loud as I possibly can to Money Honey and Falling in Love while I write a few more paragraphs, read a little in The Carrie Diaries and think about last night when we enjoyed life in english, italian, portuguese, swedish and a little bit in french. A confused mind is a happy mind. And now: my daily viewing of Burlesque. Daily, yes.

They make it worthwhile

The little dog went round and around in the endless apartment, almost as he had to touch every part of the air, every inch of the floor in fear of not having appreciated the opportunity to the fullest. The room seemed timeless, the walls spoke of many lifetimes and the water stain in the ceiling was too honest to be in the way. She felt calm underneath it. The whole house made her calm, it felt mighty and wise, and she always felt secure in the presence of overwhelming things.

They filled the room with dreams, the future, love. She found a friend in her that made the word thankful lose all significance. And she smiled all the way home, home to the friend in her mailbox.

Have you ever thought about the people in your life? Have you ever stopped in the middle of a street and realized how blessed you are for the people in your life? Have you ever gotten shivers down your spine thinking about how you are the luckiest person in the world to have those people in your life?

Have you? No but, have you really?

When you're happy like a fool, let it take you over

Hands over keyboard. My heart skips a beat every time a finger touches a key. After 3 and a half row I have to pause and breathe. My soul is flooded with the mighty feeling you get when you're in the heart of doing what you're meant to be doing, when you have finally reached that moment; taken a leap of faith and approached what used to scare you, used to limit you. In this instance, I shed a tear and continue to write.

Black Coffee

She takes a sip of her, nowadays, black coffee. She recently learnt to drink what previously required a fragment of a drop of milk. It is almost like the milk was just meant to be there even if its random just-being-there-ness made no significant difference, as if its mere existence in the cup made things easier, less bitter. She usually searched for factors to tone things down, in a previous life, where most segments of the daily life were set on autopilot and life is put in a much too well-paced pattern of how to behave. In the world where the story goes: when unhappy- immediately work your way towards happiness again, where people tend to forget there is a source, a reason, a meaning for being unhappy. Instead of realizing- they cover up. They add so much milk to their lives they're numbing the bitterness, yet it's still there.

She now drinks her coffee black, not because she has to face, and consequently learn to love,the bitterness, but because she can't be bothered with adding stuff to her life that really makes no difference in the long run. She wants to see things for what they really are, and she will continue to create her reality, without the drop of milk.

mind & soul.

"Most people don't know it but the subconscious mind is about 90% of your total mind power. The conscious mind is what we use in our daily life; it's surprising that it's only 10%. You just have to remember that your subconscious mind accepts anything you submit to it whether it is positive or negative".
- Law of Attraction

Wouldn't it be so much easier if we decided to affect the subconscious part of the mind instead? If we have that part covered, the conscious part will quite delighted. Remember every day how amazing and strong you are, and when your subconscious is convinced, the conscious will only feed on happiness. You are your own center, start living life for yourself. That's what I'm gonna do. Now.

Sleepless in Lisbon

I am obsessed with the idea of a new apartment. My own place. It has reached the point where I can't sleep at night, no but really. The roomie-extravaganza is great, but I have been standing on my own feet in my own apartment since I was 18 and Lisbon will never feel like home until I have my place to fill with my own atmosphere. In my own ways. This room is not worth 300 euros + bills, that's that. So in June I'll be hardcore searching for a tiny little UNFURNISHED studio apartment in the heart of Lisbon, and paint the walls with dreams and mellow inspiration. Come to mama darling?

Inspiration that makes my heart fuzzy:





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it doesn't always have to shine bright.

I am a simple girl. I prefer unconditional love before anything else. As simple as that, see? I think of my loved one first thing in the morning, last thing in the night and would swim the atlantic ocean for him. With pleasure. There is really no limits to what I would do for him. At any given time.

I am indeed fully aware of the fact that all loves are coloured with a bit of flaws (which makes it unique and consequently; perfect), but when you are more sad than happy, it's time to let go.

Golden rule: more happiness than sadness. It is as simple as that. And it goes for anything in life.

a whole new world

Almost a year has past. Plans changed, minds went out of control, people got closer, grew apart, some were happy some were sad, it has been a whirlwind up to this point. A friendly soul invited us to join her in a new world, so the plans to enter London made a U-turn and we packed up our lives in a van and drove across the continent to the country with the foreign language. After 24 hours in the new country souls broke into pieces and we followed our own footsteps back again.

Some of us healed and approached new emotions, while some of us couldn't let go of the country far far away.

I am now sitting in a cozy little top-flor apartment looking over Ponte 25 Abril in the country with the foreign language, grateful for the friendly soul, because of her I am now celebrating 6 months in Lisbon, Portugal.