(click for some more widgets’ forecasts, from some people living in the second floor, at 11pm, Netherlands time.)
back in groningen, for at least another month.
feels great to be here again, finally. we arrived yesterday after a painful check-in at porto’s airport (including me unpacking ALL the contents of my overfiled backpack and not being able to put everything back in again), hours waiting at stansted airport (where we had tupperware dinner party, with our mom’s food and we watched an old lady going berserk), and hours on the train etc. but we were quite anxious to see everybody again, and it all payed off when we found the crew chatting on the second’s floor corridor. some things never change, indeed.
the temperature has dropped to a couple of negatives degrees now, but no snow on sight, just ice spread a little bit everywhere.
levi has started to wear his termotebes (really shielding portuguese (?) undershirts, from when we were kids) and i’ve settled for odlo warm shirts.
levi also went to his stomach doctor, which forbid him to drink alcohol and coffe and smoke. the poor boy is taking his revenge in chocolate (old picture to illustrate what i mean)… :)
2005.
it’s no time for looking back anymore, because 2006 is already here, but this year that went by was one of the best so far. blues and electronic concerts (and concert photography), working, quitting the job, a photo exhibit (twice!), moving to another country, the radio, all the people i now know (the ones i met this year and the ones that stayed close to the heart)…
as for 2006… we’ll see.
i was presented with the much wanted possibility of staying in the netherlands for another semester and doing a master thesis in groningen (which will give me the equivalent to an internship and not a master thesis, but i shall not begin to whine about the bologna treaty and how the portuguese are still not complying to it… another post, perhaps). problem is, i don’t want my parents to pay for it and i have no money myself (as a good student i am…)
so i guess i have a bit of a problem, hein? well, we’ll see how it goes. i guess i’ll find a way to sort it out somehow. (if you have any brilliant plans or proposals, ship them my way, s’il vous plaît! i’m quite available for html & design stuff or any other colaborations.)
but enough of that. as for life, i’ve been enjoying my time in portugal very much, being spoiled by all family members in every possible ways. i’ve spent the past week and a half roaming around celorico de basto, and porto, and now i’m in braga for a few days… finally i have some internet :)
had a couple of css and web standards related books for xmas presents, along with a japanese doll, a 512mb memory card, postcards, a dinner by the douro, one of ana ventura’s bookmarkers, a van gogh museum moleskine… speaking of which, i guess the whole 2-day trip to amsterdam prior to my arrival can itself be considered a huge xmas present.
i roamed around the city and got lost over and over again, until my feet refused to move and my head went strange from the lack of sleep. i absolutely loved it, despite all the tourists like me and all the others that were there just for the coffeeshops and red light streets.
amsterdam is gorgeous, cosmopolitan, urban without losing the sight of bricks and canals. and i must go back there for some more, some other time.
specially now that i’ve noticed that my minolta tricked me and decided to ruin about 40% of the pictures i took there… something with the shutter i think, but it needs further investigation. now i’m just afraid to develop the rest of the films i shot when i was in gronigen. great.
(to be continued…)
If every angel’s terrible
Then why do you welcome them
If every angel’s terrible
Then why do you welcome them
You provide the birdbath
I provide the skin
And bathing in the moonlight
I’m to tremble like a kitten
If blue eyed babes
Raised as hitler’s little brides and sons
They got angelic tendencies
Like some boys tend to act like queens
Oh if every angel’s terrible
Then why do you watch her sleep
You love to hear her sing
And wear purple eyes like rings
Well the flowers have no scent
And the child’s been miscarried
Oh every angel’s terrible
Said freud and rilke all the same
Rimbaud never paid them no mind
But jimmi morrison had his elevators
His elevators
He had his elevator angels
If every angel’s terrible
Why do you hide inside her
Like a child in a skirt
The supermarket’s loud and bright
And boy don’t she feel warm tonight
Boy don’t she feel warm tonight
Boy don’t she feel warm tonight
If every angel’s terrible…”
Cocorosie,Terrible angels
tacos
+
pasta
+
gluhwein
+
chocolate fondue
=
christmas party! :D
so mix all the nationalities into a chocolate melting pot (literally, please) and serve with lots of fun and some food fight.
even me, not an alcohol fan at all, surrendered to the german gluhwein (hot wine with cinnamon and orange… mmmmm).