… don’t you wish you could go back at being the little well-combed kid you used to be?
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sometimes…
Category: just life
goscinny would certainly call upon some hidden corsican roots of mine to justify the fact that i am… susceptible. a movie, a book, a well-spoken presentation on a seminar or a brief intelligent conversation are all it takes to shake my world and give me the energy to ignore drawbacks and jump over frustrations, in order to achieve something and enjoy the process of getting there, more than the the finishing line itself.
maybe i am overreacting – but i won’t jump from denial (more like indifference, in the case) to despair, without stopping in the middle and trying to do something about the problem.
just let me figure a plan.
it’s friday, 7pm, dark and rainy outside, the road is soaked and packed with traffic. we were on our way to porto for a nice weekend when the car in front of us stopped abruptly. we tried to stop too, but our fiesta just… slidded. as if we were ice skating on xmas holidays. it kept going and going and going and i closed my eyes and covered my ears but with no way out, there was really nothing else to do but wait for the impact.
in the end, we damaged the front part of it a bit, but we’re both in one piece, joão and i – and i even got to wear the fluorescent reflective jacket. how cool is that? :)
we didn’t make the euromillions jackpot though. bummer.
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the lobster paradigm
“The trouble with being the Prime Minister’s sister is it does put your life into rather harsh perspective. What did my brother do today? He stood up and fought for his country. And what did I do? I made a papier-maché lobster head.”
(Karen, Love Actually)
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3 wishes for a grumpy rainy day
my kingdom for one of his kisses, a speculaas and a cup of celestial seasonings tea.
pretty please?