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in the netherlands

the unbearable lightness of being


“When arriving in a city, we see streets in perspective.
Sequences of buildings with no meaning. Everything is unknown, virgin.
Later we’ll have lived in this city.
We’ll have walked in its streets.
We’ll have been to the end of the perspectives.
We’ll have seen all the buildings.
We’ll have lived stories with people.
When we’ll have lived in this city, we’ll have taken this street a thousand times. After a moment, everything belongs to you because you’ve lived there.

It was to happen but I didn’t know it yet.

Urquinaona. Groningen.
This thing that sounds weird was added to the long list of old weird names
that we have somewhere in our brain. Urquinaona, slightly slipped next to Mouffetard, Bondoufle, Ponteaux-Combault, Marolles-en-Hurepoix, Mandelieu-La Napoule and Knok le Zout.
Groningen, slightly slipped next to São Vítor, Ermesinde, Britelo, Areosa and Porto.

It becomes normal and familiar.”

from L’auberge espagnole, the image is from kokjebalder.

now that i’ve settled down and i can say “i’m back”, i realize how much i miss all the little things i called “home” last year.

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geek

entretantos

meiadeleite.com is changing template and managing system in a few days, and i’ve been working on that lately, along with writing the thesis and finally wrapping up the whole internship.

hence the lack of posts here, though i still update the currently column everyday :)

just thought i’d say “hi! i’m still alive”.
stand by and take care :)

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music

figure it out, girl!


When I woke up this morning, first I laughed and then I cried.
Was I feeling good or bad? I just could not decide!
So naturally I asked my mom to tell me how I feel.
But she didn’t tell me that; instead, she told me something real:

She said, “A mom can tell you lots of things, like one and one is two.
And how to cross a busy street and how to tie your shoe.
But the one who knows the things you feel is you and nobody else.

I can’t tell you how you feel; you have to tell yourself, so figure it out!”

Figure it out!
Figure it out!
Figure it out!

You’re the only one who knows the things you feel, so figure it out!

I had a friend who lived next door, but his family had to move.

It made me mad, or made me sad, or made me just confused.
So naturally I asked my friend to look inside my head
And tell me how I really felt, but he told me this instead:

He said, “A friend can do a lot of things that no one can do better,

Like give a friend a friendly hug or write a friendly letter.
But the one who knows the way you feel is you and nobody else.
A friend can’t tell you how you feel; you have to tell yourself, so figure it out!”

Figure it out!
Figure it out!
Figure it out!

You’re the only one who knows the things you feel, so figure it out! “

oh, the sesame street’s wisdom :)
days have been… hum… quite… something.
two weeks left to present the thesis and pack a year of life into suitcases far too small to handle it. hang on while i figure a way to work things out.

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music

transatlanticism

...

and all the girls in every girlie magazine
can’t make me feel any less alone…

(death cab for cutie, on repeat around here)

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just life

breathing

“Then I thought about how for such a long time, I’ve been so used to coming home at specific hours to talk to him. how I got so used to walking on the street or going out with friends or noticing interesting things then make a mental note to tell him about it when we see one another on camera, and how right now, I don’t have to wait, I open my mouth and point out things as they happen, I don’t have to rush anywhere to see him cause he’s right there, with me, I don’t need to do anything right now, I know that will change soon with needing to find a job and start settling into a life, but now, at this moment, I don’t have to do anything, I just exist, I just am – being, living, breathing, I can do whatever I want at any given moment. I’m going to get off this chair now and give him a big hug from behind.”

(from lilly’s blog, here)

she’s from israel, he’s from new york. they felt in love with an ocean in between, connected with cables, webcams, microphones, depending on isp’s dispositions and techonology moods. but they fought for what they believed and they stayed together, regardless the distance, the timezones, the war. one could say they had everything against them, and still, they managed