Yupi

Olympics are almost here!

Swooning

O Mark Foster está na minha tv.

Resumo dos dias em Portugal

companheiro, roupa nova, peixe grelhado, jantares de família, novidades boas das amigas, novo penteado, francesinhas, reencontrar velhas amizades, pedir desculpa, sorrir graças à minha avó, festivalar, beber pouco, comer muito, praia, voltar aos lugares de pequena, festas de aniversário, não ver toda a gente que se quer, discussões, dormir pouco, cheiro a maresia, frustração, calor...

So much to write about...

and yet I am stuck between thoughts, between feelings.

Pleeeeeeease

Passam-se anos...

e por mais testes de internet que faça, sou sempre a Miranda.

Através de outros olhos

My therapist said "when you are playing in your fantasy world, the world misses out on you and that's quite a loss". My group colleagues agreed and told me I will never go unnoticed, that I was born to shine like a star. Love them for all the soul strokes, but can't seem to make sense out of it. 

Are they really talking about me? 'Cause I've always been the invisible one in the crowd. That person no one remembers the name, the one who's always someone else's friend as a reference. 

Surely they cannot be talking about me...

Before packing...

prenda de 30 anos pra Pintas - check
prenda de 6 anos para o sobrinho mai' lindo - check
encomendas alheias - check
souvenirs de viagens para os pais - check
roupa para o festival - oh yeah check

Dir-se-ia que está quase tudo...

Family ties

I am quite proud to be like my mum in certain things, yet I hope that in others I am her opposite. Or that if I am not, my friends will slap me into normality.