segunda-feira, 11 de setembro de 2017

Indonesia, Part II

So, the first two weeks I would say were slow and nothing seemed to be going on with the project. By the end of week 2 I had already gone to a traditional muslim wedding, a birthday party of a 1 year old baby and another birthday dinner of my host's best friend. I had hitten all the trendy cafes in town, I had already gone to the cinema and had had ice cream and pizza, but I had no friends from my project. I liked these two weeks with just Amber and Sike but I felt there was something missing.
I remember that the weekend between weeks 2 and 3 we went to Samalona Island and I loved it! :)) It's super close to Makassar and you get there by boat, it takes you only around 20 minutes. We brought snacks and spent the day having fun in the sun. The water is the most transparent one I've seen. The sea is an infinite of light blue and so clear you can spot the fishes under water, warm and no waves. I was in love. Also, the amount of cute shells I found... :) 

And then stuff started happening. Good and bad stuff ;) but we'll get there - haha. 
Finally we stopped having so many useless meetings and started to get some work done. I think the first time I made friends and enjoyed my time with the group was on a saturday evening we went campaigning to Pantai Losari. Before that I remeber one day at Fort Rotterdam after lunch time (I didn't have luch that day, actually, and was desperate to go home or grab something to eat) where we gathered in two groups and I got to know some people, but I couldn't even remember everyone's names afterwards. And then, on another day at Pod House, next to Telkomsel - a cute cafe where I had the best and cheapest club sandwich - we met with the puropose of getting some ppt presentations done for the following week.
There I had a debate with Hajar, Monie and João about religion and asked for ketchup and was given a spicy sauce. Now I now that ketchup is called tomato sauce in Indonesia.  

Bad things took place too. By then I had already had herpes on my lips (well, I don't even want to know how I got it, honestly), broke my phone into tiny, tiny pieces and lost my credit card. Life seemed to be going pretty well and I didn't miss home AT-ALL, as you can imagine.
Mom offered to pay my plane ticket back to Portugal but I knew I had to just suck it up and get it done. I stayed until the end and I am so glad I did...

quarta-feira, 30 de agosto de 2017

Indonesia, Part I

I will try my best to summarise the past 6 weeks but I am well aware it won't be an easy task. If you are ready, here I go.

On July 8th I left Portugal early in the am. It took me 4 flights and 36 hours total to get to my final destination: Makassar in South Sulawesi, Indonesia. I stopped in Barcelona, Singapore, Jakarta, and when I arrived in Makassar I was 7 hours ahead in time (I am in GMT time zone). 
I lost almost every single flight, and the longest flight (from Barcelona to Singapore) was an ordeal, since we had a lot of turbulence and I am very sensitive to motion. By the time I arrived in Singapore I had already threw up 2 times, and I would throw up again when landing in Jakarta. 
I remember I had the worst impression of Jakarta's airport, easily labeling it as the worst place I've ever been. It was hot, the smells where rather intense, I was tummy sick and nothing was in my favour.

I landed in Makassar at 10pm (local time) and that was the occasion where I met Amber (my future room mate) for the first time. She came along from China with Juliana, who would eventually spend some time with us too. I cried that first night. By that time I had already called my mom bemoaning and telling her I was not capable of doing what I had set for myself. 
I also met Sike that night. I was supposed to stay with her just for that one night. On our first night, I remember putting my feet up on a wall where she had a mundi map, and the three of us spent about an hour together setting expectations, talking about our dreams and getting to know each other. 
The next morning I didn't want to leave. It was a whole lot of trouble, but I stayed. 

The first meal I had there was some kind of rice, with a stock, and pork (both sweet and savoury). I absolutely hated it - haha
Of course eventually I found lots of food that I liked, otherwise I wouldn't have come back home with extra 8 kgs... My personal faves are perkedel jagung, perkedel kentang, java noodles, bali chicken and fried rice with pork!!

In the first morning, Sike played Lost Boy by Ruth B. and that song will forever make me think of Indonesia and that morning. I played it often while away from home.
Eventually I realised that Fransiske likes to listen to music in the morning or while in the shower, and by the time I left, Perfect by Ed Sheeran or You and I by Ingrid Michaelson where the elected.

terça-feira, 18 de julho de 2017




So far, Indonesia has been an adventure. More to come.
I cannot illustrate and even less begin to explain to you how life is in this place. What you see here for sure is an ice cream shop somewhere in a western, developed country. But the true is it isn't. This country is a place that makes me question everything. And I really mean everything. But I'll talk about that later. 
For now, I'll leave you with this cute little ice cream corner called KYOUCHII in Makassar. For a moment, you almost could forget you are in the middle of nowhere. 

terça-feira, 4 de julho de 2017

Before I Go


I'm leaving to Indonesia in less than a week. I will stay for a month and a half, on the other side of the world. In a new world. 
Before I go, I want to enjoy every second of it. I want to ride my bike at midnight, grab a cheeseburguer or surf the waves under a starry sky and a full moon, sit and have an honest talk. No pretending. And when I come back I want to do it all the same, no false starts, no second chances, all new, all over again. And I dare myself, not to stay the same, but still being me. 

quinta-feira, 1 de junho de 2017

As I am today

She likes to walk alone and she walks fast. She likes to run at dusk when it's chilly and preffers a soft drizzle of rain falling on her face while doing so. 
Mornings are her favourite part of the day and when she wakes up she likes to listen to music, but preferably after breakfast, while making her bed before leaving for college. 
She doubts her feelings and her likings somedays. Sometimes she feels very secure of herself. She's usually energetic but is becoming lazier as the time goes by. 
She usually takes a nap after lunch. Or before dinner.
Her favourite film is "Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain". Admires left handed people and likes to celebrate little milestones. 
Travelling excites her, but tires her so much too. 
Can't imagine a future without children of her own.
She's scared by the unkown and likes to be in control. She also hates surprises. Don't do it. But appreciates spontaneity nonetheless. 
Her favourite place is a park near home. 
She has cut her own hair twice. Once when she was a child, the other a week ago, at 21yo.
She owns a pink kanken which she adores. 
She has never left europe.
She also hasn't read a book for two years now, which makes her immensely sad.
She has began Tolstoy's "War and Peace" about 5 times and has never finished it.
Her favourite books are "Amor de Perdição" and "The Portrait of Dorian Gray".
Until this day, she's never liked peas, although she can bare them to a certain point. 

terça-feira, 30 de maio de 2017

People Who Inspire Me

While growing up I've met a few remarkable people. Which one was incredible and unique in their own way and I think that's beautiful. Naturally, some will always have more impact on you than others. Some you will connect with and some you won't. And that's just fine. 
Eventually I've realised that there are these two incredible people in my life. It happens them to be both ladies and both close to me, which makes me feel so dang special.  
Even though it took me some time to realise their full potential, since then I just knew they would do great in life. Doing whatever they would be doing, having no matter who by their side, and leading their lives no matter the place, the only constant in all of this is time: they'll always be the best at what they do.
Because they do it for love, they do it passionately, or they would not do it at all. They do it with enthusiasm and curiosity and they are never content. They also have their doubts and their mishaps. Still, they'll soon be back at their feet. 
All of this because one of that people is my sister, who is now in Prague attending a conference and let me just say I am the proudest sissy in the world. She's a young scientist leading scientific studies and researches on sexuality, she is now a published author (whoop whoop!) and I love her. I love you I.! 
pics from two weeks ago when she came to visit 

quarta-feira, 10 de maio de 2017

I love him deeply, I love him slowly, I love him surely

I remember back in the day when we started dating how I didn't feel the spark. I guess I never do at the beginning and you were no exception. I also remember coming home from a drink with you and saying to my sister "you know what?" and she answered without me adding anything else "yes, I do. You're thinking you don't love him". She was right. 
I guess the way we experience emotions is very particular and very personal. I also think that we didn't feel the same way when it all began. I am still not sure we do, although I am positive we love each other deeply. I am sure of my feelings and I do not question yours. It is just the way we experience things that varies. 

When I was younger (not that I've experienced much since then) I used to avoid registering things related to love in particular, but with any emotion in general. My memory has always been quite good and I did not need help to remember my past, assuming there were things I did not want to come across in the future. If you think about it, I am a junkie for photography and so far, one year later, we only have one picture of the both of us, taken with an i-Pod that happens to be yours, not even mine. Still, I have kept that photograph dearly. 

I guess there is only one thing I really can't forget, not because I want to, but because it had quite an impact on me. And I do realise there are things that you could have done which could have hurt me more, or just the same. It was this one time, not that long ago, when we met and you said you hadn't come because you've missed me, but simply because you've commited. So there we were, after 2 or 3 weeks of not seeing each other.
Do not feel bad, you still are the best part in this relationship of ours. I have never said such thing, but I have had my part of blunders and I do admit I am far from being perfect, only being sorry and thankful for all the times you have to put up with a flawed me. 

Still, I have to say, it took me a while to acknowledge this, but I remember the exact moment I thought I might like you, I mean, really like you. :)) Slowly, but surely I realised I do love you.  
I can never say enough or expound all the reasons why I do. There are the big things and the little things. I love the way you talk with your hands and pretty much the way your hands move in general, I love that when you smile your dimples show up and it lights up my day. Also, the way you walk, which is very peculiar and very yours. 
I love that you are smart and resourceful, that you seek the whys and wherefores, that you never settle until it makes sense to you. I also like that you are aware of these as qualities of yours.
Also, I appreciate your values, your education, your comprehension and your patience. I am thankful for your love, your concerns and your doubts.
Your silly jokes make my day. The texts you send me when I am asleep or a random call in the middle of the day, your gum packages and cd collections that I am dedicated to contribute to. All things I adore. 
You are the most complete person I know, and therefore my favourite too. I also like your kisses, they are my favourite too :)

Sometimes I lack in words, other times I don't and it ends up with me pointing out all of this. With the years passing by I got wiser and also tougher. I've changed and today I appreciate writing a bit of what I feel and am up to. This is me today, and it makes me so happy that I want to be able to come back to this kind of feeling, no matter what the future holds, or life leads me to. 



quarta-feira, 26 de abril de 2017

Chances are:


Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever be back to some countries, or cities, or just places. My absolute favourite trips where Amesterdam (2014); Brussels (2014) and Koln (2015). They do not coincide with my favourite destinations and/or cities (except for amsterdam), nor with my favourite architecture, gastronomy, art, lanscapes, and so on and so on.

At the end of the day I sure know what I enjoyed and what I did not like as much, but if I was to count all the pros and cons, the answers wouldn't always coincide with which my all time favourite trips really are. And life is like any other trip. By the end of it, is the feeling that counts, even if the result isn't reasonably justified by the rules of logic.

Just as the old saying goes, it is mind versus heart. But the important is to keep them both open :))

...to be continued

sábado, 25 de fevereiro de 2017

21

Last week was all about me turning 21 and me turning 21. Only once, obviously, but since last year I've extended my birthday celebrations for about a week.
This year was a little bit different from any other because I spent my birthday in London with just my sister. I must admit it felt a bit lonely to be the birthday girl in a foreing country without the ones I love most and who are always there to celebrate these milestones with me. Mom, just so you know, you were missed (and also remembered quite a few times during the day). 
All in all it was a good birthday and I had the chance to celebrate with a few of my best friends back in town and with a propper cake, full of candles to blow, once I was back. 
So, as you may imagine I have a few photos of my birthday but not really birthday themed, since we were a bit more focused on touristing rather than eat cake or blow candles.  
We went just for the weekend and I really dind't want to come back tired since I had classes on Monday (which I still skipped because I really needed to sleep) so we tried not to hurry or be in a rush and just wander and see a few places, but aware that we wouldn't have time to check everything on our wishlist. So, now we have an excuse to come back - as if we needed one;).
Down below I'll let a few pictures from the weekend. Hope you enjoy them and your weekend!