She waved at all the people on the trains & later, when she saw they didn't wave back, she started singing songs to herself & went that way the whole day & she couldn't remember having a better time in her life. Story People.

Songs to Herself.

She waved at all the people on the trains & later, when she saw they didn't wave back, she started singing songs to herself & went that way the whole day & she couldn't remember having a better time in her life. Story People.

They call it love. I call it LOMO.

Há uns meses eu descobri um novo amor. Foi uma paixão assim, fulminante.
É a lomografia. Lomografia é um fenômeno fotográfico, produzido produzido por uma câmera automática, de alta sensibilidade, capaz de registrar cor e movimento sem necessidade de flash e sem deformação. O processo consiste no recebimento contínuo de luz que é feito através do sistema de exposição automático, que chega a durar 30 segundos. (Viaa Wiki)

A arte de fotografar com uma Lomo consiste em fotografar ao acaso, de forma imprevisível. A Lomografia não é uma fotografia encenada, produzida; é uma fotografia do cotidiano. É uma coisa apaixonante. Quando você vê a imagem ali. Ai ai ai.

Eu comprei uma Holga pra mim, e deve chegar aqui essa semana, e eu já estou mais do que anciosa pra ver as minhas próprias imagens, nas minhas mãos.

Enquanto eu não tenho as minhas lomos aqui você pode checar essas belezuras aquoi http://www.flickr.com/groups/e-lomography

Bye bye bye.

The wonders of salt water.

So, after a couple days all by myself, thinking, processing things, I woke up really early today, went for a walk at the beach with the doggies (yeah, I have salt doggs around the house now), came home, took a long shower, put the matress in the balcony, finished my book, took pictures. And finally things are clear in my head. Its like, I've been thinking for 3 days straight, and in 5 minutes things just pop clear in my head.

I know some things will have to stay the same for a while, other things I'll just have to accept and move on, I think I'm learning to let it go :O big shock. And others I'm changing right now.

I kinda cleared my head, trashed some stuff that was suposed to be gone, changed a few things. Got addicted to some bloggers (as you can read about one right below), musics, my pictures, fashion. Turned of the TV.

Things have changed. I even like my doodles now.

Been at my parents, in a more calm down city, even alone at home, its more confortable to think about life. A lot of the answers I got this weekend will NOT be welcome here. But its my turn now. My turn to be bold, break the chains. And, oh well, I guess I'll have to find a new job.

The economy, the internacional law and affairs, will be in a hold up now. I'll not drop out of school (of course, I just have 6 more months to go now), but I wont kill myself for it either.

So, visit my friend Juan, go take a look at his pretty pretty hair. Go look at my pictures http://www.flickr.com/photos/whystayin I promise I'll get better, I'm working on it. Go read a book. Take a swim at the ocean. Go look at cool/hyper people at http://lookbook.nu/ . Go do something.

As for me, I'll take better care of me, my blog, my flickr. Life in general.

And we'll see what happens when I go back to Recife, I hope my mind stays in the same track.

"The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because it's only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die."

Guess Whaaat

Guess who is coming hoooome this week! YEAH YEAH YEAH!

Hyper time.

Well, i just felt like sharing today.
I'm a big fan of this boy [ http://mrjuancocco.blogspot.com ] right here.
Its not like, OH MY GOD. He is a cutie, nobody can argue about that. And, oh girl, he does have a style.
I always look at his blog and I always like. When he wrights in spanish I try to use my skills (okay, lets pretend), and when I cant understand anything, I use my humam spanish dictionary.
Well, I may be sounding like a weird fan, but I am weird.
But you know when you look at someone and you feel a good thing coming around you? Like his soul is so beautifull, and it emanates a good thing. You can see he is not trying too hard to be someone.
Okay, now it's oficially weird.
I just like him, for his style, his words, oh, have i mention the hair? I really like his hair. His happiness.
One day I'll be cruisin' around Madri having fun, and I'll see him, with his encridible smile on, and I'll smile, and be a little happier.
Don't worry, IF i actually see you, I wont be jumping around, taking pictures and smelling your hair. I am more shy in person, and normal too.


I better go to bed now.

Eu nunca fui fã de chuva. Deve ser algum trauma de infância. Tenho certeza que alguma chuva nas montanhas de Minas Gerais, mais uma tempe