Photos from Ireland and Scotland

Ireland:

Scotland:

How can I not be in love? 

Claudia.

Imagination

How to put it toghether and write something whole and cohesive?

Hum.

Claudia

Adaptation

'Do I have an original thought in my head? My bald head. Maybe if I were happier, my hair wouldn't be falling out. Life is short. I need to make the most of it. Today is the first day of the rest of my life. I'm a walking cliché. I really need to go to the doctor and have my leg checked. There's something wrong. A bump. The dentist called again. I'm way overdue. If I stop putting things off, I would be happier. All I do is sit on my fat ass. If my ass wasn't fat I would be happier. I wouldn't have to wear these shirts with the tails out all the time. Like that's fooling anyone. Fat ass. I should start jogging again. Five miles a day. Really do it this time. Maybe rock climbing. I need to turn my life around. What do I need to do? I need to fall in love. I need to have a girlfriend. I need to read more, improve myself. What if I learned Russian or something? Or took up an instrument? I could speak Chinese. I'd be the screenwriter who speaks Chinese and plays the oboe. That would be cool. I should get my hair cut short. Stop trying to fool myself and everyone else into thinking I have a full head of hair. How pathetic is that? Just be real. Confident. Isn't that what women are attracted to? Men don't have to be attractive. But that's not true. Especially these days. Almost as much pressure on men as there is on women these days. Why should I be made to feel I have to apologize for my existence? Maybe it's my brain chemistry. Maybe that's what's wrong with me. Bad chemistry. All my problems and anxiety can be reduced to a chemical imbalance or some kind of misfiring synapses. I need to get help for that. But I'll still be ugly though. Nothing's gonna change that. '

Charlie Kaufman, Adaptation

Claudia.

2:57 am

(...) And then, she walked down the stairs, barefoot, trying to evade the voices in her head. She willed herself not to feel guilty nor sad. Sighing, she closed her eyes for half a second and made up her mind. 

She put her shoes on while freeing her face from her hair. And she ran. She ran until the air air from her lungs was no more. Until the ache built up to a point she thought her chest would explode. She stopped watching a girl stepping out of  a carriage. Simply dressed. Neat and composed. She walked to her father, who was waiting across the street, kissed him on the cheek and toghether they went their way.

She closed her eyes chasing the memory away. She took three deep breaths. Lit a cigarette. Sat on the floor. 

She wished she had some alcohol with her. If it was going to be worse from now on, she could do with some merryness. Even if it was a deluded face of happiness given by liquor.

'What a hell of a night!', she thought. And, as certain as the moon in the sky, she knew what had to be done. Which egos she would break. Which oaths would be proven to be sincere. Smashing the rest of the cigarette on the floor she stood up. Took five studied steps, and walked down the street. (...)

Claudia.

Where the wild things are.

 

And now," cried Max, "let the wild rumpus start!" 

(Love the book. Love the movie.)

Claudia.

John Lennon

 

 

Não é incrível como basta uma pessoa para inspirar o mundo?

(Já agora aproveitem e vão saber mais sobre o Sr. Lennon aqui)

Claudia.

Busy, busy!

Caramba, uma pessoa chega a Lisboa, faz o que tem a fazer, volta ao Porto, nem vai a casa e já está a trabalhar outra vez. Ninguém merece!

Respira.

Ok. 

A noite já está a acabar, o que significa que daqui a duas horinhas e pouco já estou na minha cama.

Por agora, vou roubar um livro aqui ao Hostel para ler no autocarro, para depois começar os da Diana (até porque já está na alturinha de os devolver, coitada).

Um dia, escrevo sobre a minha tia. Já vos disse que a adoro? Pois é. Um dia conto porquê (até parece que é porque ela à noite veste a capa e máscara e anda a salvar o mundo. Nada disso, mas hei! Foi com ela que eu fui pela primeira vez à depilação. Pois, se calhar esta não é a informação que interessa. Mas não deixa de ser importante!)

Por agora vou acabar de ver a biografia do Michael J. Fox (já vos disse que tenho mesmo pena que exista uma doença como o Parkinson - e todas as outras doenças que nos vão matando também, claro [como diria a Filipa: viver mata]?).

(Wow, que pontuação estranha que usei ali! É da hora, de certeza)

Claudia.

Lisbon.

Vim a Lisboa matar saudades!
Mas daqui a nada volto (vim num pé e vou noutro).


Claudia.

Logorama

 

A Cidade das Marcas.

Vencedor do Oscar 2010 de Curta Animação.

(Sou mesmo culta)

Claudia.

5 de Outubro de 1910

"No dia 5 de Outubro de 1910 alguns militares da Marinha e do Exército iniciaram uma revolta, com o objectivo de derrubar a Monarquia. .
O reinado de D. Manuel II tentou apaziguar a vida do país sem sucesso. Foi um reinado fraco e inexperiente.
A chamada I República Portuguesa terminou em 1926, com o golpe de 28 de Maio, a que se seguiram muitos anos de ditadura.

Após o 5 de Outubro foi substituída a bandeira portuguesa. As cores verde e vermelho significam, respectivamente, a esperança e o sangue dos heróis. A esfera armilar simboliza os Descobrimentos, os sete castelos representam os primeiros castelos conquistados por D. Afonso Henriques, as cinco quinas significam os cinco reis mouros vencidos por este Rei e, finalmente, os cinco pontos em cada uma as cinco chagas de Cristo. O hino A Portuguesa , composto por Alfredo Keil tornou-se o hino nacional."

Para não esquecermos.

Claudia.