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I always had a word ready for my friends but when are you, talking to me from your age... I feel so inexperienced and unable to say anything to make you feel better, I’m telling you the stories from my family, my parents in Portugal, my little sister crashing her car and I love how surprised you look at me “She drives already?!” , little but not so little - I say - she’s 21 this year. I feel like time stops looking at you in this bed, unable to breathe properly, fatiguing so much to spill word after word. Smell like death and hospital around us, but you manage to keep a decent aspect being the same person I’d spend afternoons with smoking cigarettes and drinking Italian wine. You still joke about things; when the nurse asks you if she can measure your blood pressure you go “What would you not do for a lady” in your clean and perfect Italian. I always appreciate talking to you, hearing about your stories at the casino, about your beloved sword, about the martial arts. I appreciate you,...

E' veramente difficile quando cominci un nuovo lavoro ed hai 26 anni e sai che non sará il lavoro della tua vita, ma a questo punto della situazione devi solo cercare di andare d'accordo con tutti e fare in maniera tale che ti accettino per la persona che sei... E fidatevi fare ció in un posto dove sei l'unica persona che parla l'Italiano e tutti quanti parlano inglese non é per niente un'impresa facile. Ma, perché c'é un ma in tutta la situazione... se continui imperterrita ad essere te stessa prima o poi le cose vanno bene, cominciano ad andare per il verso giusto. Questo é quello che sto realizzando in queste settimane, che il mio lavoro mi piace, i miei colleghi sono amichevoli e sto cominciando a conoscerli tutti e farmi apprezzare per la persona che sono. Quando una persona mette le mani nella tua borsa per una gomma da masticare o per un accendino senza neanche chiederti il permesso non lo prendo come un atto di disrispetto, ma come finalmente un accett...

Here I am on the weekend before my return to school. It's Saturday night, I'm really lost doing my stuff at home. Lately, this is my routine and I do not get tired at all it rather, I have to admit, makes me quite happy and quiet. I came back from New York a few days ago and I must say that I recharged my the batteries there! I needed to see that city, every time I just feel home there, I feel I always have things to see and lots of things to experience, I feel I mustn't look too much for the best places because I know them. I feel like I know that city better than my dear London (or perhaps is what I like to believe in, just to feel a little closer to it). Although, that city always has something for everyone; brings love, takes it away, proves it and makes it known in its strangest forms. I went to Washington square park, where artistic people spend their afternoons... It's the city of the possibilities, it is the city of the jazz bars, the...

This summer was the best I’ve definitely ever had since I moved to London. Weather has been warm the whole time, I can’t even describe the feeling! Wanting to stay out, meeting up with friends, feeling like is never time to go home (however you really know it is the time), going for runs at the nearest park at sunset. People says that was the best summer ever...full stop! Now, apparently August is sweeping everything away with it, but also bearing time for vacation for me, in fact in about a week I'm finally leaving ! But this is another post :) ! ...During the summer I’ve come across Murakami’s book Norwegian woods. He was already known to me, I remember last year in Sydney I bought a copy for a friend of mine that was turning 40. I loved the idea of buying to her a really beautiful and well written book and doing my research I "met" Murakami. Since then I’ve always wanted to read that book and finally a few weeks back I was with my boyfriend in central London, ...

Good evening, almost a week has gone after the last post and during this time I came up with a different sort of conclusion. I remember that some time ago someone told: “You’ll be able to make a special bond with people from 16 to 24 years old - after that, you will see that it will get harder to establish a durable connection with people.” How true is that? I’m myself, in the situation where like I’m surrounded by many new people, but is so incredibly hard to get them to know me or even to get them to know me. And plus if you do get to know them, seems like there’s nothing interesting to look for in some of them. The other day I was talking to a friend of many, a really close one, she told me that we should never lose the ability to be curious and that is what takes a step further; was probably something I knew already, but how good it is when someone tells you in their own words? When you see that isn’t just something cloudy being pictured sometimes in your mind, but that curiosity ...

Guess what? My flight is an hour delayed, whilst I started to think about all the possibilities I have to get home at a decent time I thought I could dedicate some time to my blog! With great surprise is a pleasure to be able to sit here, in the airport departure hall with a little bit of time for me to think about the past days. On Friday, my father drove me to Serravalle where took a train to come and visit my boyfriend towards the South of Italy. It is incredible how life here is always beautiful! They say is boring as fuck, because from their side there’s nothing to do, but I think is just great. I totally mean it! Friends gather together at the bar, probably just smoking cigarettes and gulping beers! But they are together, talking, exchanging stories, updating each other on their own life. People down here are so warm, there’s a genuine interest towards the individuals around you. Every time I come back is a feast! Makes my heart so full! It is such a great feeling to be su...

Every time is the same odd feeling. I remember when I was a teenager was super easy to keep up with a blog, however, nothing really exciting was happening in my life! Now, with all the beauty and stuff actually going on I'm so struggling to even post a few words twice a week. I've decided to go through my blog once again. The last post I've read is from my trip to Bali. I was reading a few of them: ...getting lost in ricefield, Ubud's monkey forest... I'd love to be back there and live again those moments. Eating banana's pancakes and drinking piña coladas ...I'm trying to stay focus and live the present moment, although taking a walk down memory lane seems a very appealing thing. Before leaving Australia a person that I might consider a friend gave me an incredible book " The Power Of Now " by Eckhart Tolle. That book walked me till the end of my journey home. It blew my mind, teaching me how to see the world and live situations in ways that oth...

With August coming to an end, Australian winter is following, coming soon to an end; it wasn't actually as I imagine, I've thought Australia was never getting any cold, but I was wrong as most of the things. 😂 It doesn't get cold, but like for example t he weather has been great and the only thing I had to complain for were the cold winds coming from the Ocean which were incredibly strong and intense. I'd say that Australia  winter ❄️ reminds a little bit of English summer, just sunnier. 🤤 No longer ago I've turned 26 and for my bday, we organised a little trip to the Royal National Park, just a hour south from Sydney the park is gorgeous, full of nature, such a nice break from the city. And the weather played a wonderful role in it. (that's why a was so keen to talk about it at the beginning of the post). It felt so good to drive through the roads of the Royal National Park which impeccably gorgeous and well kept.  We stayed in this little vil...

I remember before the advent of an accessible internet for all, how easy it was just to write any thought black on the white and post it on the MSN blog. How fun it was to spend hours and hours looking for animated glitter [silly] gifs, how much I wanted my blog to show myself as a person I really was not. How much I was literally dying to have that punk, gothic, emo style, because it did a lot "difference" to be and feel different. How little I did care about who read it and when. And when casually, through that blog, you virtually met people, that you start calling friends, whom you still have, but you will probably never see. Right now? How complicated it is to get back in the game after 10 years and start to say something beautiful and publish it for the sake of leaving a legacy, having something written and just simply making a point in the world in such a way you never have to turn your back on what you say and write. Many years have passed, but the person you were...

When do you finally realise when you reach a good peak of happiness? There are many things. When you look at yourself backwards and you ask to that person what (thanks God ) happened to her that has changed. The answer its easy. People are receiving weird treating that sometimes they think don't deserve. They ask what they have done to be treated like that. I love people. I've always been in love with. I can't think to be bad with someone even though sometimes I could have my reason, but I've just chosen to be like that and I feel it. I believe that "what goes around comes around" so if you do good you will receive. I've always felt like letting new people coming into my life would be try to change some others who have been. I understood that I can keep people in my life as the way they are, for what they are important for me, still keep going with the life. I was at work yesterday and I've asked to two of my customers what they were celebrating...