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Just Nonsenses…

Tá sei que não venho aqui tem um tempão… Ultimamente tenho andado sem inspiração.. Mas quem sabe uma mudança de hemisfério ajude. Vou ter que aprender a localizar a estrela polar, já que não verei o cruzeiro do sul com frequência. Mas enfim, aos que ficam, boa sorte. À mim, sorte em dobro.

Ah! Twitter! Estou agora stalkando famosos no twitter. No momento, “Weird” Al Yankovic tá ameaçando se vingar de Shamu no Sea World, Mark Hoppus tá correndo com Travis Barker e corre risco de vomitar. Ashton Kutcher tá no Texas. Twitter é divertido! ^^ quem tiver interesse de me stalkar: http://twitter.com/julesriccio

Acho que não tenho mais nada a dizer… qualquer coisa, volto depois.

Ahh! Eu preciso de fotos do Brasil! Qualquer uma de paisagens que tiver com boa qualidade. Quem tiver interesse em me ajudar, por favor não hesitem.

Cartas…

Eu odeio esse sentimento irracional de nostalgia que às vezes nos tortura. Mas, dessa vez, acho que a nostalgia tá certa de aparecer. Ela está chegando um pouco mais cedo do que ela era esperada, mas pelo menos ela era esperada. Se mudar de cidade é difícil, principalmente quando essa cidade fica em outro país e tem uma diferença horária de 4 horas. As coisas que deixo por aqui são muitas, mas sinto que meu aprendizado por aqui, se encerra. Aos que ficam, desejo muitas coisas boas. Por isso decidi escrever uma carta (ou seria e-mail) a cada um dos meus amigos mais próximos. Já escrevi duas. Mas só vou envia-las quando estiver mais perto de ir. Portanto, esperem…

Life and Happiness

Isn’t it weird? Just stopping to look at life? Like truly analyze it? I guess that when you stay too long without doing nothing, you begin to lose track of dates, track of time, track of yourself. I think that’s when you start questioning life. I don’t mean in a bad way, but in some way, you do. The real question would be, what can we expect from life? Or maybe what do we want from it? I don’t know, really. I know that, like all people, I want something. I’m just not sure what that something is. It could be happiness, but that lead us to whole other questions like what is happiness? We can’t touch it, we can’t smell it, we can’t hear it, we can’t taste it and we can’t see it. So how do we know what it is? Or if it’s here or not? How do we know if it’s real? There’s so many people that are judged as being happy. But deep inside, they are not. They are just living, crying in their insides. There’s so many people judged as being unhappy. But maybe they are the ones that are happy after all. I guess it’s something to do with your mood and the way you see life as a whole. So, I can’t say if I’m happy or unhappy, but there’s one thing I’m certain of: I’m living a life.

Romances…

I always thought I wanted to write a romance novel. Well, I guess I still do. It’s just that I realized (ok, who am I kidding? I knew the whole time) that romances are always the same. Girl meets boy, girl falls for boy, boy falls for girl, something or someone stands in their way, they fight it and live happily ever after in the end. Or until the next book, for that matter. Don’t get me wrong, even with the whole cliché thing, I still love them and read them like crazy when I get my hands on one, but how can I possibly write a book without feeling like if I’m just copying out from somewhere else? That’s why I can’t seem to finish up a novel. Or not. Maybe I was meant to write short texts only. But that’s just another story…

Future

To feel that everyone but you has grown up is weird. I look around me and all my dear friends got jobs or boyfriends or anything that makes me see how older they’ve became. I’m the only one that is still stuck in a girl’s body even though my mind has been telling me it’s time to leave somethings behind. And that’s what I started to do. I’m not sure what I’m leaving behind yet but I have this feeling it has something to do with my imagination and dreams. And that, I’m afraid I won’t be able to leave behind not even in a hundred years. So I felt I needed to leave behind other things instead. Like seeing life as teenager and being immature. I feel like I’ve grown in my own special, disturbing way since that. It’s not easy, but I’m dealing with it as I can. My perspective of things changed and now I’ll just stick to my hopes and dreams to fulfill my goal.

A Dream Within A Dream

What is real?
I’m lost in the middle of dreams and reality.
Suddenly everything feels miles away from me, like if it all is a dream.
Am I the only thing that’s real? Or am I just part of my own dream?
I’m feeling stuck inside a dimension that nothing is real.
A dimension where everything is as real as a dream.
Are we all dreaming? Or are we all living a dream?
Is this real?
I’m not sure of anything.
All I know is I am not real. Or not.

Homesick

4 days.
How is that so hard to handle?
Why am I counting each and every single second of it so desperately to go home?
Shouldn’t I been ceasing the moment with my family right now?
Then why do I cherish so much the thought of getting back home?
My sister is counting on me and still I’m homesick.
I need to get back home before I loose it.