sábado, 19 de dezembro de 2009

Now I'm worried

Tonight I decided to stay at home with my flatmate. She got a kind of operation to a foot today, a little thing, nothing to be worried and she also stays home.
So, the question is: why am I worried?
The next picture is kind of understandable :)







So, today "they" predicted the minimum of -11º C, but actually they got it wrong and we have now -14ºC. This is great to practice... what is this great for? I forgot.

So, we had a nice dinner cooked by her and the desert by me. So I made some "Natas do Céu", my first ones. In English it's called, Heavenly Cream, but actually I prefer to call it Cream from Heaven, I think it makes better justice to the portuguese name.

Here is the final result!








 PS - Actually, the final result was in our bellies but I could not take a picture of that! ;)

sexta-feira, 11 de dezembro de 2009

Sometimes, like this

Friday night, after a long week, I feel like this.
I didn't write here, but I made some actions to cut with the past. I started by shaving my hair. After this little step, even though I was told today it was not he best thing to do because of... many things.. it is done and there is no return, I slept better these last evenings. Maybe the hair was bothering my sleep or I have simply been feeling a somehow lighter.
But, tonight, tonight I feel like this. I feel like nothing and like something I cannot define. So, I decided to write, maybe while I'm writing, I find the answer. I think it has to do with the great world we live in, so crowded with people and at the same time, so empty, sometimes.
Friday night. In my normal world, I would meet my friends, I would leave home late because I would know no matter what time I would meet them, they would still be there. I would go very quickly because once I leave I can't wait to get there :) and once there, with them, we would drink, talk a lot, discuss life, cats, drinks, politics, rain, last year's rain, the end of the world in 2012 or even discuss why it is possible to feel like this sometimes.

So, I wrote before I would try to find the reason why I feel like this. And I found it meanwhile. But I guess I should not write about it.
It's just that I'm here.