domingo, 28 de agosto de 2011

hard times...

My posts are starting to be weekly, but I'll try and change that ASAP!
My week was so so so so crazy that I barely had time to read and answer my personal emails (except those from my dearest boy, that I'll always find the time to read and answer...)
Hadn't even had time to take pictures... (other than with my cellphone...)
worked very hard going from one place to another (yes! I do live in the car... drove so much that my knees started to hurt a bit by the end of the week)
but I've had my share of fun... 
Went out a couple of nights for movies and dinner...
My best friend turned 30 (and it IS weird when I think about it lol)... 
Marina got married and we've partied with one of the best soundtracks ever...
And in the end I slept all Sunday for I was SO tired! 
Tomorrow, everything starts all over again...










sexta-feira, 19 de agosto de 2011

wanna take a pick?

my office!
Oh yeah... I do have a desk that I happen to see a couple of days a week... the other ones, I'm on the road... starting to have a huge love affair with the cars I ride...
had a long, stressful and busy week! But could smile 2 times when received emails from my dearest boy from France... I can't even describe how much I miss him and the time we used to spend together...



















terça-feira, 16 de agosto de 2011

Pastel de feira

There are street markets about everywhere in the world, but they're not quite alike the ones we have here...
such a magical place! Well, maybe B. is right and that's a vision that only us, who have lived abroad have of our country... and that sooner or later I'll start to rethink that all this is common, but for now, I can't help myself... 
"compra laranja, laranja, laranja, dotô!"







domingo, 14 de agosto de 2011

10 years later...
















How many times in your life and with how many people you can be truly, really, truly honest? And how do you think people would react to such honesty?

Well, my childhood friends and I, ten years ago, decided to make a box (it’s on of those teenage thinks that we always see in movies or think about and never really do, but, well, we did it!). So, we made this box, with letters to each other, where we were supposed to tell who we would be in ten years.

I don’t know if I ever believed it would work and we would actually open this box with some of us being so far (geographically), but well, less than a month late we’ve cracked our Pandora box open.

We were already so different, and since then, so many things have changed… If one thing, TRUTH came out of it… truth in all its ways, specially with the fact that, in spite our different paths and the fact that we don’t actually cry on each others shoulders, we are, in fact, GREAT friends (maybe the bests lol)… Great friends for what we’ve lived together, for all the time that we’ve known each other… and sometimes I wonder that, maybe, we don’t cry on each others shoulders because we don’t have to… we kind of always figure out what’s going on without much needing to be said.

It was not a chocolate box, it would’ve been easier to digest, but then again, just think, from how many people would you be willing to hear the hard truth, and laugh?

sexta-feira, 12 de agosto de 2011

look to the stars...

Don't you feel that, sometimes, you can have the world at your feet!


Sunny Friday... 
Week is finally over!! 
Wishing you all a great weekend! I'm of to "open the box" (will explain it latter)... 






terça-feira, 9 de agosto de 2011

not arriving...

What kind of music do you think it's being played?
I love to photograph concerts... I have almost as much fun as if I was just jumping up and down...
Well, actually it was just a night out with my best friends so, I did not have THE equipment, but I sure had a good time catching some fine moments of mon ami chéri on stage!
what do your best friends do? 


some soundtrack to go with the images.




domingo, 7 de agosto de 2011

home alone...

(well, actually, with Donna - puppy)
everyone's gone for 2 weeks!
I've lived alone for 6 years, but, somehow, being alone here seems weird...
I had a life that was different... and I had MY home... MY routine... My living alone routine... 
I'm accepting São Paulo as a home, maybe it'll help me to accept my parents house as my home...

Oh! found this version of this song I like very much and loved it...
hope you'll also enjoy!