mai crescut putin!

out for a walk

A distância é dificil, mas não é ausência. Algumas vezes é mais complicado, mas a maior parte do tempo passa com planos, sonhos e lembranças gostosas.

Recebo carinhos, de supresa, recebo boa noite na hora de dormir. O cuidado é maior, lembrança constante: estou pensando em você. As palavras se esticam, quase sem vergonha, para chegar um pouco mais perto. E o que as mãos não tocam, a alma afaga.

The Mayor of London, Boris Johnson, has decreed that Westminster bridge will be closed in the early afternoon on sunny days.

This is because a strange phenomenon happens when sunlight passes through the balustrade of the bridge forming a small army of….. well…… see for yourself!

http://www.postimage.org/image.php?v=PqCv0AJ

[thanks to Noseycow for this one]

Over the last week or so, I’ve found the most interesting little fragments in boxes.  This one, obviously is missing it’s upper half (the paper was torn out and free wandering).  It comes in on the middle of something, and that makes it all the more perfect for me.

Me: No.  What is this crazy notion you have about me being madly in love with you?

Him: Not everyone goes to Paris.

Me: I think I would know by now if I was in love with you, but it’s only been two weeks.

Him: So.  Fall in love with me.

Me: Not everyone goes to Mexico.

Him: That’s right.

Me: And how do you feel about me?

Him: I guess you’ll never know.

Me: Why not?

Him: Because.

Me: Because, what?

Him: Just: because.

We hugged our goodbyes, and I leave for Paris tomorrow.  My gorgeous six-foot-four-tall-blonde-boy-with-the-blue-eyes who is all of 19.  He’s going to help build houses or something. I’ve already a mad plan to send him postcards unsigned from various destinations in my travels.  And when I close my eyes, I see that golden hair that becomes un-tucked from behind his right ear as he thrusts above me.  His hair has to be my most cherished part of him, his eyes a close second, and that luminous baby skin of his.  He resembles my favorite poet: Rupert Brooke.

We spent the whole of today in my bed. Talking. Kissing. Talking. Sex. Sip of water. Bite of strawberry. Repeat over countless hours.

Minggu ini, minggu pertama kembali kerja setelah libur yang panjang. Cuti prajabatan, lebaran dan cuti pernikahan.

Cuti prajabatan tiga minggu full, selama bulan puasa, otomatis bulan puasa banyak dihabiskan di masa karantina prajabatan. Maklum bulan puasa, tiap hari kurang tidur, kurang energi krn puasa, tiap tiap menerima materi seringnya tanpa sadar sudah bermimpi, pernah bermimpi minum teh dingin, aiih saat bangun pun sptnya sudah segar kembali. Namun ditunggu tunggu lagi mimpi itu tak kunjung datang lagi…

Cuti lebaran selama seminggu, seperti kejar setoran, menggila tidur terus dan berpuasa sambil sedikit2 mempersiapkan pesta pernikahan. Iyaah tau, utk seseorang yg mau menikah memang keterlaluan untuk tidak mau tahu semua rangkaian dan rencana hari H nya, bahkan tidak pernah cawe-cawe, cuma duduk manis, tidur, duduk manis, no henpon, no sunshines, hanya tidur makan tidur *dipingit*…oke let’s hate me! I deserve it!

Cuti nikah selama satu minggu, aaaaarggh!! Lelah ga ada habisnya! Iya tau lebih manisnya mungkin mengucapkan “alhamdulillah semua berjalan dengan lancar” …tapi kelelahan yang mendera dera semenjak prajabatan yg tak kunjung hilang seolah bertambah tak pernah berkurang. Acara pernikahan yg didandani marathon dengan segala macam ornamen seberat berton ton di kepala yang setia menemani saat harus berdiri berjam-jam menerima tamu dengan satu macam senyum “sekali lagi” si mas fotografer…belum lagi soal perasaan dan pikiran, ah nyaris saja pingsan kalau kalau tidak segera dibawa kabur….namun sama saja, penderitaan tidak berakhir begitu saja, siksaan make up tebal, senyum satu macam dan high heels masih terus mendera sampai hari terakhir cuti…

Total cuti memang 5 minggu! Namun, seingatnya gak pernah deh secapek ini dalam hidup.. Jadi masuk kerja mengantuks, o please don’t blame me… *aaarggghh….could I have a real dayoff pls?*

Sonhos. Enormes. Na maioria das vezes, me faltam. Mas hoje, transbordam.

Querer. Muito. Muito mais do que aquela roupa, ou mesmo a festa do fim de semana. Querer muito que algo se realize.

Medo. Medo de não conseguir, de não ser como eu imaginava, de eu não ser capaz do que imaginava ser. Medo. Enorme. Descrença. Não acreditar, se consolar já de antemão, prender-se a planos B.

Esperança. O que volta a fazer a gente sonhar com isso todos os dias. Antes, obviamente, que o tombo se concretize. Tenho receio de já ter desejado tanto outras coisas, ter tido outros sonhos que, quando me foram concedidos, simplesmente perderam a graça. Não quero ser mal agradecido, de que amanhã vou desgostar e não vou querer mais e isso vai se voltar contra mim, como um karma. Porque dessa vez não vai acontecer.

Não, não. Esse é de verdade. Esse eu quero mesmo. Ia mudar tudo. E não sei perder, como bem já disse aqui. Vai ser horrível.

• The last goodnight – Return to me – You lift me up/Just to let me down…

• Lenka – Trouble is a friend – You’re fine for a while/But you start/To lose control

• Yeah Yeah Yeahs – Runaway – No sense of time…

• Polaroid – So damn beautiful – You’ll see me rise again /You will feel me fly again

• Rooney – When did your heart go missing? – Call the investigator, the heart investigator

• Placebo – The never-ending why – The sound of silence grows…

• Zero – Sunny days – I’m singing the same sad song/That remindes me of you

• Sugarcult – Crashing down – I’ve got nothing that I hide except for what’s inside…

• Our lady peace – Right behind you – Conversation disappears/You realize they’re not your friends

• OneRepublic – Dreaming out loud – Well hello sir, we look for Monday…

Lavras, 19 de fevereiro de 2003

Guiguiii

Quanto àquele assunto, não precisa ficar assim não! tá certo que eu fiquei chocada quando você falou porque eu nunca imaginava que fosse isso né? Mas nem por isso eu vou deixar de ser sua amiga. Tá doido? Acho que nós somos muito, muito amigos. Te vejo como se fosse da família, e, no fundo, é mesmo.

Quero que você saiba que você é muito importante para mim, te adoro muito. Só não quero que você confunda as coisas, porque isso não dá certo nunca! E não precisa ficar com vergonha porque é uma coisa muito normal de acontecer.

É importante entender a transitoriedade das coisas. De nada adianta eu saber que é assim. Você saber que é assim. Todo mundo saber que é assim. A felicidade está dentro de você.

Tô torcendo pra você achar alguém legal logo porque você tá muito carente!

Conte comigo sempre, tá?

Beijinhos, Lídia.

Brasília, 15 de junho de 2009

Guigui!

Finalmente arranjei um tempinho pra mandar as notícias… e você nada, né?

A última vez que te vi faz muito tempo! Dá um aperto tão grande não saber quando vou te ver de novo… Nossa, é tão ruim! Mas eu tenho muita esperança que seja em breve. Well, de lá pra cá, como você sabe, muita coisa rolou.

Brasília é uma cidade esquisita, mas é uma cidade legal. Tem gente de todos os cantos, nem o sotaque é definido. É meio nordestino, sei lá. Tem muita gente do Nordeste aqui, nú! O povo também é mais frio, sabe? Aprender a andar aqui é totalmente diferente. Mas agora a gente já tá pegando a manha. O bom é que é tudo reto! Ainda não vi o calor que eles dizem que faz, mas já tem um tempinho que não chove. Brasília é muito bonita, eu achei. O Pontão é mesmo uma delícia, Jota!

E o menino do blog? Um passarinho me contou. Eu não disse que Budapeste era amarela?

Saudades de você. Você quem conversa comigo de madrugada. Você quem me conta suas experiências para que eu abra os olhos. Você que vai e vem, mas sempre está aqui.

Com amor, Lídia.

Brasília, 9 de setembro de 2009

Guigui,

Suas palavras são sempre as minhas. E suas palavras sempre me dizem tudo. Queria estar aí para te dar o maior dos abraços. Porque na vida se vão Aidans, Mr. Bigs, Jesses e Logans. Mas eu estou e estarei sempre aqui.

Ávida por dias melhores para você,

Lídia.

So the weather has been so amazing lately! I’ve been wearing my summer clothes I havnt been able to wear for a very long time. Plus, which is a big plus, I got my shoes from UO today in the mail! I loveee them!

This past weekend has been a very relaxing one. I went to sushi with one of my good friends and hung out at my house for the night, and on saturday I hung out with my family.

My mom and I watched Funny Face with Audrey Hepburn & Valentino: The Last Emperor. Such great movies, both of them! I myself am a HUGE Audrey Hepburn Fan. I’ve loved her movies ever since I was a lil youngin’ ha and Funny Face is definitely in my top 3 of movies.

Valentino: The Last Emperor, Is a documentary on Valentino and on how the works of getting prepared for a season fashion show. It was AMAZING! I am also a huge Valentino fan, his creations are one of a kind and beautifully made. It got me in tune with how being a designer is really hard work from the little things you think don’t matter are huge, something small can make the piece what it is. In the movie you also see the hardwork through out all the years, with it’s ups and downs. I give it 5 stars. You MUST rent it when you get a chance, I’m telling you!

’till then,

Your fashion friend

you know when spring has arrived in sydney when the ber months start, cold gloomy days have turned to nice warm sunny days which makes you want to walk about. flower beds are blooming, naked tree trunks suddenly green with fresh leaves and as cliche as this sounds, birds chirping. i love spring (it’s not too hot and not too cold) and if i had it my way, it would be spring all year. i find people tend to be more pleasant even in their worst days and i just love all the colours that come alive during this time of the year.

In my house, as in every house, the activities are dependent upon the weather.

On sunny days, I know the monkeys will be riding bikes, at the park, in the stream, on the deck, doing whatever.

On a rainy day, I never know what they’ll come up with.

Sunny day.

Rainy day.

Hard to know which one to hope for. Both are awesome.

I need a 36 hour day today, there is so much to get done before I can lie down and sleep again today – but there is already so much done as well that I want to tell you about.

Firstly, here’s my letter *O*

*O*

This is just my letter in the knitted poem project – the outcasts will be holding a knit together and we will be stitching some words as a part poem teaser. I am also knit support, along with my knitty friends kurlyknits and melarno and we each have 39 knitters to look after each. I spent all last week emailing them all and found myself caught up in conversations with people I would never have met and in some instances there were strange co-incidences even though we were miles and even continents apart. So that proves that knitting is the World’s first language ; )

In between catching up with work and life generally, Bama has started to carry her knitting around with her everywhere – she has even opened a Ravelry account (the road to hell), inspired by her friend RosieBug. It has proved much hilarity on our walks/picnics.

going crazy

Tomorrow, the kids and I are going up North to take some photos – on the train to Penrith, then picked up in the Land Rover and off to the farm to photograph a new campsite resplendent with Shepherd’s Huts, tree climbing, fire pits and lots of sheep/ cattle/dogs/chickens/donkeys. Last time I went, I returned via the train with a huge bag of fleece. I was making anarchy mitts on the last trip and this time I am sorting out my snowflake catchers (no pictures yet ~ sorry).

I might even start a new challenge ~ the lovely allycoll was a winner on my last blog giveaway and she was really lovely and sent me this crochet (yes, gulp crochet!) pattern. She has 12 designs available on Ravelry right here. My granny taught me to crochet, I’ve never read or followed a pattern but lovely Ally has said she will be my hooker friend.

I need more hours in the day but before I go, I wanted to show you a picture of someone knitting on the beach in Portugal ~ it was a mere 40 deg celsius, I could barely focus and she had her knitting out, it’s the lady on the far right of the photo under the blue and white umbrella. It is a rubbish photo as I was trying to be discreet with my phone! She was knitting continental style with the running yarn around her neck – it just made me sweaty thinking of it… only poolside shade knitting for me….

beach knitter

Nu pot lasa ziua de azi sa treaca asa, fara sa o adaug in calendar. Un zodiac prafuit spunea ca august e luna in care ar fi trebuit sa ma nasc. Nu era nevoie, ma multumesc si cu ce am. Totusi, miezul asta de vara se numara printre momentele mele preferate. Si am lucrat/stat locului cam multa vreme vacanta asta. Planuim o evadare…

going to bike races in Fremont with your friends, having to deal with a bad bike rack, getting lost, getting 7th 12th place, and having other cars see this in front of them

Summer is getting home after your bike race and having this for dinner

Summer is having peanut butter and jelly along with chips as a midnight snack

Summer is… well these last two pictures speak for themselves

I woke up the the sound of gentle rain and rolling thunder this morning. David said, ‘this is your kind of day.’ ‘Yes, I love it!’ Now I dont enjoy gray days – day after day after day- but a nice cool rain between sunny days sooths the soul!

Muito antes de ser Poulain eu já tinha algo em comum com a Audrey Tautou. O aniversário. Muito antes de ser diva, nasci no mesmo dia que Whitney Houston. Muito antes de ser bonito, faço aniversário no mesmo diazinho do Eric Bana. Err… Os primeiros doze anos foram uma maravilha. Os doze últimos foram bem legais. Se os doze últimos fossem meia-boca os doze primeiros não seriam tão tão legais. E os doze vindouros não seriam tão temidos quanto a sua natureza. CHEERS! Com pimenta. Porque na minha época a Madonna era puta.

It is a whole bunch of goodbyes again. Every time I come home to Montreal I fall in love with my friends and the city and the lakes all over again and start to wonder whose crazy idea this is to keep saying goodbye. By the time I am old I will be hard and calloused around the heart from leaving people so often.

 Montreal has been rarely sunny this summer but for two glorious and sunny days I walked around the city, camera in hand remembering why this place is home. I looked up at buildings and down at feet. I watched people ride bikes and eat bagels and I saw way more pregnant women than is normal. It started to become a little game. Who will spot the next one?

I am bewildered as to why I counted over 30 pregnant women in 3 days. And all about 7-8 months along, looking just fetching in stretchy dresses that lovingly wrap the bump and flowing glowing hair. One theory that I am supporting is that there was a power cut one night back  around February 1st. Can anyone check that for me?

Montreal has its own flavour. It is a place where people drink a beer at midnight at a famous look out spot on top of the mountain where you think you could lean over and touch the dreamy night lights of the city. And if a cop car should come by while the beer is being sipped, the kind cops mildly suggest that the beer should be popped into a bag out of view. ( So I hear.) It is a place that is famous for its bare-all strip clubs but is also a hot house of strong and fascinating women. Writers, artists and chefs have all left their mark on this city with the famous mountain. Jazz, comedy and Francophonie all bring festivals right onto the street for free.

Montrealers are laid back and generally happy liberal people. They creatively dress from a mixture of second hand shops ( called Fripperies) and high end designers. They love their food and any tourist wondering these streets would quickly remark upon the number of restaurants and boutique bakeries. The girls are pretty, the architecture is interesting, the festivals are abundant and life here is sweet. Until the winter.  Then it turns into some awful frozen horror flick, complete with people fighting with icy sidewalks, falling down stairs, shoveling mountains of snow just to get out of the house, scraping cars and looking grim.

But I have had a summer’s time here in my favorite city and as I depart yet again I leave you with these Montreal moments.

This is a typical Montreal home in the Plateau neighbourhood.

A great coffee scenc, pregnant woman and all.

Those glorious Montreal Fairmount bagels.

And this is how they make them.

The famous Plateau Mont Royal.

I think you need a PHD to figure out the parking rules in Montreal.

Fixing the cobbled streets of Old Montreal.

And now off to London before we leap of the cliff and head to Africa.

Piesa asta am auzit-o atunci cand m-a rugat o persoana draga mie sa ii fac rost de ea. Nu o stiam! Am reusit sa o gasesc si cand am ascultat-o mi-am dat seama ca si mie imi place mult si mi-am mai dat seama ca PARCA o mai auzisem candva. In orice caz o pun aici pentru ca persoana care o indrageste foarte mult sa o poata asculta oricand si oriunde….. unde este internet macar!

Sempre gostei de cozinhar. Experimentar sabores diferentes. Agradar paladares, reunir as pessoas e ter meu lado gourmet. Lado gourmet esse que eu exercito para diferentes funções. Cozinho o que gosto e o que quero comer por mais que não seja exatamente o que as pessoas queriam ou esperavam.

Uma vez namorei um vegetariano. E na tentativa desesperada por fisgar a pessoa pela barriga comecei a fazer minhas melhores receitas e invenções, mas retirando a carne. Resultado: nunca saiam boas. A falta de um determinado ingrediente sempre traz um resultado diferente, muitas vezes para pior. As tentativas eram frustradas e nada me convencia. Não vale trocar tomilho por páprica, nem trocar o mascarpone do cheesecake por cream cheese. Ok, nesse caso até fica bom, mas falta o prazer inefável e provocativo que o ingrediente original trazia.

Fato é que tenho aprendido que muitas vezes na vida a gente precisa fazer adaptações. E na convivência, seja com amigos, pais ou namorado o que a gente precisa é aprender e agregar. Nunca é fácil. Nada é fácil. E no fundo o mais legal são as tentativas. Quem nunca deixou um bolo murchar? Ou mesmo deixou queimar a comida?

A base é sempre a mesma. Cada um tem suas características e isso é o que define. Mas no fim das contas, experimentar novos temperos pode ser arriscado, eu sei. Mas pode dar uma nova dimensão e visibilidade para seu menu.

E naturalidade para o seu suco de laranja de caixinha.

Most Wednesdays I head up to CNYMMA on Wednesdays but tonight I decided that I was going to get home and do some cleaning for this weekend. But then Julie texted me, asking me if I would be at the free track work-out. After getting some cleaning done between work and the work-out, I decided I could go.

Met up with Clea and the gang at the Ithaca High School track again. This time we were joined by lots of new faces, including half a dozen rugby fellas.

The work out was as follows:
AMRAP
10 KB swings 40# barbell
10 Burpees
200M run

For six minutes, then a two minute rest, then another six minutes.

I got three in the first six minutes and I was pretty proud of that one. I got the third set by sprinting in for the last set just under the wire.

During the last set, I lost all heart. Some part of me decided that I was not going to make three rounds and guess what, if you decide not to make three rounds, your body will believe you.

If we did this again, I’d love to haul ass and get in 4 and 3.

I got in two rounds and a few burpees before punking out on that second six minutes.

I like that two sets of sprints format for a metcon. Neat stuff.

I am going to go with Julie’s name for this metcon and call it Sunny Days.