twice as difficult

when we, A.T. and I did our "goodbye drink" in Antwerp we knew it'd be hard, we knew we had made ourselves go through something we could never control. we knew we'd laugh but cry at the sight of people leaving. we knew we'd have gifts to open but still be so surprised as we ripped the paper away... we knew it'd hurt but not that much...
what if we had to do it again? would it still have that effect?

i did... i said goodbye to the most important people to me in Antwerp again, twice... and twice as difficult.
four days of excitement filled with usual things, the jokes were ours and the gossip also. the looks, the quirks, the tastes, everything seemed just as normal as it was...
but the city was different. this time, it was my city, it was my home... Lisbon. i hope i showed them exactly how i live here, exactly what makes me ME here. i know there as still a thounsand things to show, a million things to see and so much more to say, but even knowing that there would be a second goodbye, we did it, we were together again and that is so much better than anything else. saying "see ya" twice was twice as hard but twice as special.

so, gorgeous girl, thank you, thank you for saying "i will miss you miss portugal" because that is what keeps me going.

last saturday in a'pen

now... this was the ultimate horrible last day, this was it... the last 24hours, the last moments of such a wonderful time. i didn't wake up with this feeling, of the last moment... i woke up with Rosie next to me smiling, and grabing my nose and talking her own language, and it was so nice to wake up to such a beautiful face, our girls' night sleepover was almost over, only a breakfast away.

breakfast at the REVISTA was the moment when i realized it, if i leave this place now and go home to catch a few hours of sleep, it would be the end, but i couldn't keep my eyes open and if i wanted my "goodbye drink" to go smoothly i had to turn off my mind, sleep and wake up again to enjoy this saturday.

it's hard to explain how i felt when i arrived at the CARGO BAR, because i knew i'd see a lot of people that would celebrate with us our new adventure, wish us their best and send us off to africa, but my goodness, i had no idea how many tears i had in me and how hard it would be to hug my friends and say "goodbye"
i know, you'll tell me "you'll see them again", or "we're in 2008, you have email, facebook and skype", or even "you can get on a plane anytime", which are all valid assumptions, only i hate flying so i don't think flying anytime i feel like will at all be possible, but still you're right. but sorry if i ask, what will i do when i wake up on sundays and need a "koffie verkeerd" or just a complete breakfast? what do i do on thursday evenings? who is going to call me on fridays? and how do you deal with a boring afternoon at work and a craving for great coffee?
who will save me from work, home, or even from A.T.?

funny thing is, i know i will manage it, i know by this time next year so much water will have run under the bridge, so many things will have happened, so many feelings and fears overcome, and those wonderful people who i take with me to Maputo will be ready anytime to hear me, to see me, to let me in their lives just as much as i will let them into mine. they gave me so much that i know i will always be grateful, i will always cherish them... i will always take them with me.

i left that goodbye drink with a very empty feeling inside me, as if i'd given away my tears, heart and soul, the empty feeling almost felt good in a way because i had given myself to everyone who said goodbye. i also felt my purse a bit more empty... a groupd of idiots stole my phone just before midnight... funny enough is that they stole it just before i left Belgium which basically means they made my number dissapear the moment i didn't need it anymore. i didn't get upset, i liked the coincidence about it... there was just one detail that made me a bit sad the next morning: they stole the phone with the coolest ring i ever had, the SEX AND THE CITY ringtone!

and so just like that... i left Antwerp.

last friday in a'pen

waking up knowing it's my last friday here was too much for me so i woke up A.T. and decided that maybe just today we could some of our rituals together just before we left. i got so used to having this really nice life independently from him i forgot how wonderful those moments we had together here were.
we rode our bikes to the center and looked at the GROBET window and analized every single camera for sale, the new and the used and especially the one he's like and the one i dream of. lunch at DANSING CHOCOLA couldn't have been skipped, with that juicy hamburger just like we remembered, we only skipped the coffee there because after three years the thing we know about CHOCOLA is that the coffee just basically sucks there!

normally on fridays we didn't see eachother, i'd leave for work leaving him sleeping and he'd only come back already saturday dawn while i was already in my 3 sleep, so having to say goodbye in the afternoon and say "tot morgen" wasn't strange at all.

he went his way to dinner, i went my way to my last sleepover-girls-night, which basically means there is no hour to go home, just a moment when you finally stop talking, stop laughing at SATC episodes and turn around to sleep (this part i know not much about because i don't think i slept... eventhough i heard i snored!), anyway... a wonderful friday to finish off this wonderful week.

last wednesday in a'pen

what can a wednesday spent between lunch with ex-coleagues, biking in the rain, drinking coffee after work hours at Pacificaciestraat and dinner out with A.T. and other friends have to do with a tipical wednesday?

just about everything.
and more... happy 5th anniversary to me and A.T.

(and happy birthday to A.T.'s nephew Fabio, who also turns 5 today!)

last tuesday in a'pen

...i'm starting to think there is no point to this "last day in a'pen" list, because not even today was a tipical tuesday here. i usually spend the afternoon of tuesday wishing it's wednesday so it feels like we're already in the middle of the week. usually it's an insignificant day of the week, because it's all about work and there was nothing ever on tv in a'pen on tuesdays.

so actually if i think about it was a very exciting tuesday this one, if only it wasn't so sad.
we gave, believe me i wanted to throw it in the river, our house keys to the next guy who's going to live there. he's an economy major with a too overdone british accent... and he would've never understood the calendar on the wall... A.T. and I felt it... we gave our house to a geek!

a few things were packed in a car and we moved into Luca's place with our last stuff. a few tears came falling down and we took our last fotos there... it's over.
it was over on this last tuesday of a'pen

SUB POST: eighth step to the future:
we moved out and a geek moved in

last monday in a'pen

so by no means this was a tipical monday, so in reality my last monday in A'pen was a very long time ago... nonetheless i felt it being the last time i'd say "it's monday" here.
i didn't have to go to work, so no monday-morning-blues
i had to pack everything, so no time to shop and drink coffees
i had to be alone in an empty cold appartment, so not exactly my great single-gal-night

i cried, and not because of the rain
i thought a lot, which proves it's not a tipical monday in antwerpen... but still the last.
all that we left in our sint. antoniusstraat 14/3rd floor app. were our clothes. after selling all our stuff the strengh of dealing with our clothes was just too overwhelming, so we're crashing at Luca's place waiting for night time, eating junk food (doesn't fat food feel so good when you're tired?) and remembering all sorts of ridiculous things.

not at all a normal monday

SUB POST: seventh step to the future:
selling all our stuff

last sunday in a'pen

i am not a believer in last moments, i like countdowns, i like anniversaries, or monthaversaries, i like birthdays and special moments. i hold on to memories far more than other people do because i believe that remembering always makes you understand better who you are.
but last moments, the idea you're doing something for the last time, makes me shiver. as if the thought of eating my last belgian frietjes wasn't enough, today i really felt it... this is my last week here, probably foerever... and i almost had to hold myself up thinking that today is sunday... i should repeat all my rituals this week, on the exact day i used to do them. by doing so i will be sure to remember them even more, and to understand exactly what makes me ME here in this city.

and with this i only had one thing to do after i regained my balance at 10a.m. on this beautiful sunday morning... breakfast with the REVISTA boys!
now, for those who lack information, the REVISTA BOYS aren't a band and i'm sure they are not aware i have breakfast with them... i just sit and watch what the boys that own the cafe REVISTA do. i'm never alone when i do this of course, my partner in this crime also enjoys it!
this ritual includes about a hour's worth of good gossip, strange how it comes to us best on sunday mornings! lots of stories and an amazing and detailed observation of whoever crosses our path.

of course we can't keep the breakfast mood for the whole day so we stroll down the streets to always find a cosy home maybe with a soup pot waiting to warm us (even though it's hot here) and keep the good conversation going.
this was only interrupted when i had to go back to my empty and creepy echooing appartment to sell some furniture, but notheless it was still sunday, so like many of those cold, rainy and unwelcoming sundays i cooked myself a single's dinner, got some individual ice cream and a few gummy bears, rented 2 movies and made myself "at home" on my couch... needless to say, the movies echoed all around me and even though it was just funny stay-at-home-mood-movies, every laugh sounded scary...

and just like that my last sunday in antwer'pen was over... and it felt so relaxing, sad for sure, but so familiar. will all the last days be like this?

because i survive on countdowns

there are only 8 days left for me to sit at REVISTA with a koffie verkeerd in my hand and enjoying 5 weeks worth of gossip!

start remembering, i'll start packing!

29.07.2005 - 29.07.2008

A.T. called me tonight telling me that being in Antwerp amongst all those boxes of clothes and books, of our life was killing him, he said "it was bound to happen, i still hadn't realized that we're actually doing this" as i listened to him i noticed that i had never realized that this must be as hard for him as it is for me. he's always so together, everything is always so well, give 'im a beer and he'll get through it.

but how can any of the two of us get through this "just like that" when today is the 3rd year anniversary of the day we started something new together? how can we get past this day and not shed a tear, or panic, or remember, or even just think about what we've already been through, or imagine what will be next?

i remember so many things. i remember that first night when we arrived when it rained like there wouldn't be a tomorrow, how the thunder roared, how dark it was. i remember sleeping that first night on the floor of our living room, realizing that the window was so big i thought i was sleeping outside, i remember waking up and opening my eyes and seeing that horrible fireplace and thinking i had to cover it one day (that's how the search ended when i found a great window to put in front of it), realizing we still had so much to do in that small appartment. i remember 8days of non stop labour of painting, scrubbing, putting furniture together, cleaning and finally sitting down in our couch, looking at our masterpiece "the calendar" and realizing both of us "this is our home now"
for 3 years we added on to that white canvas, it was a continuous work, but it was a work of love. to me i'm sure worked as herapy, i was upset a lot about the bad weather, the cold almost made me deaf, but that appartment kept me going. everything i bought or made for it, made me realize the best thing of moving is being able to put your personality in everything you do. i'm sure people walked in and saw me and him in those colors, on those walls, on small details such as chairs, flowers, kitchen utensils, objects, anything really. i'm sure we were both present in that "home" even if we were out.

it is a shame that the friends we have in Lisbon or Milan didn't get to see this part of "us". they didn't see us as we are now, they saw us either individually or together but in situations that helped us get to where we are now... and that is the reason why i know Antwerp will always be better. it isn't a competition, it's just a fact. we had the liberty of chosing any city in any country to live in, and together we choose Antwerp, and it had nothing to do with the health system, or the salaries, or of course the weather... it just was. and i'm sure any other city would have given us as much pleasure and happiness, but because of our choices, Antwerp is now our "special place, our home" and that will always be with us.
so, my loving A.T., that is why it couldn't have happened any other day than today. we couldn't have chosen another day if we wanted than this one.
the anniversary of the day we chose ANTWERPEN.

on my way to you

this is it. it's here... the first goodbye. i'll be back in 5 weeks and i'm sure so much will change until then... and here i am desperately holding on to so many things. i know there is still so much to do, so much to miss, and right now it is all so overwhelming.

i am trying very hard not to let go... but at the same time if i hold on to everything here i won't be able to open my arms again to... home.

antwerp, please wait for me, this isn't my final goodbye... it will never be.

tot ziens a'pen, tot 19 augustus!!!

5 days to lisbon

there have been a lot of countdowns lately in my life, you and the other girls have made it possible to always at the beginning of the day have a small countdown to our next big event.
it started with the weekend in Dublin, then with Celia's wedding, then with you moving back to Lisbon... then with Sofia's wedding... and even though this last one still will go on for another 15 days, in 4 days i will be going home.

i keep thinking this is ok. this is just the first step of a very long goodbye. but i can't help but be sad. everytime i have something planned these last days, it's the last time. i will be back in one month, but then it will only another 10 days for me stay here, and saying goodbye in a hurry isn't the way i'd preferred doing this.

i've got TO DO lists that keep growing because everyday i realize something else needs to be done, or written, or said or signed, or closed, or packed. and still i think i haven't done anything.

still to do:
- pick up University documents
- pick up Board of Architects documents (and pay my bill)
- Standard CV
- close the electricity account
- close the tv account
- close internet account
- close bank account
- sell furniture

these things take time and i feel that i still haven't got enough of it.

maybe i should just see this trip to lisbon, as what it really is for now, another holiday. greet says in order to not get sad "you're just going for a holiday like you always do... so this isn't goodbye... yet"
that's what it is... why be so sad now?
because cookie girl will be 7 months when i come back and she'll be able to sit up straight and maybe even put her feet on the floor and giggle so much more.
i'll be back... but now i've got bags to do, because in a way i know you're there with all the girls waiting for me and that means that i'll be sad for just a little bit.

catalog 2005-2008

i'm selling my stuff. it's going pretty well, i have most things sold, other things i've decided to just give away... others still need to make someone convinced that they need these things. like the sofa. doesn't anyone need a sofa?

didn't think it'd be so much work being a small version of IKEA!






so this catalog has been fun though, putting it together, watching people's reaction to what we've managed to collect over these 3 years. some things mean a lot to me and to A.T. and some things are hard to give up.
but we really can't be bothered with taking everything with us to Mozambique or even to Lisbon in september.
so this is a sort of a tribute to what we lived here. this way, one day when i come back i'll see my t stuff being used to it's best value.




maybe rosie will use the coffee tables as her doll-tea-party table. i like to think she'll grown up the next 2 years using them, or the blankets i've put aside for her, or that her bedroom will be vaccumed with my so dear vaccum-cleaner!
and i also need the money and what better way to do it than with a much modern version of an american garage sale. if only IKEA would hire our graphic skills!!!! eheheheh

if you find something in this catalog that is to your liking please let me know, i'll see if it's still available. but remember you can only want something if you live in belgium... i am not selling anything that then has to travel to another country... that is not the point of this whole process.

dreaming limbo

i had a dream (yes so did u martin) last night where i had just bought this enormous barn, i didn't actually pay for it, i just know it was mine, where i strated putting in everything i loved about A'pen.

i stuffed it like so it almost burst at the seams, and you'd think i had nothing to stuff it with, no sir, i had plenty, between good breakfast places, i counted 4, good dinner places, those are about... 12, good lunch bars, 6, coffee places, 3, places i'd go if i couldn't go to the places i really wanted, probably 6, shops... hmmm my favorite, 18, places i hate but are part of my memories, about 3... bookshops, 2 (only because antwerp is missing a few of these). i put in miniture sized streets, miniature sized crossroads, miniature sized squares... and stret corners, and traffic lights (did you know that on valentine's day they put hearts in the red lights?? cool huh? ya i know, corny but still i put them inside my barn).
oh what else. no, not people, they were al standing there behind me watching as i picked and stored away so many things. i just put clones of the guys of the REVISTA bar so that i'd have copies of them and it doesn't count as people!!! why? 'cause... duh!

and after all this was packed away it just all of a sudden got swollowed by earth, as in planet earth. it dissapeard like it meant nothing. it got eaten by the ground. i couldn't believe it... but seeing that all the people i would've wanted to pack away in that same barn with the revista guys were still there, with the same habits, smiles, gossip stories and ticks i had this feeling of tranquility. in a way maybe it just meant that, in the future when i come back to Antwerp, it probably will have change a lot, maybe nothing will ever be the same, but they will all be there.
i guess when i go back to Milan that is what conforts me. and even in Lisbon, seeing all of thos who i grew up with makes me want to be there. it doesn't mean that they haven't done anything, they just adapted their lives to this city that will keep moving... and i think that is much braver that leaving.

...or maybe the dream meant that whatever i try to get organized, and ticked off my TO DO LIST, one moment i'll look and it will all be gone, i'll take care of burocratic stuff and then i'll fall down the stairs and i can't leave anymore, or Portugal will declare that girls that know how to make cupcakes shouldn't leave the country, or i'll be discovered by Martha Stewart and they'll exile me to New York...
and all the people i should've put in that barn will be whistling away ignoring me...

this dream interpreting business will one day give me a heart attack.

www.jessemonggo.com

have i ever told you i’m happy

I probably haven’t in a while, and amazingly I didn’t think it was important. Strange how one is always willing to tell about the bad moments of their lives, and then when you finally seem as happy as you can be, you somehow don’t find the time to tell anyone let alone the ones who matter.

The reasons for my happiness lately are various, thankfully I need a lot of things, small things, small details in my life to make me feel happy… and eventhough I never say it out loud I know it shows.

So now you’re home. did I mention I’m happy?! Yes, I’m happy because I know the city of our dreams is almost complete, it’s bigger with you, it’s sunnier and so much more beautiful. This has made this last month so much easier, knowing that those who have missed you in the last 18 months have the chance to see you so much more. I don’t pretend you’re not going through a crazy period, a in between feeling of being home and also being still away. It’s nice to know you’re taking care of your own home where J. will soon join you as soon as he’ll pack you’re final moments in Dublin to join you in this new and exciting new part of your life. I heard you’ve ordered sofas, and furniture, which for someone who gets stuff always missed up seems like such a big step!!! Eheh, I know probably you dad gave you a hand and if he didn’t I’m very proud, maybe the cold up in Ireland really made you speed up things!!!! I can just see you all so panicky in the middle of all the things you brought, you kept, and you still have to look through!

Knowing you’re in Lisbon makes me relaxed.

I am so proud of all the things you have done, all the choices you ever made, probably never told you this either, but looking back I realise we all do things we might not understand why, or how, but I’m sure somewhere along the line we, me, you will be sure whatever we did we did it for the best…

And that is also why now we shouldn’t look back in choices we made for our future… yes because I know that even if it takes you some time to get used to the idea of being back home, you have made this choice a while back and this I know you were sure of… it take some time, but you know you made it right the moment you said it.

Maybe I’ll also be able to see it.

Will I ever see Mozambique as a positive choice I’ve made also, I hope so because right now I feel like it is the best thing I’ve decided to do, but I just breaks my heart to let go of so many things… again.

It’s not just moving somewhere else, where a plane flies to in 3hours or less. It is Africa.

It is as I know it the end of the world… but such a beginning.

It is so hard at this moment to explain why, and what for and what if and what if not. People ask and I wish I had better answers. But then again, I came o Antwerp with probably less answers and less certainties, and guess what, it’s been 3 years and I have people I will say goodbye to that just the thought makes me cry right now.
Is it true we can’t put a person in our bags when we fly? Will TAP notice I’m taking special people inside my luggage? Will these people survive a 10 hour flight in the luggage compartment? Greet would definitely, as long as Rosie was there with her! Sofie would probably want to join since she always loves a girls’ thing. Kris would come ‘cause he’d have space to build his wooden cabin. Luca would say yes ‘cause african girls are beautiful. Lily would cry a bit but if Nathalie and Marco would come she’s feel more at ease. Farcesca and Dominik would because he’ll have plenty of land to bike, and she’ll love the sun and can yell all she wants.

Me?

I’m going… not in the luggage but with plenty of bags. I’m going because… because I believe this is it. This is my future right in front of me. No matter what that means… I feel it. I’ve never been this happy.

Do you know I’m in love also? …I guess that’s for another time.

14 hours of work to go… 18 days to go to Lisbon for holidays… and 108 day to Africa… more or less, I hope less… no, more… less….

Ok, so I wanna go but I don’t wanna leave. (are you with me?)

portugal 3 _ rép. checa 1

não me façam sofrer assim!!! ao ver os primeiros jogos assim tão próximos um do outro e tão no ínicio do jogo faz com que eu tenha que beber uma cerveja para me acalmar... sabes que eu NUNCA bebo cerveja, mas na Sint. Jansplein a SUPER BOCK é rainha e isso ajuda os nervos.

quando os vi de branco estremeci, não me sinto próxima do branco, dói ao não ver o vermelhão português... mas como eu ia vestida a rigor pensei que bastasse, e bastou! para além do passo de gentleman do Cristiano ao Quaresma, que não ficou nada mal, eu sei que também ajudei à vitória!!! ;)

italia 0 _ holanda 3

... non ho parole. acceto le scuse di Buffon che ha detto ai giornalisti "chiediamo scuse", le acceto, avete magari pensato che essere Campioni del Mondo fosse gia mezza strada per una buonna partita, ma no, invece magari avresti dovuto concentrarvi e veramente pensare che perche siete Campioni, ieri dovevate provarlo ancora di piu. siete nel girone piu dificile del EURO... e adesso?
adesso si aspetta. fino a venerdi. dai ragazzi

e poi, TONI, hai 8 metri e 300kg, dai, fai qualcosa, puoi rompere qualsiasi holandese in 2 secondi, dai!!


e a parte questo... anche la francia ha fatto merda, quindi non vogliamo fare con che io scapi del belgio perche si come non sanno gioccare e non sono nel EUR08 voglianno che vincanno i holandesi. e poi... una squadra che si veste di arancione fuorescenti non merita... NIENTE!
ma se vi fermate qui, ditelo, cosi tifate per PORTOGALLOOOOOOOOOOOO

portugal 2 _ turquia 0

e assim começou o meu eur08. bem e bom! eu estive longe de ecrâns mas vivi a coisa.
fui assistir ao FASHION SHOW de fim de curso da minha amiga Berit e acabei por perder o jogo, mas tive o papá e o A.T. a mandarem sms nos momentos cruciais, claro que não me disseram o que o Nuno Gomes andou a fazer... a pontaria não estava com ele, e por mais que o adore e seja para mim o segundo Rui Costa, dedicado e humilde eu ando ocncentrada neste menino aqui em baixo... mas de onde veio tal rapaz, podes-me dizer de onde foi que ele saiu?
é que eu nunca o vi e não me interessa se Tuga, Brasuca ou Turco até, tá connosco e para ficar!
boa continuação PORTUGAL!!!!

05.05.2008

há 1 aninho estava eu em Lisboa para celebrar convosco...filipa e joão

hoje, estão aqui comigo a celebrar 1 aninho completo de felicidade.

"teacher, can i go to the bathroom?"

no últimos meses tem sido muito dificil para mim a 2feira, eu sei, parece-te uma frase feita, todos odeiam a 2feira e olha que eu sempre fui daquelas crianças que adorava estar na escola, não me importava nada que o fim-de-semana fosse curto,queria era ir brincar com os meus amigos no colégio... mas agora, adulta, odeio. e não é o ter que acordar cedo, porque sabes que isso para mim não é problema, a única diferença é que durante os dias úteis, acordo com despertador "artificial" enquanto que aos fins-de-semana acordo pela luz que me entra quarto a dentro.

mas como todas as 2feiras ultimamente tenho tido dificuldade a começar a semana de trabalho, lá para as 11 da manhã e depois de 2 cafés é que a coisa começa a aquecer... e ontem não foi excepção. believe me, i hate it... e não sei se foi exactamente essa minha lenta disposição para o trabalho, ou a pena que o meu chefe tem de mim quando o A.T. vai de férias sem mim (sabe-se lá porquê mas existem pessoas que acham que mulher sem homem morre...), mas o que é certo é que veio ter comigo muito alegre mas cauteloso e perguntou
"can you take my place?"
tenho desde já a dizer que esta frase por si só quase me fez fugir dali, se há pessoa que não precisa ser substituida, porque por vezes ele só já é demais, é este homem, mas talvez o facto das coisas estarem ainda muito lentas no meu cérebro, acabou por fazer com que eu calmamente o ouvisse até ao fim
"i need to give a class in the University of Leuven, but i'm not feeling ok, so if you want to you can substitute me"
"...uh... uh... uh... ok..." resposta inteligente de uma futura professora!
"it's a workshop really, you just need to develop a project that will be given by the organizing comittee and you'll help a group of students through it"
"so... how old are these students?" para mim haveria sempre uma idade limite, only under 25 and not 12!!!

bem, só enquanto ia no carro com a minha outra chefe é que percebi bem o que se estava a passar... e que a coisa ia durar umas horas, eram 13:00 e o programa estava todo organizado pelo menos até ás 20:00... and counting

basicamente o que se passou foi o seguinte, a Universidade organiza 1 semana por ano umas workshops intituladas "WORKING WITH THE MASTERS IN ARCHITECTURE"

by the way... o facto de eu ter ido, faz de mim uma MASTER IN ARCHITECTURE!!!!

o que é certo é que cada MASTER (that's me if you've forgotten) teria a seu cargo um grupo de 4/5 estudantes, de variados anos, visto ser aberto a qualquer um, mas a diferença é que estes miúdos não são simplesmente arquitectos to be mas também enginheiros, aqui na Bélgica existe também esta licenciatura de Engenheiro-arquitecto... um mix! basicamente são mais arquitectos que engenheiros mas as componentes de física, estruturas, construção são bem mais pesadas do que um "simples" arquitecto e muito menos que um "simples" engenheiro.
enfim... foi-me dado um grupo, 4 rapazes e 1 menina... ela passado 2 horas disse que tinha que ir embora... ok, vai... fiquei com os 4 meninos, aliás 3 meninos lindos de olhos azuis, todos do 2 aninho, super excited e prontos a concordar comigo no que desse e viesse... o outro... cómico, in a way, mas igual e eu reforço a palavra IGUAL ao Frankenstein Junior!!!

passamos 4 horas muito bem passadas, no frio de uma velha fábrica abandonada da cerveja Stella Artois, de onde saí com os pés congelados e a bexiga cheia... as wcs eram aquelas dos concertos... sitio onde eu não meto os pés, nem morta!
apresentaram o projecto muito bem e ainda me vieram dar os parabéns pelos belissimos sketches que eu fiz, perguntaram onde aprendi e disse que desde que nasci todos me deram sempre espaço e tempo para desenvolver desenhos á mão, fazem parte do processo de design de qualquer tipo de projecto, a própria letra com que escrevo é "desenhada" por mim, de maneira a que para cada coisa, quase, uso um tipo diferente... a font é sempre a mesma, minha, mas ajustada a cada tipo de pensamento... os desenhos a mesma coisa. é a minha maneira de transmitir algo a outra pessoa... ou apenas a mim mesma. os olhinhos azuis ficaram impressionados com a coisa, disse-lhe para tentarem investir no desenho á mão, basta querer...

quanto ao Franky, esse, ó dio mio, não tem esperança... assim que lhe disse para tentar desenvolver a ideia que tinha no papel, tirou da MOCHILA um bloco de PAPEL MILIMÉTRICO e 3, 3!!!!!!! réguas!!!!!!!!
esse vai ser mesmo engenheiro... os outro pode ser que não! ;)

adorei a experiência e espero um dia voltar a repetir... e não só a substituir outro "master".

this could make me wonder...

"i'm calling you first because you're the most difficult..."

said a friend when she called me to invite me to her bday dinner...