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So many things…

Alright! I’m a girl and as any girl in the world I can think-do-speak-and whatever else about so many things at one time. I’m back from vacation and I do have lots and lots of things to tell… Where should I start? [Btw this is going to be a biiiggg post, don;t go on if you’re not feeling like] December was sort of weird! For some reason I was still waiting to see some real winter. So, every Saturday I felt like going ice skating as I did before except for I’m living under a hot as hell sun that melts me every single morning. I can tell it was sort of frustrating, although I did many cool things as: crossing part of a lake swimming just to jump from a platform[moment of insanity] or riding a jet ski or staying ALL DAY LONG at home just to read. Yeah! I know it wasn’t THAT cool, but I had fun. X-mas came then New Year’s eve and things got lit bit worse. After all what’s that without snow??? BUt I got through it again with my head up high. DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA. Finally January came and the countdown with it. ACUÍPE was coming to me. The trip was awesome and tiresome and lotofthings-some. I got my color back after a week of tanning, I met so many friends that I’ve been missing. It was more than I could ask for actually thanks to my friends. It was like screaming DUTCH BLITZ after the faster and most complicated Blitz match. It was something from laughing out loud to crying as a baby… Do you know the feeling when you feel like your vacation just started and things are getting perfect then you remeber: Holly Cow! I work tomorrow morning? YEAH! RIGHT! Not really enjoyable thought… Maybe a little, after all kids a fun too. Then back to work I finally got my kids groups [when I say kids I mean little little kids]. I was so excited. I do love kids they make my day happier no matter what. Then the classes started, I found out I got some RHS(really hard stds) BUT THAT’S OKAY! I can handle them. My first kids group was freaking cute and smart. THEN… tan tan tan tan… drum’s roll Today came, and I had the most cute and funny kids group until 5 of 9 started to cry. I WANT MY MOM! That was what they were saying [I’m really thinking about teaching them that sentence in English, at least they would practice a lot.] For real, it freaked me out! I thought to myself: Who thought I could handle it? My helper[ Debs I couldn’t make it without u] helped me so much. 4 teachers were there to calm them down. After couple of endless minutes SOME of them were okay coloring – happy – no crying. But I still had couple of them sort of frustrating. With all the mess going on I felt unable to do it. For a moment I felt as I could not teach them. But at the same time I really wanted to do it. Take the challenge. I can’t lie I loved them. Harder it is more I’ll like it. After the class one of the boys came back to show his classroom to his family and show their teachers… this is priceless. Oh! How did I forget about it??? Also this afternoon one of my classes was recorded for a kinda famous-really famous- channel. Yes! This all happened to me today. And it’s just the beginning of the semester. Big long freaking day. And my classes at university didn’t even start. [ah! I got a new job too I’m teaching in another regular school – I would say it’s different, funny, but different. I liked it tough.] Interesting Interesting Year. Welcoming myself to 2010. I didn’t eve get to the homehood thing or … forget it. I’ll tell it another day.

Contos de meninas!

Uma menina assistia tudo encantada. O céu era azulado com poucas nuvens. O sol escaldante nao surtia efeito nenhum, o calor não era nada diante da empolgação. E como uma criança, assim era ela. O simples era festa, não havia consequências. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious não foi suficiente para descrever e ela fez questão de aprender a palavra ao contrário. Direto da fonte! E que momento!

Cada personagem tinha parte em sua história. E num piscar de olhos ela estava num tapete a conhecer o mundo; calçava um sapato de cristal; comia uma maçã enfeitiçada; dormia um sono eterno até que seu princípe viesse acordá-la; encontrava a flor que transformaria o monstro em amor eterno. E ela percebeu que a vida tinha um pouco de conto de fadas sim.

A vida é um sonho colocado em prática a cada dia. E é assim que ela realiza seu sonho. De mulher a menina, de menina a princesa.

My Short Story


Actually I can’t really explain who I am, without first telling you who I was:
One day, when I was 7 years-old, my mom go sick. I thought it was just flu, but the weird thing was, I had never seen anyone undergo a surgery because of flu, so I wasn’t too sure what exactly it was. In spite of it all that, everything was okay; the important thing was that after the surgery, she was fine again.

My mom worked a lot, in fact I only saw her twice a day: in the morning when I woke up to go to school and at night when I waited for her to come back home. I loved her and I still do. I was a good daughter, not a perfect one, but a good one. There was also something about her that always amazed me. Even though, she had a lot of problems to deal with, there was always something that comforted her that I didn’t know about.

When I was 13 years old, she got that flu that I told you about before again, and I found out that it wasn’t a simple flu, but it was a really dangerous cancer. It was a scary year for my family.

Now, I can tell you who I was: I was a frightened girl, that didn’t want anyone to see that deep down; I was very sad and afraid of the future. I went through an entire year afraid of talking to my mother and looking her in the eye, because I didn’t want to hear the truth. I avoided it as much as I could. Instead, I preferred to live in my private world. It was hard seeing that woman who was so strong crying like a child.

In December, during school vacation, my mom stayed at home with me and for the first time we were having a mother-daughter relationship. It was then, during this short, but unforgettable period, that I could see who comforted her, and why she had that peace. In January of 2004, she died. However, she gave me a present before she left. She introduced me to a person who would substitute her.

Now I can tell you who I am today. This person my mother introduced me to, showed me real love, in spite of the fact that I ignored Him my whole life. He showed me that He wanted me in His family, and even if I didn’t want to live anymore because of everything that had happened, He was still willing to live for me. I just needed to let Him move me. It’s like a great friend of mine once said: I found a treasure!

Today, I’m very different. I don’t need to hide anything anymore because He wants me as I am so He can change me to the way He needs me. Now I have a purpose: To cooperate with a great family of many children, just like Him. I don’t live, I let Him live for me. I’ve learned that it’s necessary that He grows in me and that I become smaller and smaller everyday.

His name is Jesus, and what did He do? He died for me and gave me a brand new life. What do I have now? Peace and a hope that moves me day by day, grace by grace. What fills me? A wonderful love, which changed my heart into a thankful one. What Am I doing to thank Him? Living for him, and doing His will.

I’m not a very interesting person, you may not want to know me but I guarantee you that He is!I don’t know how to write very well, I’m not a journalist, or a writer, but I am a disciple, and one that wants to magnify His name with all that I have.  

So freaky totally wicked cool xD

Okay Guys! After all these months I’m definitely speaking english as a Selena Lovato Cyrus girl =) It’s not that I never spoke slangs or created some funny expressions… But anyways…

The good thing about it is that finnaly I think I can express in words how it is to be in Harvard! It is so to die for when your in the subway and then you take off in HARVARD SQUARE, and then everybody looks at you with a whataforeigngirlisdoinginharvardsquare face! HAUHAUHAUAHAU!!!!!!

Cambridge is the city of any student’s dreams. All the bistros, bookstores, libraries, restaurants, not to mention the parks and any other space where people can get together, it is just so freaky wicked cool! You can see all kinds of people – I mean ALL kinds – from funny japanese guy playin’ the guitar in the middle of the crowd to hiphop crew to even a kindageekfunnyfashionbrazilianstyle girl reading Mansfield Park.

And tell me about the classes! The teachers are great, the level is as high as the sky which means lots of study = millions of homework. Oh YEAH! That’s the boring part! I hate homeworks and americans love it! They try to measure your intelligence with homework. I’m def not the homework girl you know… so…. Anyways, I can handle it =) 

So I’m so enjoying it! Actually I’M FREAKING OUT! And I do it everytime I’m there… There’s this table in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of GREAT books  on it, all of them fro 4,5 or 6 dollars. That’s sick! After all people come to me and ask: How can you buy so many books there? Well,that’s is how! It’s been 5 weeks I buy  1 or 2 books every weekend ¬¬ I am so  bookahoolic!

That’s all folk! I just wanted you to know that I’m having lots of fun and so freaky totally wicked crazy cool moments =)

 

love,

C.

11 de janeiro de 2003.

11 de Janeiro de 2003, ha exatamente 6 anos a vida de uma menina estava mudando pra sempre. Naquele dia ela acordou com uma noticia um tanto quanto abaladora. Todavia a novidade – e aprendam desde ja: novidade nem sempre e algo bom, mas sempre ha um lado a se aproveitar – foi dada de uma forma delicada e eu diria que ate aceitavel. Algumas horas depois, ela estava sentada numa escadaria com seu celular na mao, a procura de um numero pra ligar, alguem com quem ela pudesse conversar sobre a novidade… Infelizmente, o que ela tinha esquecido e que durante sua vida ela nao havia permitido que muitas pessoas se aproximassem muito dela a ponto de naquele dia estarem dispostos a compartilhar daquilo.

Ao mesmo tempo que ela estava la, sem saber bem o que pensar, fazer ou falar, todas as outras pessoas estavam reunidas em uma sala, por tras da escadaria, lamentando, consolando, chorando… Mas nenhuma dessas acoes se aplicava a essa pobre menina. Um turbilhao de sentimentos passavem-se em seu coracao, com coracao de  menina, ela mal sabia nomea-los. E em sua cabeca parecia que um vulcao havia entrado em erupcao. Nao sei se voces ja passaram por isso, mas aquela menina nao estava acreditando no que estava acontecendo, parecia cena de novela, filme ou algum desses dramas literarios que ela havia lido… Mas estava realmente acontecendo com ela. Na epoca ela era muito nova pra tomar determinadas atitudes, mas hoje ela lembra de tudo com mais detalhes, calma, diria ate que prudencia… Talvez ela ate saiba nomear os sentimentos que se passaram, talvez ela nao ficasse tao abismada por nao ter tido pra quem ligar.

O fato e que depois daquela manha a menina virou mulher. E depois de 6 anos o que ela nao soube fazer ela aprendeu, e o choro preso foi solto, as palavras de consolo agora sao ditas, os sentimentos sao um tanto quanto claros. Apenas uma coisa nao mudou. Na manha seguinte ao acontecimento ela acordou achando que tudo havia sido um sonho, ou uma lembranca de algum dos tao amados livros lidos, e ate onde sei ela continua tendo essa mesma impressao, de que em algum momento ela vai acordar, mas nao so por causa daquele dia, mas por todas as outras coisas que aconteceram depois daquilo, hoje ela tem certeza de que sua vida parece ser filme. Com direito a perdas, ganhos, viagens e aventuras,  espera de um amor eterno e um final feliz. Bem, hoje nao tenho tanta certeza se ela quer acordar do sonho, pelo menos ate onde a conheco…

Poesia

A arte de expressar-se claramente em palavras confusas “)

…eis a minha favorita…

Sonnet 18
William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of Ma
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimmed.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest,
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou growest.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

 

 

I hope you enjoyed it!

E se eu fosse uma fruta…

E se eu fosse uma fruta…
Alguns diriam que eu seria uma uva.
Facil de morder, mas nao tao facil de comer,
sempre tem uns carocinhos para incomodar.
Alguns diriam que eu seria uma banana.
Tem uma casca, mas e facil de remover,
docinha de sentir,
branquinha de ver.

Alguns diriam que talvez eu fosse uma melancia,
ao primeiro olhar, dura ,
mas depois de partir ao meio fica bem mais facil.
Mas os carocinhos nao foram embora.
Alguns diriam que eu seria uma pitomba.
Casca dura, mas entao voce quebra a carapuca,
e ai vem a polpa, mas nao se anima nao,
o caroco esta ai dentro pra fazer voce quebrar a cuca!
Se eu fosse uma fruta, nao seria so uma,
mas, uma salada.
Gostaria de ser atraente para conhecer como uma maca vermelha.
Doce como um pessego, mas de vez em quando azedinha como um morango.
Desafiadora como uma pitomba no topo de uma arvore,
mas acessivel como uma manga que cai quando madura.
As vezes dura como uma melancia, mas so por fora,
e o suficiente para permitir que me partam em duas.
E se eu fosse uma fruta…

Carol Oliveira – 18.08.2008