Our new faculty buildings are ready (not so ready in my opinion) to use! The thing about moving to a new faculty building is that, no matter how people give you guided tours, you never seem to manage to find you way to the right room in time. Today, I got a peek of our new theory class rooms, that are rather say, austere and maybe a bit depressing and claustrophobic. I ran into a few of my schoolmates and we went for a walk to explore our new school and the garden that was right next to it. One of the funny things that happened was that after we roundtripped the garden and was near the exit, one of us, say, M asked C, do you know what that place is? (He pointed at a white building right next to the garden, expecting to hear, that's our school.) But... here is the answer: I don't know, a nursing home? Seriously?! I mean, I prbably wouldn't recognize the building as our school yet, but a nursing home? Then what would we be? Elders?
And that wasn't yet the highlight of the day.
Among us, there was one girl that have never been to that garden. And the garden I'm refering to is Palácio de Cristal/Pavilhão Rosa Mota. She's been here as long as I am (that is about three years), maybe even longer, but she's never been to the garden?! How's that even possible?! Even I have been to that garden, me! Who only goes out when invited (and stuff...) So that's the reason why we roundtripped the garden. (I'm pretty sure that round trip doesn't exist as a verb, but whatever.) We wanted her to see the male peacocks in the garden, we got to see them nearly at the end of our trip. The cute thing is that the peacock, as pretentious as it is (like J said), lifted its tail feathers like a fan. Besides the peacock, a couple of ducklings were trying to find something under water showing their cute butts and two funny paws rowing the water.
Between the fuzz and excitement of a new school, there is also the desperation of trying to find a cheap place near our new school. I mean, why does our school has to move from the city center to the heart of city center? Apartments are SO freaking expensive! Finding a new place to stay and actually getting to stay there is revealing to be a battle. And on the battlefield stands little me agaisnt most of my colleagues. I mean, we all want to come live near the school, right? My particular case is rather difficult since I have to try find a place near the lab where I'm supposed to be doing my project, but oh well, we'll see. I'm in serious need of seven league boots.
29 February 2012
8 February 2012
Supernatural: the French mistake
I've been watching the TV series Supernatural recently. Trying to catch up all the 7 seasons. So, today I chose the episode 15 from season 6: The French mistake, where Dean and Sam are sent to a world where they are Jensen and Jared. I have to say this episode is soooo freaking hilarious. I've only seen 10 minutes of the episode so far, but haven't stopped laughing yet.
I mean the actual concept of this episode is great. But for an actor, I wonder how is it like, to be acting as himself. Or rather, acting like the character that has to acting like the actor. Wow, that's a bit mind frying. So basically Jensen Ackles has to act as Dean, who on the other hand has to act like Jensen. And Jared has to do the same with character Sam. No wonder I like this episode so much. World inside a world. nerve cracking and mind frying, but all the more fun to watch.
I mean the actual concept of this episode is great. But for an actor, I wonder how is it like, to be acting as himself. Or rather, acting like the character that has to acting like the actor. Wow, that's a bit mind frying. So basically Jensen Ackles has to act as Dean, who on the other hand has to act like Jensen. And Jared has to do the same with character Sam. No wonder I like this episode so much. World inside a world. nerve cracking and mind frying, but all the more fun to watch.
25 January 2012
21 January 2012
A cat's talk
Finally exams are over. So my friends and I went for a cup of tea. There we sat and talked.
The tea house had lots of cats, most of them looked stray. But there was a black one with a collar. Me and my friends were happily chatting when the cat with a collar decided to join us. The black cat ran across the ground between the tables and stood there on a bench beside of the customers, with its eyes wide open in a stare. A moment later, it was gone again. Then, we heard it. A meow. then, again, and again, and again and again. We turned around and there they were. Two black cats. One of them, a stray was just sitting quietly, but one with the collar kept going on a continuous caterwaul. Zorro, the cat with collar that my friends named afterwards jokingly, sat and stood, aproached and back away from the unknow stray black cat for about entire 10 minutes. Our unknown cat, which a friend of mine determined was a female, was a total ice block, completely ignoring Zorro's behavior. It seemed like, we unexpectedly landed in the middle of a mating process. I mean, it is Winter, it is not eactly known as a mating season, but...
After 10 minutes of continuous caterwaul that sounded more like a baby's cry, Zorro, finally gave up. It left a few steps, and then jumped over the wall. After it left, we heard a very low piercing sound. Then we realized it was the unknown cat. It was hissing. Maybe that's why our galant Zorro finally understood he was not welcome and left.
It was a nice afternoon spent in the tea house, with an unexpected out of season show that totally made my day.
Tomorrow there is more, for I'll probably be trying to catch the sunrise, again.
The tea house had lots of cats, most of them looked stray. But there was a black one with a collar. Me and my friends were happily chatting when the cat with a collar decided to join us. The black cat ran across the ground between the tables and stood there on a bench beside of the customers, with its eyes wide open in a stare. A moment later, it was gone again. Then, we heard it. A meow. then, again, and again, and again and again. We turned around and there they were. Two black cats. One of them, a stray was just sitting quietly, but one with the collar kept going on a continuous caterwaul. Zorro, the cat with collar that my friends named afterwards jokingly, sat and stood, aproached and back away from the unknow stray black cat for about entire 10 minutes. Our unknown cat, which a friend of mine determined was a female, was a total ice block, completely ignoring Zorro's behavior. It seemed like, we unexpectedly landed in the middle of a mating process. I mean, it is Winter, it is not eactly known as a mating season, but...
After 10 minutes of continuous caterwaul that sounded more like a baby's cry, Zorro, finally gave up. It left a few steps, and then jumped over the wall. After it left, we heard a very low piercing sound. Then we realized it was the unknown cat. It was hissing. Maybe that's why our galant Zorro finally understood he was not welcome and left.
It was a nice afternoon spent in the tea house, with an unexpected out of season show that totally made my day.
Tomorrow there is more, for I'll probably be trying to catch the sunrise, again.
11 January 2012
Tatta hitotsu no koi
"Tatta hitotsu no koi" also known as "Just one love" is a Japanese drama about the love story between an innocent college student from a wealthy family, Nao (Ayase Haruka), and a poor factory worker, Hiroto (Kamenashi Kazuya). In a way, it's a storyline that's somewhat cliché. But, while studying for my exams, I couldn't help but watch it to relieve some stress. After all, it's only 10 episodes long.
It is a very simple story about how two people from two very different social classes meet by chance and fall in love. It was the best drama I've seen in a while. It totally reminded me of the movie Koizora. The plot is fairytale like indeed, but it was moving. There are so many movies and dramas about love that I get numb, but this one in particular touched me. And the soundtrack used in the drama helped the mood a lot. I specially love the main theme "Cool whispers", it's a bit melancholic, but beautiful.
And with that, I'll be back to my studies with a bit more motivation and higher spirits.
It is a very simple story about how two people from two very different social classes meet by chance and fall in love. It was the best drama I've seen in a while. It totally reminded me of the movie Koizora. The plot is fairytale like indeed, but it was moving. There are so many movies and dramas about love that I get numb, but this one in particular touched me. And the soundtrack used in the drama helped the mood a lot. I specially love the main theme "Cool whispers", it's a bit melancholic, but beautiful.
And with that, I'll be back to my studies with a bit more motivation and higher spirits.
30 December 2011
7 December 2011
End of semester!
Finally, time for myself. The semester is nearly over, and now I only have to worry about an exam coming up in two weeks.
Funny thing is this time for myself turned out to be time sorta dedicated to a friend. It is monday morning. One of my best friends turns to me and asks, "you are going straight to your parents' on wednesday, right?" That was correct. "Then please bring a big bag because I'm going to give you a christmas gift." What? A chritsmas gift? It is acceptable yeah, but you could have told me a bit sooner no? Turns out that now, tuesday night, I'm staying awake to make a christmas gift for her. I had returned late home because of some research stuff and I still managed to finish her present. Oh my, I'm such a good friend. Haha, just kidding.
Now, truly when I wanted to enjoy some movie or something, my internet kicks me out. All right, you know what? I'm just gonna sleep. Very much needed sleep.
Bye cold strict college, hi warm soft bed.
Funny thing is this time for myself turned out to be time sorta dedicated to a friend. It is monday morning. One of my best friends turns to me and asks, "you are going straight to your parents' on wednesday, right?" That was correct. "Then please bring a big bag because I'm going to give you a christmas gift." What? A chritsmas gift? It is acceptable yeah, but you could have told me a bit sooner no? Turns out that now, tuesday night, I'm staying awake to make a christmas gift for her. I had returned late home because of some research stuff and I still managed to finish her present. Oh my, I'm such a good friend. Haha, just kidding.
Now, truly when I wanted to enjoy some movie or something, my internet kicks me out. All right, you know what? I'm just gonna sleep. Very much needed sleep.
Bye cold strict college, hi warm soft bed.
1 December 2011
When leisure is too much.
Here I am. Listening to several people tell stories of everyday.
The most amazing one is an everyday bus trip. I can't be sure how much of it is actually true. After all, when telling a story a person unconsciously add some more details, exaggerate a bit.
So, this girl steps on a bus with a big bag and she would get out the next stop. But someone complained about the size od her bag and said she was in the way. She tried to explain that she would get out the next stop, but, predictably, no one heard the explanation. The bus turned into a debate centre. People talking about youth with disregard.
But honestly, just how much spare time do you have to start complaining about something you don't know? Does everyone need to have an opinion about everything? This is a talkative community, I know that much. But sometimes, it just makes me wonder, isn't this giving an opinion about everything no matter you understand the situation or not, just a way to vent out some of our internal anger or displeasure?
She also told that once she was distracted and stepped on a nearly empty bus, and someone push her to the side, because she was not the first one who got the station. Was it really necessary?
Neither situations happened to me. But I've seen the first happen many times. Isn't everyone's life just as complicated? Do we really need to hear, most of the times, unfair comments about our character? Does everyone have to have an opinion about everything? What if they turned that effort in something useful?
Criticism is needed, true. But it's not just criticism. Suggestions for how to make it better are also needed, but it takes more work to make suggestions than criticize. So, I don't see many people giving suggestions. Honestly, that's what we are in need of, that's what we are lacking now.
The most amazing one is an everyday bus trip. I can't be sure how much of it is actually true. After all, when telling a story a person unconsciously add some more details, exaggerate a bit.
So, this girl steps on a bus with a big bag and she would get out the next stop. But someone complained about the size od her bag and said she was in the way. She tried to explain that she would get out the next stop, but, predictably, no one heard the explanation. The bus turned into a debate centre. People talking about youth with disregard.
But honestly, just how much spare time do you have to start complaining about something you don't know? Does everyone need to have an opinion about everything? This is a talkative community, I know that much. But sometimes, it just makes me wonder, isn't this giving an opinion about everything no matter you understand the situation or not, just a way to vent out some of our internal anger or displeasure?
She also told that once she was distracted and stepped on a nearly empty bus, and someone push her to the side, because she was not the first one who got the station. Was it really necessary?
Neither situations happened to me. But I've seen the first happen many times. Isn't everyone's life just as complicated? Do we really need to hear, most of the times, unfair comments about our character? Does everyone have to have an opinion about everything? What if they turned that effort in something useful?
Criticism is needed, true. But it's not just criticism. Suggestions for how to make it better are also needed, but it takes more work to make suggestions than criticize. So, I don't see many people giving suggestions. Honestly, that's what we are in need of, that's what we are lacking now.
12 November 2011
sunrise
It's saturday morning, and I never thought I'd find so many people on the streets.
For the first time in a long while, I got up and out of the house before sunrise. If I'm lucky today, I'll get to see the sunrise. Always shiny, full of hope. When I looked at the sky, I saw an odd picture. The sky looked like a stripped blue T-shirt.The clouds were dark blue and the sky was light. It reminded me a lot of those polos that were once fashionable.
On the streets, small groups of people walking around reminded me, yes, yesterday was friday. Meaning, most people were out enjoying their night life. Honestly, I don't have one. I'm not an owl nor a cat. I enjoy going out at night once in a while, yes, but I like sunrise better. Even though I haven't really been waking up early lately, I still prefer dawn to night.
The sun is rising, The diference is huge. The sky is still stripped, but now, in a different way. Let's think of it as a change of clothes. Yes, I'm a girl, I do think a lot about clothing. So now it wears a blue and orange stripped T-shirt. I don't like that combination too much, but given the orange tone is so light is almost looks white, it somewhat looks good. Porto has an airport, so it's not very uncommon to see planes flying by, but this one looks extremely funny. The small aircraft (it looked small, doesn't mean it was small) flew exactly along the line that separeted the dark blue clouds form the orange sky. It looked like one of those kids contouring the drawing.
The hills in the distance looks like spirit mountain or something like that. I'm not sure if there was fog in town today, but there, the fog made the hills look like it was placed in the clouds, a holy place. What I would give to have a camera here.When the sky gets all too bright, it means the sun is up and the fog is bound to disappear soon. The meaning of watching sunrise is now gone, but the goal of sunrise itself has accomplished.
It's a new day, a day like everyday, but also, a day like no other.
For the first time in a long while, I got up and out of the house before sunrise. If I'm lucky today, I'll get to see the sunrise. Always shiny, full of hope. When I looked at the sky, I saw an odd picture. The sky looked like a stripped blue T-shirt.The clouds were dark blue and the sky was light. It reminded me a lot of those polos that were once fashionable.
On the streets, small groups of people walking around reminded me, yes, yesterday was friday. Meaning, most people were out enjoying their night life. Honestly, I don't have one. I'm not an owl nor a cat. I enjoy going out at night once in a while, yes, but I like sunrise better. Even though I haven't really been waking up early lately, I still prefer dawn to night.
The sun is rising, The diference is huge. The sky is still stripped, but now, in a different way. Let's think of it as a change of clothes. Yes, I'm a girl, I do think a lot about clothing. So now it wears a blue and orange stripped T-shirt. I don't like that combination too much, but given the orange tone is so light is almost looks white, it somewhat looks good. Porto has an airport, so it's not very uncommon to see planes flying by, but this one looks extremely funny. The small aircraft (it looked small, doesn't mean it was small) flew exactly along the line that separeted the dark blue clouds form the orange sky. It looked like one of those kids contouring the drawing.
The hills in the distance looks like spirit mountain or something like that. I'm not sure if there was fog in town today, but there, the fog made the hills look like it was placed in the clouds, a holy place. What I would give to have a camera here.When the sky gets all too bright, it means the sun is up and the fog is bound to disappear soon. The meaning of watching sunrise is now gone, but the goal of sunrise itself has accomplished.
It's a new day, a day like everyday, but also, a day like no other.
11-11-11
11-11-11 is my new unlucky day. No not friday 13. Friday 13 has not given me much bad luck. But 11-11-11 turned out to be one of the unluckiest days of this year. I'm not going to say it was the unluckiest of my life, because I still have some time to live on, but it really could be.
I hate it when I try to do something and nothing gets done. That's today. I had Medicinal lab evaluation. The procedure went well, all right. But I didn't have time to finish writing my report. I was trying to apply for an animal experimentation course for which I did not want to pay at all. So I tried pass the matter onto my teacher and supervisor, but then, today, I got their answer. Their project can't pay for my course, so I have to pay it myself. I wasn't interested in it from the beginning, but I know it may be important for the experiments the next semester, so I guess I just have to take the course and pay for it myself. I tried to return home, well, to my parents' house, but CP went on strike again and there is no train. I didn't want to go home by bus because it was very expensive, but either way, the last bus was already gone by the time I arrived at the train station.
I hate it when I try to do something and nothing gets done. That's today. I had Medicinal lab evaluation. The procedure went well, all right. But I didn't have time to finish writing my report. I was trying to apply for an animal experimentation course for which I did not want to pay at all. So I tried pass the matter onto my teacher and supervisor, but then, today, I got their answer. Their project can't pay for my course, so I have to pay it myself. I wasn't interested in it from the beginning, but I know it may be important for the experiments the next semester, so I guess I just have to take the course and pay for it myself. I tried to return home, well, to my parents' house, but CP went on strike again and there is no train. I didn't want to go home by bus because it was very expensive, but either way, the last bus was already gone by the time I arrived at the train station.
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