Recycle Bin

The subject was supposed to be "I'm back", but that is probably the most common sentence on this journal.

But yeah, I almost started a new journal, again, and I figured I'd give this one a new chance.

So I switched my profile back to Basic. LJ had "upgraded" me to a Plus, and I realized the only thing I got was ads, meh. I browsed for a semi-decent layout, then for new userpics, and now I'm here letting you all know I'm alive.

Since December 8th, the day I graduated, I went to my mom's hometown for Christmas, to the beach for New Year's, and to Argentina on vacation. Came back to Brazil for Carnaval, then got a job at a newspaper, doing THE thing people want to do when they choose to become journalists. Every night I go home thinking I made the right choice.

And now I have to go to bed cause my assignment for tomorrow asks that I be up by 5am.

Goodnight.

ps: aren't you all glad I've returned?

i graduated from university.

with honors!

Sometimes I like you better when you are absent.

Love,

Me.

what version is it? i lost count.

can someone please let me know for how long i've have this journal? possibly six years.

i pity all my friends who read this journal. i've gone through so much and have told them so little that i sit here and it's impossible to find something to start my post with.

so i'll just pretend i've been writing everyday, and you guys do your best to catch up somehow ok?

yesterday i found out that a friend of my from iVisit (a webcam chatting program) died of respiratory failure. he was already of some age and he had been in the hospital due to some problem, but the news was that he was recovering fine. he was from the iVisit help team i used to take part in... i have to find the birthday video he made for me in my backups, if i do i'll show you later.

it was quite a shock to be honest. i guess i do still repress things and let them pile up until i burst. i had to go out to interview someone for my graduation project right after i heard these sad news, and i got lost twice to get there... somewhere i had been before and right near my house. i'm surprised i didn't get into a car accident, that's how distracted i was.

it also didn't help afterwards when i felt the urge to write in a journal somewhere (i have tons) and then i found a journal that i didn't write for myself, but for someone else.

i'm not ready to get into detail on this issue, but i got more convinced that love is an illusion. and i'm more afraid to have someone be delusional towards me than the reverse. i think i'm finally sick of taking care of people.

more on that later, if there is more to say about it.

this morning i decided to give myself a break. i actually argued with myself over whether or not i should go to this morning's lecture but when i got to the car and put the key in the ignition, i realized all the circumstances were favourable to my lazyness. so i'm staying home and catching up with the work i was supposed to do yesterday, and i'll show up at the newspaper this afternoon.

and to all my good old LJ friends: i kinda miss you folks. i was thinking today... i met four very cool people from here in real life. carol (four times now? jeesh), rebecca (amazing time hanging out when you came over to brazil babe), jon (and the big black bouncer who stole our 10 quid) and ben (who doesn't write here anymore, but who i'm still in touch with. my favourite non-welsh welsh). now i wanna meet aaron, who i got so close to seeing last xmas, and mr. fucking topher. i guess another trip to california is in order.

http://www.apologiesaccepted.com

Please sum up your opinion or impression of me in one word, leave it as a comment in this posting, and then post this sentence in your own journal (and I WILL respond to yours too).

bad bad bad day

anabela meme: take the first letter of the name of the person from whom you got this meme, and list all of your lj interests that begin with that letter.

violins


and

teaching, telepathy, the get up kids, the juliana theory, thunderstorms, tongue piercing, train, trains, travel, travelling, trent reznor

"Com o tempo, você vai percebendo que para ser feliz com uma outra pessoa, você precisa, em primeiro lugar, não precisar dela.
Percebe também que aquele alguém que você ama (ou acha que ama) e que não quer nada
com você, definitivamente não é o "alguém" da sua vida.
Você aprende a gostar de você, a cuidar de você e, principalmente, a gostar de quem também gosta de você.
O segredo é não correr atrás das borboletas... é cuidar do jardim para que elas venham até você.
No final das contas, você vai achar não quem você estava procurando, mas quem estava
procurando por você!"

Mário Quintana

Meu horóscopo de hoje:

Quem é muito mental como você, irá se beneficiar muito da passagem de Vênus pelo signo em que domina os negócios do mundo terreno, Touro. São possibilidades criativas que chegam na hora da meditação, do silencio interno. É o amor, que se reveste de cores mais carnais, de luzes quentes, dando significado a todo seu esforço de amar com altruísmo.

Once upon a time there was a person who loved computers. He/she loved it so much that they played with it for a long time, learning many new things, things that almost no one else knows about computers. They soon became able to do marvellous things, and when they showed it to their friends, everyone was amazed at their talent.

One day, January 5th more precisely, they were once again testing their talents and finding out more and more about computers and the internet. It didn´t take long before they could discover other people´s secrets online, including their information and passwords - password to their bank accounts even.

The person, inside the bank account, felt such a powerful sensation - godlike if you will - and decided they would let more people other than their friends know of their amazing hacking skills. So they cleaned out the person´s account he had entered. All in one day only - January 5th, last Monday.

Not long ago, a happy girl was being driven to work by her father. She was happier than usual, she hadn´t had a long conversation with her dad in a long time. She was even surprised as to how brave she felt, comfortable enough to even tell her dad about her dreams - going back to a place far away where she once lived and made many friends, but haven´t seen then in over 2 years. And this time, she would go on her own, paying for everything she would need - plane tickets and what not. She was glad and proud of herself, to be able to save enough money to buy a car, and not long after save enough money to travel on her own. All she had to do now was get online, go into her bank account and make her yearly car taxes payment.

You can imagine her surprise to discover her bank account (who should have hundreds of bucks in it) was an astounding –200. Ironically, she really loves computers too, and was always fascinated as to how young people could do so much with these machines. Now it´s more real and cruel than fascinating.

Long story short, I´m not in town this weekend so don´t bother. I just hope I have time to stop by the police station and the bank…