Well, I guess I'm not able to make up my mind… Just a few days ago I wrote about loving a happy ending and now without understanding why I find myself loving a film called Closer that has everything but a happy ending. I'm speechless, the acting is excellent, but the most brilliant thing is the story… it's going to make me think a lot in the next few days. I think I've just found a contender to my favourite film: Peter Pan.

Classes will begin next Monday (Tomorrow?) and I'm guessing that this semester will be different of all semesters I've lived so far. It will be the first time I'll be going to classes understanding them just as a mean, instead of the end I used to see in them. I have a very hard time finding the right words to explain this feeling, but for the first time I'm not anxious to start classes, or anxious to end them, the only anxiety I have is when I start thinking of what I'll be able to achieve when I graduate…

I'm a sucker for happy endings, I guess that would explain Peter Pan as my favourite film.

I like watching a good film, I like to pay attention to things like photography and special effects, and I love when the interpretation is so good that I forget about reality and for a hour or two live the story of the film. But when the film hasn't got what you would call a happy ending I feel frustrated, on the other hand, I can tolerate bad technical elements as long as the ending is happy… because I end up forgetting all the negative elements and finish the viewing with a big smile and a warmer heart.

I guess we are all suckers for happy endings and wouldn't it be great if we could all have one for us…



:-) except the bad guys, they will all be arrested in the end :-)

One day I would like to be able to write a text about nothing (Yes, Seinfeld fan here). I read texts extremely good that aren't about anything exquisite, they're just about ordinary things. I can't even understand how I am supposed to write a text about the underground trip I made yesterday on my way home, or about the reasons that made me skip lunch today. I just say the information, in one (short) sentence, and then I'm unable to write anything else.

The only things I'm able to write about are my feelings (yeah, I know that after a while it gets boring and repetitive) and my opinions (that I must admit sometimes aren't very coherent). I guess I should at least try to improve the way I expose (or explain) my ideas, but not even that I seem able to do. But I'm a fighter, and I'll continue to battle until one day I'll write a text that I like… until then all the people that read this blog will have to subject themselves to all the crap I'll continue to write (or stop reading it).

The Islamic cartoons. Well I only understood the problem a few days ago. I thought it was inconceivable what was happening (I still do). I mean to destroy something just because of some drawings? To ask, for the execution of a cartoonist just because he has bad taste? To burn a flag just because that country has a newspaper that published something that insults us?

But then, I understood. If I, that have access to various types of information, news channels of all over the world, internet that as no restrictions, find myself not being able to see them… how could someone that has no access to information know what the hell the cartoons mean, all they know is that the people that they trust most (their religious leaders) said they needed to fight them with all their strength.

Islam will be a huge problem to all western countries, because we don't understand how can a population agree on electing a radical lieder. We don't understand why they think they need to attack us… and probably they don't understand it to.

The big problem is that things the west considers acceptable and catalogues as freedom, the Islamic world sees as an insult and does not tolerate them. I think that probably the only way to solve this issue is for both parts to give up some of their thoughts and find a compromise.

We in the west have to restrict a little our freedom when it comes to questions that have to do with Islam, and they will have to have a more tolerant vision of the west. Only with this accomplished can we all live in community.

Feeling blue. In Portugal there's a word that everybody thinks has no translation to other languages. The word is saudade and it basically means to miss something or someone … of course it doesn't mean only that, but the general idea is there.

For me there is a word that's much more difficult to translate to Portuguese. Blue. I'm often with the blues… or at least it's the nearest expression that I know to explain what I feel. I really have a hard time expressing what I feel to others and that's due (along with other things) to the lack of words / expressions that symbolise what I feel.

I wish it existed at least a general translation… but it looks that a felling that is so easy to understand… is extremely difficult to translate, so I'll continue to feel with the blues… even in Portuguese.