I don't have a driving licence. Whenever someone finds out that I don't have the driving licence I hear: You don't have it? But why? Have you failed the test? And every time my answer is always the same… I don't need it… and the probability that I wouldn't use it if I had it is very high… because (and this might sound pretentious… but it's just the reality) I enjoy using the public transportation system… as it allows me to read on my way to school or on my way back home.

I have friends that say that they don't use the public transportation system because it's bad and it's very slow. I agree… but there are times that I wish it was even slower… so I could read more, and the only things I think they have to improve are: Coordination and Comfort and those things will only improve once the using rate increases... The rest is good… unless we are all waiting to have an underground station on our backdoor…

Today I heard a new one… what if you have an emergency? I'm only able to understand that question if I'm living in some third world country… Portugal , fortunately has a good emergency system and I can call for an ambulance… Even if I had a driving licence…I would still dial 112 and ask for an ambulance…

Summing all up I conclude that my personality must be very strange… but each time I find something where I disagree with the rest of the society I tend to maintain my point of view (although I respect others points of view).

Well, Alex the girl, the blog that gave me the final push to start my own blog has ended… It's the only blog that I've read continuously throughout the last few years, it's the only one that has always left me with the felling of wanting more. So one has to accept that a marvellous writer with such an ability to make the reader feel so inside her thoughts, inside her ideas has lost the interest to write in the web… I accept that, but I predict I'll be doing two things for a long time… I'll be searching her name in Amazon.com so that if she publishes something I'll be able to read it, and the other is I'll continue to visit her website in order to check whether she has thought it through and decided that someone with such a talent must indeed continue to write.

I know lots of people that went there, read what she wrote and said: It good… but not great and in terms of literature I have to agree… she's still a bit far from great writers, but what she has is the enormous capacity of express so easily herself and also the enormous ability of evolving and learning… just read the first entries of her blog and then read the last ones… read her “goodbye” and tell me that she has not evolved.

And just another tiny detail… a blog isn't a book, and her blog is great… I'm still waiting for the book :p

PS: Haven't write much I know… and it will continue that way until July because of the exams. After them I'll add four new things to the blog: comments; own domain; my films list and my books list.

It's a promise!!!

Today I bought my first grammar since the age of eleven… it isn't a Portuguese grammar, nor an English grammar, but an Italian grammar. I've been learning Italian in the last few months and it has been great. It's completely different of French that I tried (again) to learn in the last year, but I probably lack the capacity to learn French and so I didn't learn almost anything.

But Italian has another spirit, has another personality. Every time you say a word, every time you hear a word, you instantly get transported to that Italian environment that you can see in those Italian old films.

It's a language full of history, let's face it, Italy has had one of the most preponderant roles in the history of Europe .

Ok. It would be a great excuse to learn Italian, but it isn't… it was by suggestion of a friend, and what a great suggestion. I know I'll only stop when I've really learned Italian, because I enjoy knowing and speaking the language.

I dare to suggest: Try it.

I haven't posted things here because the sketches of what I intended to write here... well they wore just rubbish. Anyone that read them would think: Well here's a guy that has more problems than all the Iraqi people together and well that would have been just a big lie.

Yes I have problems, insecurities and stupid thoughts… but on the overall I'm quite a positive fellow. My attitude is most of the times positive and my behaviour tends to accompany my attitude. So why all the negativity in those sketches? Well I guess I only have the need to write when I'm felling down, and in the last few weeks I've only written when I absolutely needed to.

Now that I'm in holidays (although not for long), and time is what I (should) have I've done some thinking, and instead of writing about all the negative aspects that my extremely normal life may contain and going to write about something positive.

Attention: The ones that will read this can find it of extremely bad taste.

Cation

How to deal with death? I think about death a lot. Not my own death but the death of the ones that are close to me. No one I know has ever died and I hope it stays that way for a long time. But the question remains. How will I react to the death of someone that's close to me?

I've been reading a book that tries to sum up the history of physics until now, and the author (Basarab Nicolescu) at some point says it's possible that our existence as a species is just a chain of coincidences some of them still unknown to science but none the less coincidences. If this is true then our existence begins with our birth and ends with our death, no life after death, no re-incarnation… just the end.

I don't have any formed opinion. Some say that not having an opinion, is believing in something… and in a way that's true, I believe in something… I believe that I as a human being born in the late XX century, and that my species at this time of evolution haven't got the capacity of understanding the questions that involve everything that has to do with the conscience and the soul… but I also believe that all the religions I know just present dogmas about those questions… and no real answers.