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A saga continua: mais três exemplares, sempre o mesmo modelo…

just came from my internship presentation. i am now officially a graduated engineer.

why does it always feels so empty?

• Do you still remember how fun it was to run after a bouncing ball? Now imagine 250.000 multi-coloured bouncy balls running down the street. That’s the new Sony commercial and even has an website for itself with the full length commercial, making of, mp3 music and lot’s of goodies - a must see (via ensaio geral).
• In my blog feeds I’ve a special category for blogs that I only visit for the pictures. Cute Overload is my lastest addition and match’s exactly that section, but be warned: you might be tempted to run to the nearest pet shop after visiting it.
• And speaking about cute things, if you think a rabbit is no more than a fluffy little animal or that at most, it can be a pet: you are completely wrong. They can do a lot more than that. Rabbit hopping seems to be quite a popular sport in Denmark which holds the honorable world records for rabbit long and high jump, 300 and 99.5 centimeters respectively. If you think it’s a joke (I did at first), have a look at their performance, and if you ever consider getting into it seriously, here is a place to start.
• And to end, two brilliant ads for some reality check.

jeezz, what a weekend… it has been some years since the last time I had to attend to someones wedding, and I nearly forgot why I hate it so much. Not that I have something against weddings itself - I couldn’t care less about it -, but the celebration afterwards, in particular the traditional lunch-dinner is quite something. Wedding celebrations are probably one of those things that vary a lot from country to country; the only ones I know are the typical portuguese and I like to call them: eating marathons.

The starting line is at the bride and fiancé houses (depending with whom you are family or acquaintance with) over some appetizers. There, you’ll find cheese&ham, general pastries, pâté, random cookies and whatever fits in small dishes to fill a large table with them. After everybody had his own full-body photo with the yet-to-be-married by some nifty corner of the house, and the table is nearly empty, everybody gets packed in cars and heads to the ceremony. The event, itself, lasts from twenty minutes to one hour, and always ends in a “surprise” rice shower over the newlywed *.

That done, the new checkpoint is by some greenish background where each couple or person takes another full-body photo, now with new couple and their new hair decoration; this lengthy session is proportional to the amount of guests and is not optional to anyone. Photographer happy, time to head to the next checkpoint: a carefully prepared food fest where the main event takes place.

From my experience abroad, I’ve learned that portuguese people typically eats, well, a lot; and when one starts to eat in appetizers as much as his typical meal, you can guess where he’s going to. Imagine an all you can eat restaurant but with no medium-low quality food: only with bold, tasty, delicious, yummy, i-must-have-a-bit-of-that-too, nobody-dislikes-this kind of dishes. When I said earlier it was a lunch-dinner, it wasn’t because it can be either, but because it can be both: it can last for hours non-stop. It actually gets to a point where it can be disgusting (to me at least), seeing all that ingestion having for finishing line, the physical limits of the body, with everybody trying to cross it.

Of course my opinion is biased due to my limited experience (thank goodness) on this events, and I’m sure this is changing although there are still a big amount of them like this, the old way. Oh, nearly forgot: it’s normal to include some car honking along the way and for the fearless, there’s some dancing by the end (don’t ask me how).

I hope no one else in my family is thinking about getting merried anytime soon: I’m not going, not even if I have to apologize to the whole family. Thank you, but not thank you.

* If one day I get married, I’ll do it in an hot-air balloon; thus, I’ll be the one throwing rice over the guests, when landing :D

Getting home soaked from the rain or being almost run over by swarms of bikes are things nobody wishes for their vacations. Well… I do. And if I add to that the wandering through the streets, the walking by the dutch canals, driving a bike to everywhere, witnessing and feeling a different culture - that can give me a natural high, and no - I didn’t went to the coffee shops. :)

Moreover, to get to know people from all around the world and live with them, again, in an exchange student spirit, swapping awareness of different realities and ways of thinking, stretching and breaking the boundaries that a settled mental string can easily create, both in the differences and the similarities - and smile at how well everything mixes… Oh, and vla! Vla was the cherry on the top of an already perfect vacations.

Hokey, an houseboat dinner, stroopwaffles, homemade vla, crazy Italians moo-ing on their bikes, v&d, stubborn bike locks, vla, dark mysterious toilets, snel trains, strippenkaarts, vla, tips.NL, tschuess papa and vla - I told you before about vla, right?

Twelve days scattered between Groningen, Amsterdam and of course, Utrecht, were enough to make a breakpoint on my life and put myself together. I believe I needed this to strength old convictions and decisions regarding my future; there seems to be an haze in this country that gets into my head and changes it’s pace and granularity. Finding a way to move abroad is becoming an even higher priority.

If it wasn’t for my lil’p thread, this blog might have been buried some time ago. I’ve set so many stupid restrictions on myself regarding this blog - no lyrics, no poems, no “fast-food” posts, no general geekness, no general linking, no triviality of the day, no yet another blog talking about it - that it ended up being a no posting blog.

This is a cease and desist letter to my self-moderation skills; a wake up call to start a rescue operation on a numb blog; and also, yet another post about a dying blog to start the rule breaking around here.

Stand-by.