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Thursday, February 25, 2016

The Deeper Voice

Hello Guys!

Today's post was going to be about something else, but I got inspired by a short conversation I heard.

Casual day, casual people. Nothing to be inspired by. I went from the Pet store to the pharmacy. Nothing to be inspired by, I thought. However when I was about to leave the pharmacy a woman came up to the counter.
'Can I buy some antidepressants?', she murmured.
'What exactly do you mean?', the pharmacist asked
'Or vitamins, Something to cheer up'
'Are they for you?'
'No', she answered looking for words, 'they're for my daughter'.





Those words touched me. The sadness of a mother caused by the sadness of her daughter. While walking back home I thought how this situation would be described in a book.

I looked up and asked her politely 'Are you into art? Have you noticed that the most appreciated paintings are those with depth?', she continued uncertainly.
'Maybe that's what's missing in your daughter's life. Maybe she's a Mondian. Maybe the colours in her painting make you think it represents happiness.' I paused. 'It's visible that there is no depth, however the bright colours blind you. There is no depth in her. She represents the sadness after war. Maybe all she needs to do is draw her life with more depth.'


The woman looked at me confused.

'Help her to paint a new masterpiece. She cannot burn the present one. Let her keep it. Only remember, not to let her use the primary colours only. Her painting doesn't need to look happy. Her painting needs depth.'



MissCherry xo

Monday, February 15, 2016

Obrigado!

Dear Portugal,

I am back from you and you were particularly inspiring. I don't even know where to start, but be ready because I am going to give you many compliments. After all it was Valentine's Day yesterday. 

I cannot even explain what I like about you, so I suppose that this is love. I could stay there for a while. It's a pity that it rained continuously, but at least it was warm rain and quite warm wind. 





We started by going to the Lisbon museum to understand the history of the city and the country. I enjoyed the fact that almost all my senses were activated. Listening to the audio guide. Watching the videos and decor. Smelling the spices from the ancient Portuguese colonies & feeling the earthquake from 1755. It was not too short, nor too long. 
Afterwards we went to the Rua Augusta Arch and saw the panorama of the city. Also when we were landing, we saw the beautiful hilly landscape. 







To explore the most important spots we hopped on the red bus. It went from the centre through the Praça do Comércio and towards the Belém quarter. What fascinates me the most about Lisbon is the mixture. Dilapidated buildings and ornate buildings right next to it. San Francisco and Rio de Janeiro in one city. The casual European city with exotic plants decorating it, like palm trees or orange trees. I loved it.














Of course I noticed many differences. The prices, the restaurants, the people and of course the language. The second day we were sitting in the famous tram 28 while trying to find a nice restaurant. We tried to leave the tram, but it rode so fast and we didn't know that you have to ring, haha! So we were basically trying to get off for at least 4 stops, but we didn't know how. After all we got off and noticed the long queue in front of Cervejaria Ramiro. We waited around 15 minutes, but it was worth the wait. It's all about seafood. The waiter was very kind and we didn't have to wait long for our food. It was fresh and delicious. 
The second day we were simply walking around and we noticed a door recommended many times by Michelin. It was the Solar dos Nunes restaurant. As we had already eaten breakfast, we weren't hungry, so we drank coffee at the counter, like the Portugese do. The prices were also low compared to Belgium. One coffee cost 1 euro, while in Belgium it would cost at least 2.50 euros at such a fancy restaurant. 

Portugese people are so warm, open and friendly. While we were walking a lady left the florist with a bouquet of flowers and she was like: "Smell these flowers, don't you think they are beautiful? They are beautiful!"The day before while we were at a restaurant it was someone's birthday and they started singing and the lady turned around and she encouraged us to clap our hands, hahaha! They are a little loud, but at least they enjoy life and are very kind. 

When it comes to Portugese, I don't know where to start. As I learned quite many languages, I knew what to do or where to go when I saw the words, but the way they pronounce these letters. OH MY LORD. When we were looking for our Hotel, we had to get off the bus at the Rossio stop. We thought we arrived, but the way the driver pronounced this word I felt lost. After all I asked him is he's trying to say Rossio and he said yes!

I also learned some words. The most difficult one is pineapple. Like Abacaxi, that doesn't even look like Ananas. But I do remember Rua which means street, Pão which means bread, Bom dia and Olá, adiós and of course OBRIGADO! Someone needs to tell me what that means, because in my opinion you can use it whenever you want. To say Thank you, here you are and even goodbye. I don't get it, but I also said it constantly. But do women say Obrigada? I have no clue. I said Obrigado. 

The night life was great. The city was wide awake at 3AM and I felt safe everywhere, while I would feel in extreme danger in Brussels, haha! The only minus were the drug dealers who came up to you and asked if you wanted to buy drugs, but it only happened once (which was actually already too much for me), but whatever. They weren't aggressive, they simply hissed between their teeth Hashish? Marijuana? And once you said no, they didn't insist too long.

Let's end this with a nice thing, so the Pastéis de Nata were delicious. I ate at least 6 of those, no joke! I also went to the famous Pastéis de Belém bakery and YUM! Crowdy, but again -- worth the wait!



Obrigado Portugal for being awesome! See you soon hopefully,

Love,

MissCherry xo

P.S. Here are some other pictures I took of the City!






















The one and only Chopin!


My glasses with a special effect. 














This is in the famous tram 28, in which we were stuck for a little too long, haha!



P.P.S. We also went to the Berardo museum, which we couldn't find as I thought it was the Bernardo Museum. If you're into art, here are some of the paintings 



















 && Here are some of my Masterpieces! 









MissCherryxo

Monday, February 8, 2016

Little Miss Independent

Hi Guys!

Today is Blog Post 7 out of 7! That means I achieved my first goal! However, I don't know if I should put 1 euro or 7 euros in my piggy-bank. Hmmm, I'll put 7 euros and if I am gonna need 6 euros, I'll take them out and change the rules. 


I am writing this in my bed on my iPod, while being half asleep as I'm tired and I have to get up at 5AM tomorrow. 6 hours of sleep should be enough. #NOT But let's give it a shot! Today's post will be about something that I am working on myself. That is Independence.


I am a quiet girl, but it's funny, because I am quite wild as well. Like every girl I have so many personalities. The personality in formal situations - observant and polite. The one in social situations - mysterious and witty. & the one at home - wild and free.


That's how it works: at home I make the greatest plans and once I go somewhere I am so different sometimes.





Like for example, two weeks ago, I heard about the opening of an exhibition in the European Parliament. I wanted to go so badly, but my Mom couldn't go as she was working. "What now?", I thought. Not going -- how lame is that? So of course, I signed in to go! I chose my outfit, I had a day off from learning, everything was perfect. However, all the good things come to an end and that also happened to my confidence. Literally 5 minutes before arriving, I called my Mom and said that I can't go there and that it makes no sense. I said that I don't need to be there and that I'm just going back home. My Mom knows me and she know that I have these sudden panic attacks every time I have a challenge in front of me. She reassured me and veni, vidi, vici like Caesar said.

Another time I was looking for a job and unfortunately I didn't find it, but I have gained confidence. I had to enter a building that was under high security. I walked past it about 5 times to find the entrance and every possible entrance was closed. Of course I called my Mom to tell her that I'm going back home, haha! ALWAYS. She said I should ring on a bell or wait until somebody leaves the building and ask them how to enter. That's what I did! The lady in the lobby was very friendly and she even reassured me and told me that I'm doing  the right thing. 



You see, my hands shake and my voice trembles sometimes too, but that's how you become more independent. I think it's much more important than confidence.

I know that friends and boyfriends give you this positive energy and you feel loved and on cloud nine. However, these relationships don't usually last a lifetime. I wish they did, but from my own experience I know they don't. Maybe I'm a heartless person, but I don't think I am. That's why I work on myself and I don't let other people define me too much. I try to find beauty in myself by achieving my own goals. I try to make others happy, but I don't want to depend on others. This is one of the main reasons why you feel empty when those special people leave. I want you to be happy and independent. Light up the darkness in your soul by finding sunshine in inspiring people, in your own achievements and in the beautiful things in this world. 






I encourage you to enumerate all your achievements until now. Also find the bright side of failures. Every cloud has a silver lining, right? 




I wish you the best,


MissCherry xo