Eu vou fazer um curso de um ano de Graphic&Web Design né?! Mas mto antes de decidir isso eu conheci uma Koreana q se formou nisso. Aí perguntei p ela se ela achava q p fazer esse curso era necessário saber desenhar... O que ela me disse é q saber desenhar ajuda mas não é essencial. Me senti melhor com isso.
Mas a verdade é q eu me lembro de saber desenhar quando era menor... Fazia uns bichinhos e até seres humanos. Nunca me esqueci de uma vez q desenhei a minha vó, olhando p ela claro e fcou perfeito! Sim perfeito p quem nunca fez nada além das aulas ed arte do colégio ou teve qqr orientação foi a primeira vez e ficou bom!
Aí de uns tempos p cá nunca mais desenhei e hj quando tento vira um desastre! Mas eu sei desenhar isso eu sei! Se eu fazia quando era pequena eu sei só tenho q me desenferrujar essa é a verdade...
Agora entra o q eu quero falar de verdade... Outro dia tava tentando chegar em um lugar e e perdi, e fui parar em frente à uma loja. Tava tão revoltada q pensei "ah se eu vim até aqui agora vou descer do carro e entrar nessa loja aí". Aí entrando na loja no lado esquerdo tinha porta retratos de todos os tipos um mais legal q o outro! E do lado direito?? Tudo para desenhar!! E telas e tintas e lápis e td!! Fiquei emocionada!!
Aí vi um livro chamado: "Drawing Technques for Absolute Beginers" aí eu pensei humm essa sou eu. Aí já tava levando o livro mais um kitzinho com os principais materiais necessários. Nada caro juro. Aí q vem a parte não levei sabe pq?
Pq na minha mente só veio a voz da minha mãe:
- Ah Gabriela não inventa moda vai?! P q isso? P q inventar? Vc não desenhou até agora vai dizer q agora va começar? Então começa com o q tem em casa não precsa disso agora! Aí se for o caso mais tarde volta e compra... e blábláblá!
Gente fiquei chocada com a força q essa voz veio na minha cabeça a ponto de não me permitir comprar!! Não comprei larguei lá! Sem querer largar me convenci q a voz da minha mãe tava certa! Nunca desenhei não vai ser agora q vou começar!
Ai ai nem sei se vou contar isso a ela algum dia! Ela sempre fica meia assim quando eu conto um sonho p ela e ela é a vilão no sonho! Q q eu vou fazer não controlo os sonhos... Imagina se eu conto um troço desses p ela? Não não...
Só p esclarecer: Eu nào acho minha mãe uma vilã! Ela é a melhor mãe do mundo p mim eu amo muito ela!
A voz deve ser reflexo de alguma situação na minha infância q ela disse algo do tipo e marcou... Vai ver eu acreditava q faria e ela não... Aí marcou p sempre fazer o q né?! Não a culpo de maneira nenhuma!
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
Atlântida
Ahh Atlântida lugar totalmente nostálgico! Seu mar chocolate, toddynho ou nescau como preferir são inesquevcíveis!
Esse é outro lugar q faz parte da minha infância completamente óbvio!! Eu tenho mais primos por parte de pai q por parte de mãe e a minha avó paterna tinha (e tem até hj) uma casa na praia o q acontecia?? Férias de verão tava sempre todo mundo lá batendo ponto! Era divertidíssimo!
As vezes chovia a semana inteira e mesmo assim era legal!
As vezes tinha escorpião aí a genet tacava álcool e acenda um fósforo p matar! Hehe e o escorpião sempre morre com a cauda na cabeça... Eu não sei pq mas meus primos used to say that t was because it would rather kill himself than de burned... I never knew a scorpion could feel such a thing... But I believe in that untill today!
Sometimes there are spiders! They were huge and hairy!! I remember one in the garage! We were having a barnecue and my uncle saw it (btw he is afraid of spider aracnofobi) and step on it. The spider had a very big butt, and when my uncle steped on it we found out why!! She (it was a she) was pregnant! Suddenly many little spider came out of the smashed butt and started to run away!! Solution? Alcohol and fire offcourse!
It was a massacre of bugs!! I loved it.
When it rained we could not go to the beach. So we would stay at home watching tv eating brigadeiros, bolos, pavê, alguns comiam sagu tbém eu não curtia muito... Ahh e claro q o to do picolé e da casquinha trabalhavam mesmo com chuva e quando eles passavam era mais uma sessão comilança!!
Then at night in these rainy days we would hunter frogs actually pererecas hehe!! Sim eu tinha coragem pegava na mão e tudo! Teve até uma vez q eu resolvi adotar uma. É q depois da caçada a gente devolvia tudo no jardim. Mas essa eu adotei ela era preta e pequena acho q era novnha pareca ter um resto de cauda na bunda. Eu colocava ela no meu travesseiro!! Que nojo! Hoje em dia eu tenho tremendo pavor desse bicho se eu vejo no banheiro saio gritando! E pensar q fui eu q tirei o nojo da minha prima Marina e fiz ela ter coragem de pegar numa pela primeira vez!
A memória q eu tenho é de um monte de perereca na sala a gente resolveu brincar com elas dentro de casa um dia hahaha! Meus primos pegavam rã tbém isso a gente não pegava pq dziam q o xixi dela é venenoso... Eu nem sei se rã faz xixi... Mas é mais uma coisa q eu acredto até hj...
Minha mãe disse q eles convenciam a gente a soltar os bichos p gente ter o q fazer na noite seguinte se não a gente ia acabar com todas as perercas e fim da brincadeira! E haja brincadeira p preencher dias chuvosos, e portanto sem praia, na vida de uma criança!
Ai ai era o máximo. Teve a a época q todo mundo já tinha ido p a Disney menos EU ai aquilo era horrível! Ficava todo mundo conversando sobre os brinquedos q tinham ido e tal aí quando eu queria opinar era sempre "ah tu não foi tu não sabe como é". Uma droga! Até a minha prima Marina q tinha ido com 5 anos ficava inventando q lembrava de tudo!
Tinha a Paragassú uma rua super movimentada e perigosa eramos proibídos de atravessar sem um adulto!
E tinha a Verusca uma amiginha minha e da Marina minha prima como já falei. A gente gostava de dizer q tinha uma irmã caçula q era alérgica a luz solar, por isso elas estavam sempre no nosso colo mas enroladas em cobertor e ela nunca podia ver! Até hj eu não sei se ela acreditava nessa mentirada ou fingia q acreditava só p ser nossa amiga...
Tinha tbém o seu Jorge e a Iaia (q Deus os tenha). A Iaia sempre dava um dinherinho p gente tomar sorvete ou comer crepe e liberava o seu Jorge p nos levar era o máximo! Ah e teve a vez q agente acampou no jardim da casa da Iaia! E no meio da noite eu fiquei com medo q quis r p casa! O q foi gente? Acampar no jardim pode ser muito assustador tá?!
Minha brigas memoráveis com a Má, ameças de fazer tamancos voar na outra! O vizinho q fazia sonhos deliciosos!! A casa do sino, q tinha os meninos q jogavam futebol q nossas irmãs achavam lindos e a gente fingia q achava tbém apesar de nem ter idade p ser ligada nessas coisas ainda... Cada veraneio a gente fazia novas amizades com as crianças q alugavam as casas em volta... Ah tinha o Planeta Atlântida! Eu fui no show dos Mamonas Assassinas! Meu primeiro namorado... M
Foi em Atlântida tbém q eu conheci a tal da fitinha "Lembrança do Nosso Senhor do Bonfm da Bahia". Foi a Juliana minha prima q regula com a minha irmã em idade q me mostrou. Aí me explicou a história dos três pedidos e tal. Aí ok ela me falou q ia amarrar uma na minha mão p eu fazer os pedidos. Eu não sei quantos anos eu tinha nessa ocasião mas eu devia ser muito pequena tipo 3 anos pq meus pedidos eu me lembro até hoje foram:
1- Um Pato
2- Um Elefante
3- Uma Girafa
Gente q raio de pedidos são esses??? Hahahah!
Atlântida foi especial e sempre será inesquecível p mim!
Esse é outro lugar q faz parte da minha infância completamente óbvio!! Eu tenho mais primos por parte de pai q por parte de mãe e a minha avó paterna tinha (e tem até hj) uma casa na praia o q acontecia?? Férias de verão tava sempre todo mundo lá batendo ponto! Era divertidíssimo!
As vezes chovia a semana inteira e mesmo assim era legal!
As vezes tinha escorpião aí a genet tacava álcool e acenda um fósforo p matar! Hehe e o escorpião sempre morre com a cauda na cabeça... Eu não sei pq mas meus primos used to say that t was because it would rather kill himself than de burned... I never knew a scorpion could feel such a thing... But I believe in that untill today!
Sometimes there are spiders! They were huge and hairy!! I remember one in the garage! We were having a barnecue and my uncle saw it (btw he is afraid of spider aracnofobi) and step on it. The spider had a very big butt, and when my uncle steped on it we found out why!! She (it was a she) was pregnant! Suddenly many little spider came out of the smashed butt and started to run away!! Solution? Alcohol and fire offcourse!
It was a massacre of bugs!! I loved it.
When it rained we could not go to the beach. So we would stay at home watching tv eating brigadeiros, bolos, pavê, alguns comiam sagu tbém eu não curtia muito... Ahh e claro q o to do picolé e da casquinha trabalhavam mesmo com chuva e quando eles passavam era mais uma sessão comilança!!
Then at night in these rainy days we would hunter frogs actually pererecas hehe!! Sim eu tinha coragem pegava na mão e tudo! Teve até uma vez q eu resolvi adotar uma. É q depois da caçada a gente devolvia tudo no jardim. Mas essa eu adotei ela era preta e pequena acho q era novnha pareca ter um resto de cauda na bunda. Eu colocava ela no meu travesseiro!! Que nojo! Hoje em dia eu tenho tremendo pavor desse bicho se eu vejo no banheiro saio gritando! E pensar q fui eu q tirei o nojo da minha prima Marina e fiz ela ter coragem de pegar numa pela primeira vez!
A memória q eu tenho é de um monte de perereca na sala a gente resolveu brincar com elas dentro de casa um dia hahaha! Meus primos pegavam rã tbém isso a gente não pegava pq dziam q o xixi dela é venenoso... Eu nem sei se rã faz xixi... Mas é mais uma coisa q eu acredto até hj...
Minha mãe disse q eles convenciam a gente a soltar os bichos p gente ter o q fazer na noite seguinte se não a gente ia acabar com todas as perercas e fim da brincadeira! E haja brincadeira p preencher dias chuvosos, e portanto sem praia, na vida de uma criança!
Ai ai era o máximo. Teve a a época q todo mundo já tinha ido p a Disney menos EU ai aquilo era horrível! Ficava todo mundo conversando sobre os brinquedos q tinham ido e tal aí quando eu queria opinar era sempre "ah tu não foi tu não sabe como é". Uma droga! Até a minha prima Marina q tinha ido com 5 anos ficava inventando q lembrava de tudo!
Tinha a Paragassú uma rua super movimentada e perigosa eramos proibídos de atravessar sem um adulto!
E tinha a Verusca uma amiginha minha e da Marina minha prima como já falei. A gente gostava de dizer q tinha uma irmã caçula q era alérgica a luz solar, por isso elas estavam sempre no nosso colo mas enroladas em cobertor e ela nunca podia ver! Até hj eu não sei se ela acreditava nessa mentirada ou fingia q acreditava só p ser nossa amiga...
Tinha tbém o seu Jorge e a Iaia (q Deus os tenha). A Iaia sempre dava um dinherinho p gente tomar sorvete ou comer crepe e liberava o seu Jorge p nos levar era o máximo! Ah e teve a vez q agente acampou no jardim da casa da Iaia! E no meio da noite eu fiquei com medo q quis r p casa! O q foi gente? Acampar no jardim pode ser muito assustador tá?!
Minha brigas memoráveis com a Má, ameças de fazer tamancos voar na outra! O vizinho q fazia sonhos deliciosos!! A casa do sino, q tinha os meninos q jogavam futebol q nossas irmãs achavam lindos e a gente fingia q achava tbém apesar de nem ter idade p ser ligada nessas coisas ainda... Cada veraneio a gente fazia novas amizades com as crianças q alugavam as casas em volta... Ah tinha o Planeta Atlântida! Eu fui no show dos Mamonas Assassinas! Meu primeiro namorado... M
Foi em Atlântida tbém q eu conheci a tal da fitinha "Lembrança do Nosso Senhor do Bonfm da Bahia". Foi a Juliana minha prima q regula com a minha irmã em idade q me mostrou. Aí me explicou a história dos três pedidos e tal. Aí ok ela me falou q ia amarrar uma na minha mão p eu fazer os pedidos. Eu não sei quantos anos eu tinha nessa ocasião mas eu devia ser muito pequena tipo 3 anos pq meus pedidos eu me lembro até hoje foram:
1- Um Pato
2- Um Elefante
3- Uma Girafa
Gente q raio de pedidos são esses??? Hahahah!
Atlântida foi especial e sempre será inesquecível p mim!
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
??
This is a very short memory, actually it is almost a confession... I think...
Since I was very little I thought I was adopted. People used to say that I looked like my mom very much, and I would always think they said that so I would not find out the truth.
I do not know why I just had this feeling, I mean this feeling that maybe something or everything around me is a lie, that life could not be that good or that easy...
That is it for now
Since I was very little I thought I was adopted. People used to say that I looked like my mom very much, and I would always think they said that so I would not find out the truth.
I do not know why I just had this feeling, I mean this feeling that maybe something or everything around me is a lie, that life could not be that good or that easy...
That is it for now
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Vacations
As every regular child I loved vacations specially at summer time!
The best place to spend my vacations was at my grandma's house! I could be all by myself or with cousins that was definately the best place to be! She would buy everything that I liked to eat and spoil me all the time.
And when I was very little and my mom decided it was time to quit pacifier and nursing bottle. I agreed (I do not remember how was this whole process). So when I just got to my grandma's home for vacations, she told me to open the drawer of the kitchens locker and there I found a bottle and a pacifier. That was amazing! So she said: "At my home you can choose if and when you want to quit!"
My grandma was the best ever!!!
The best place to spend my vacations was at my grandma's house! I could be all by myself or with cousins that was definately the best place to be! She would buy everything that I liked to eat and spoil me all the time.
And when I was very little and my mom decided it was time to quit pacifier and nursing bottle. I agreed (I do not remember how was this whole process). So when I just got to my grandma's home for vacations, she told me to open the drawer of the kitchens locker and there I found a bottle and a pacifier. That was amazing! So she said: "At my home you can choose if and when you want to quit!"
My grandma was the best ever!!!
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Shocking Situation
I remember about a shocking situation in my life. I was walking with my dog when I was around 11 years old. And I saw a homeless getting closer to the garbage. He started to grab things in the trash can, that was not new for me at all I have seen this before but the shocking thing was that he ate some of the things he grabed from the trash can!
I felt so bad about that situation that I had no reaction, and I felt kind of guilty I do not know why actually. I felt even worse when I thought that not even my dog used to eat food from the trash can and there was a homeless, a human being eating others humans crumbles.
This memory is really sad. I think that I kept it because it was the first time I felt guilty for a situation that in a certain way I did not provocked
I felt so bad about that situation that I had no reaction, and I felt kind of guilty I do not know why actually. I felt even worse when I thought that not even my dog used to eat food from the trash can and there was a homeless, a human being eating others humans crumbles.
This memory is really sad. I think that I kept it because it was the first time I felt guilty for a situation that in a certain way I did not provocked
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
New Neighbors
I would love to post chronological things but it is practically impossible since my memories come up and go without any logic.
Well I moved many times from city to city in my childhood let's see... 4 times actually. Sometimes I even think that this is the reason why I am so shy... I mean it may have stunted my "making friends anywhere" skills. Because when I think in my past I remember I was a very sociable child. Ok here am I losing the point of this post and trying at the same time blame something else besides myself for being so quiet. But anyway this post has something to do with it.
When I had just moved in to the second city the new neighbors (little girls like me) went to my home and my mom told then to come in (I was 5 years old). They went there and explained that they heard they had new neighbors and all, so they were there to welcome me!
I do not remember this fact very well what I do remember is that I did not spoke a word, and my mom and sister did all the talking. When the girls left my mom and sister looked at me and said that I was anti social, that the girls were there to welcome me and I did not say a word and that this was not a good way to make new friends and blah blah blah.
I felt really bad after that and started thinking about what I should have done, what is kind of useless after the situation happened.
This memory ends up here. Well when I think about it I realize that my mom and sis did not help me at all only criticizing my behavior...
Then there is another recall that I have from that week I guess. I was hanging out in the stairway (I lived in a building) with these girls and we were talking about ages and I said "I am going to turn 6" as if it would made me a very grown up and wise woman. Hahaha that was cute...
Well I moved many times from city to city in my childhood let's see... 4 times actually. Sometimes I even think that this is the reason why I am so shy... I mean it may have stunted my "making friends anywhere" skills. Because when I think in my past I remember I was a very sociable child. Ok here am I losing the point of this post and trying at the same time blame something else besides myself for being so quiet. But anyway this post has something to do with it.
When I had just moved in to the second city the new neighbors (little girls like me) went to my home and my mom told then to come in (I was 5 years old). They went there and explained that they heard they had new neighbors and all, so they were there to welcome me!
I do not remember this fact very well what I do remember is that I did not spoke a word, and my mom and sister did all the talking. When the girls left my mom and sister looked at me and said that I was anti social, that the girls were there to welcome me and I did not say a word and that this was not a good way to make new friends and blah blah blah.
I felt really bad after that and started thinking about what I should have done, what is kind of useless after the situation happened.
This memory ends up here. Well when I think about it I realize that my mom and sis did not help me at all only criticizing my behavior...
Then there is another recall that I have from that week I guess. I was hanging out in the stairway (I lived in a building) with these girls and we were talking about ages and I said "I am going to turn 6" as if it would made me a very grown up and wise woman. Hahaha that was cute...
Friday, July 10, 2009
The Day I Was Born
Hum I guess that before telling my first memory I should have talked a little bit about the day that I was born off course I dont remmeber it but my parents told me. And I am going tell you now:
When my mom was about to deliver me there was a problem going on that the doctor could not identify the reason. So he just said to my dad that he would try to save one of us, and left the room. Imagine how my dad felt??!! What a insensible doctor!
While my dad was going crazy at the waiting room the doctor did the caesarian, and I was born healthy! But with the smallest umbilical cord that this doctor had ever seen (it was 20cm or 7.9 inches). So every time my mom had a contraction my heart would bit too high and the doc could not get why... and my cord's size was the problem actually.
Happy ending! My dad did not become a single dad and/or widower.
I am the youngest child I have a sister that is 6 years older than me. And just to add she wanted me to be a boy, she got really disapointed when she met me... I do not know if it is for this reason or any other but for a long time I believed that she did not like me but hopefully some years ago I found out she does! What is very nice to know because I love her.
Humm the last but not the least thing that I want to tell you is that my family is the most important thing in the world to me.
When my mom was about to deliver me there was a problem going on that the doctor could not identify the reason. So he just said to my dad that he would try to save one of us, and left the room. Imagine how my dad felt??!! What a insensible doctor!
While my dad was going crazy at the waiting room the doctor did the caesarian, and I was born healthy! But with the smallest umbilical cord that this doctor had ever seen (it was 20cm or 7.9 inches). So every time my mom had a contraction my heart would bit too high and the doc could not get why... and my cord's size was the problem actually.
Happy ending! My dad did not become a single dad and/or widower.
I am the youngest child I have a sister that is 6 years older than me. And just to add she wanted me to be a boy, she got really disapointed when she met me... I do not know if it is for this reason or any other but for a long time I believed that she did not like me but hopefully some years ago I found out she does! What is very nice to know because I love her.
Humm the last but not the least thing that I want to tell you is that my family is the most important thing in the world to me.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
The Very First
The very firt memory that I have of my life is something that I did when I was three years old.
This is it:
When I was three years old I went to a store with my mom and saw a snoopy's hair lace. I asked my mom to buy me she said no... But I had already decided that I would have it. I went were it was (a balcony made of glass) open the small door, there were two women looking at the things inside, so I made the most "I know what I am doing" face and grabbed the hair lace. I close my hand so nobody else would see it and left the store with my mom...
After this episode, I had some memories of hiding and later wearing my snoopy's hair lace.
Since I got a little confused about this second part of the hair lace's memory I asked my mom if she remembered and what happened after.
She got really surprised to know that I still remeber it. She told me that I told her later what I did, and she gave me a good scolding and told me to never ever do that again that it was wrong and etc, but she did not turned it back to the store. That is why I remember using it.
By the way my mom's good scolding worked, I never did it again.
This is it:
When I was three years old I went to a store with my mom and saw a snoopy's hair lace. I asked my mom to buy me she said no... But I had already decided that I would have it. I went were it was (a balcony made of glass) open the small door, there were two women looking at the things inside, so I made the most "I know what I am doing" face and grabbed the hair lace. I close my hand so nobody else would see it and left the store with my mom...
After this episode, I had some memories of hiding and later wearing my snoopy's hair lace.
Since I got a little confused about this second part of the hair lace's memory I asked my mom if she remembered and what happened after.
She got really surprised to know that I still remeber it. She told me that I told her later what I did, and she gave me a good scolding and told me to never ever do that again that it was wrong and etc, but she did not turned it back to the store. That is why I remember using it.
By the way my mom's good scolding worked, I never did it again.
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