A nice suggestion for breakfast on sunday - Oatmeal

3/4 cup soja milk

3/4 cup water

1/2 cup oat

A hand full of goji berries

1 table spoon chia seeds

1 banana 

This is probably one of my favorite breakfast options, not really portuguese, neither german but still a favorite learned in Britain a long long time ago. I´m used to cook in the morning, when I have time muesli, but this was something I prepared yesterday just because I suddenly remembered  the light and sweet taste of it and it was a valid choice, because it´s healthy as well.

All you have to do is heating the milk till it starts bubbling, then add oat and all the other ingredients. On low heat continue adding all the other ingredients till it has the consistency shown in the last picture.

It can take a couple of minutes till the water evaporates, so you can write some messages, watch some videos but be carefull and take a look at it every now and then, because it burns easily at the bottom.

Finish it with cinnamon, it just tastes delicious! :D

Wish you all a nice and sunny sunday  :)

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Does the word reharmonize exist?

Yesterday at the end of the day, I left my job, took the bus home, and after some issues catching the right bus to take, I was sitting there and next to me on the other side of the bus was sitting a guy wearing merrel shoes, bege paints and a black jacket, writting on his phone and gesticulating like crazy with his hands. Nothing really strange so far, I'm used to face a lot of weirdos, since I moved to Lisbon. At some point, since we were practically alone in the bus and the only productive thing I was doing was basically looking around but not really observing something in particular - things you do in those instances of your life were it would be possible to dance but you don't because otherwise some day you may up ending in some psychiatric hospital, not really knowing why, so you just fit in and be a vegetal of our society in this precised moment you know? Anyway.. everything was fine till the point where the guy started making some sounds, in a tone scale that only a near sitting person would be able to capture. So he got my attention and I looked at him with a big question mark over my head, waiting for him somehow to notice that this was an awkward moment for me and stop doing it. 

Nice try.. I started obseving the guy and all of the stuff he has put on the seat in front of him, there was a big red swiss knife sticking on the fabrics of the seat.. I was looking at the knife, looking at him and so on and from nowhere he asked me in a really pleasant tone something like: "girl, does the word reharmonize exists?" 

And I just answered (without really knowing the correct answer): "why not? it makes sense, like taking back the harmony when something is not balanced".

There the guy got me thinking.. and I told myself, I unconsciously was judging him by his appearence, he looked really like a violent person. What a different it makes when you open your mouth and project what you really are. Not really comon these days, everyone seemed to live by themselves without really sharing who they are and that´s why we just see them as the person we judge, from a group of persons we used to know. I guess the big city life gets you small minded. Reharmonizing makes more and more sense to me :)

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Eyecatcher or not..

Rings, rings and more rings.

I never was a ring wearing person, because rings were never something what I liked seeing on me.

This is basically because I don´t really like my fingers, they are short,thick and not really feminine in my opinion. So not wearing rings would also not push the attention to something you won´t people to notice, so... I did pretty well I guess ;)

Neither it would be very practical, because not far away in the past, doing stuff with them, like painting, skulpturing, working with clothes was my everyday life, and so it was always better not to have them.

But now..

... something changed a couple of months ago. I started seeing more and more jewellery pictures and since back then a transformation has started in my point of view mostly due to the fact that the concept of wearing rings has also changed.

What I discovered and started appreciating as well, was how the pieces turned really light and decent.

It´s not really the eyecatcher anymore, but you need actually to take a look closer to find something on the skin. 

Details like those ones shown in the pics I collected from here and there, are in fact really really pretty and will look nice on everyone, also on people like me with Shrek hands ;P

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And it's getting warmer..

Today I stayed up almost 20 minutes earlier than yesterday and could take a longer walk with Iggy and Paul. It seemed that this week has potencial for free time at the sun.. I start having spring feelings ;) yeahh! I want my flip flops, my feet are about to die in boots..

I'm having breakfast now, before I start working, sitting in a café trying to concentrate in writting.. What about all those people eating with their mouth open and talking so damn loud? Where there is a portuguese there seemed always to be a fair as well.. ;)

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Everything's gonna be alright!

Começar a semana com um longo banho pela manhã um batido green servico pelo (L), e umas selfies para mandar à mamã tiradas no autocarro, não é muito, mas para a je/moi é o quanto basta para ter um bom começo pela manhã. Desejo uma boa semana a todos vós e muita luz! *chuack

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Eu na minha versão de avatar..

 

A terminar o fim de semana a ver na TV o filme 'I am legend', estou a pensar em como nomear a semana passada com o melhor título...

Entre: 'a 5425milésima semana de cão da minha vida' e 'chewbacca e o seu lado feminino' a 'O ovni que plantou um avatar em lisboa e se esqueceu do mesmo'

O azul veio para ficar, não só na rua a florir como também na minha cara..

Vou explicar o porquê de tal transformação: abracei a semana com a experiencia mais entusiasmante que uma mulher possa ter

ter (daquelas que se repetem consecutivamente uma vez por mês), depois este tempo maravilhoso que até dá vontade de chorar, a minha conta bancaria mais parece uma caixa registadora, ao final do dia vai fundo maneio vai tudo o que tenha para pagar despesas e mais despesas e tirar prazer da vida? 

To be continued..

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