Human losses (not 9/11-related)

People, as everything else in our lives, come and go - and there's not much we can do about it. We all have lost someone, even if it's only one friend. And I don't mean only the beloved ones who die. I mean everyone that was a part of our life and was somewhere left behind.

There are always human losses in the course of a lifetime but... we accept it. People have their lives, their dreams, their goals and their attitudes - we have ours. There aren't fairytales with the «happily ever after» end (and that makes me wonder of what could possibly be the secret for a truly happy marriage...) - only a longer or shorter moment in time where the meeting of two different human beings was something so beautiful and astonishing for both that they wish they could have frozen time and space right there and replay it eternally. And people know it. They know passion usually dies, they know there are reasons not to believe in love, they know they never should say never... And I'm glad no one takes it too seriously!

Just to finish, the world is a changing place - it's not only industry and technology that've changed through the course of History, but also humans themselves changing through the course of their lives. It is called growing up, evolving into something better - and, believe me, it IS a good thing, no matter how much it may hurt.

Nothing is certain and eternal around here, so, either people change together or change separates what seconds ago seemed so firmly hold by something that, in the end, was as ephemeral as ourselves.

Post dedicated to the wonderful someone(s) I've lost through my life. You are missed.

yours,
millou

Like my new blog design?

I've changed my blog's design yesterday... For those of you who have met millou's with a black background: do you like the changes I've made?

Vera Mesmer

Guess my previous post wasn't my last one on holidays. I came here to tell you about a band I've discovered this Summer - Vera Mesmer.

I honestly think they're great. They have developed a style of their own, that I had never seen on any other artists before them. Take a close look and you'll see the complexity of their art. I think it's just beautiful. Unique. Amazing!

This unique style I talk about is also reflected on their music. The lyrics are deep and sentimental without being depressive and the sound is certainly sophisticated (you wouldn't expect any other thing after looking at their photo, right?), mixing guitars with pianos, violins (I think there are actually violins somewhere in "You and I"... Or am I hallucinating?) and obviously many more instruments that my awful hearing can't catch. I leave you with another photo and some links that I strongly suggest you follow for more info about Vera Mesmer.

Click to listen to their songs on myspace.

Click to visit Vera Mesmer webpage.

Click to visit Vera Mesmer on Twitter.

Preparing the new school year...

Hey there, bloggers! This may very well be my last post on holidays...
If, some weeks ago, I had any doubt about it, I'm now sure that I wish I could have two to three more weeks for myself before school starts. However, now that I feel it starting (I've started studying, I already know what my class is, ...), I'm kind of happy to return to this routine. Well, this year will be a lot different on what comes to my independence (yes, that's one of the reasons why I wrote this post), but it's still a school year. Still the tests (and the exams...!), still the classes, the books, the backpacks, the late works, finished on the night before delivery... Still the lunch breaks under the sunlight. Still the crap cafeteria food. Still the bureaucracies. The slow, inefficient employees. Still the screams of the teachers. The crowded girls restroom. The beloved friends. Still the nerds, the goths, the geeks, and the ditchers. Still and always school.
In good times and in bad, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until college do us part.

yours,
millou

On vacation

I've been coming and going from home to Algarve these last weeks at an amazing pace. Two, three days in Algarve and four, five days at home. It has been an insane month, but I'm glad it's that way. It can't be always the same during almost three months, right?
I stayed at a hotel with an amazing view - you can see it in the image above. It was a bit (a LOT) hot there, but we survived it. Air conditioners are lovely...
Now that I'm back to the cold, heartless city, I think I miss the Algarve. The heat is completely unnecessary, but there was a calm, peace, tranquility there that's hard to find here. It may be anything but a comfortable place - it's hot, dry and a little bit lifeless (ok, there are bugs, which isn't exactly a plus) - but it comforts me. I know, if I lived there I wouldn't say the same thing. That makes me jump to the conclusion - the best would be spending some peaceful days there, just as I've been doing these last weeks, with little breaks to come back to the city and its sophistication (which I know I would miss if I spent more than five days there at the countryside).

yours,
(the relaxed) millou

Love independece :)

I've heard several times lovely people saying the most absurd of all sentences - «I don't want to grow up».
Oh, you don't? You want to be a child forever, then?
To live with your parents forever, to obey, and, instead of shouting «I'm 18, I can do whatever I want!», to control your anger, because, even though you're 18, you're still a child?
To never feel you are auto-sufficient and can live alone in some place? Your place?
To have to tidy up your bedroom instead of leaving the bed exactly as it was when you woke up?
To never know you did it by yourself and feel proud about it? To never feel it as a reward of your own efforts?
To be always... comfortably spoiled?
To never feel... independent? And, most of all, to never love paying the price of independence, because you know what you're paying for and it looks kind of cheap?

Please don't tell me you don't want to grow up. PLEASE.
It can be insulting to some people (me included).

yours,
millou

I finally admit I'm not organized!

Hey!

I've been cleaning and re-organizing my bedroom all day, which was kind of a long, complicated task. Well, I've survived the day and only need to tidy up a part of my wardrobe. The worst part, obviously...

If you knew how much trash I had in this bedroom! Old diaries, little awful boxes, disgusting clothes, ridiculous books... It is my bedroom! How can I survive surrounded by such garbage piled up in my own bedroom!! This is the place where I sleep, listen to music, often study, sometimes eat... I live here! Have my computer here. Have all I need right here. I just needed a fridge to survive without ever leaving this place :D

I hate to admit it, but I am NOT an organized person... No organized person could ever need A DAY to get some space for her new binders!

But... all of that is the past! Now the room is clean and organized, and it is adorable to look at free spaces on the shelves, desk and whatever. My next task is to remove my 30 Seconds to Mars posters (which are literally falling off the walls) and replace them by something pretty. 30STM related or not. I'm not sure yet.

yours,

(the chaotic) millou