"You have a quiet and unobtrusive nature"

True, cookie, true.
I'm quiet and I observe, I hold my distance and reflect before saying or doing something. Although I can be outgoing towards the people that surround me -everyone loves a party now and then-. But most of the time I'm just observing and listening. And I think sometimes you can get to know a person better by just listening to them, sometimes you don't even need words at all. A blink of an eye does say it all in some situations.

Also, when being in the surroundings of a great person I just shut my mouth completely. Words of wisdom are all I want to hear then.

I have the same thing with music. Don't get me wrong, I love to sing it out. But when you really want to get the music, the artist, the melody, it's better to just listen. You can't get it if you don't. And when you got it, then you should sing it out loud for the whole world to hear. Chant as loud as you can. That's with everything really.

Today a great person has gone home. I couldn't help it, but tears just popped into my eyes before I really got what was going on. He achieved great things, but unfortunately suffered a great deal too. I hope he found peace in his last moments, and hope that his soul can live on in peace now. I have listened to the words he sang. And I'll try to convince everyone who did the same to sing it out loud, paying a tribute to the King of Pop.

Vai com Deus

J.

"Your co-workers take pleasure in your great sense of creativity"

It might not be clear yet but what I want to do with this blog is the following: I'll open up a virtual fortune cookie as often as I can and I'll write about the prophecy, words of wisdom or quotes in my own way, with my own vision. Consider them as the trainingwheels on my tricycle. I do solemnly swear not to cheat till the cookie fits me. That's a promise. Although I don't know how I would react to a message like "You have one day left". Auwtsch. That's just harsh. But I'd write about it anyway.

First cookie: "Your co-workers take pleasure in your great sense of creativity"

Damn. That's a tough nut to crack.
As I mentioned in my intro, I study journalism. Do you have to be creative to be a journalist? Yes and no. If you want to write for a newspaper, all you have to do is follow the instructions as you were taught to: put the news in front and mention who, what, where, when and why. I think you're more of a rational person when you choose to do newspaperjournalism (is that a word?).
Not that there's anything wrong with that, the world needs its newspapers. It's just not for me. About two months ago I chose to do magazinejournalism (another weird word that's probably not mentioned in Webster's). Because I really don't like working under enormous -daily- pressure, because I'd like to write about other subjects than just the news and because, yes, I want to be a bit creative in my writing.

Now am I creative then? I don't know. Isn't everybody? Everbody has his talents, his way to solve things -even algebra equations-, a different way of thinking, writing, acting that seems surprising to another person. You know, that "Why didn't I come up with that?"-thing.
I studied at an artschool and therefore drew, painted, designed, sew, stressed and enjoyed my 'ahum' off. And I've seen a bunch of incredibly creative people. Even so, I did not pursue a career as a fashion designer, or painter, or sculpture.

I think my talent lies in the pen, and not even that really, but in my mind. And the journalismpen might not even be the right instrument for me, but it's what I work with for now. Nevertheless, most of the time I just have troubles spitting it out and sharing it. That mind of mine. Maybe out of fear. Maybe because there are very few people in my surroundings who have a similar mind. So in a way this blog is an amazing gift to me. I get to share my thinking and get to receive other's thoughts.

About the co-workers: it's June, which means we've been through mountains of agony together and now that the exams are finally done we get to relax and be chillie willie until the day we get our results. As we move to another building next year, we also leave our class behind and move along to be divided into new boxes being the radio-, magazine-, television- or newspaperpeople.
I'm grateful for every experience I had this past year at college and for the people who I have gotten to know. I can only hope you "took pleasure in my great sense of being myself".

Saluting you with a great sense of nostalgia -already-

J.

XXIII VI MMIX

The thought of getting inked seems painful, but worth every bit if what you're getting inked means something to you. It can be a variety of things, like a squid for example. I really think my good friend Sebastian should get a squid - it's his artist's name - and seeing he's the one who put me up with the idea of starting a blog because I'm studying journalism and I should practice my writing skills, I'll be putting him up with the idea of getting a squidtattoo. Fair trade.

Anyway, the reason I started talking about meaningful tattoos is the following: I want to put my date of birth on my body, as a starter. Why? Because it stands for the beginning of this incredible journey called life, mine in particular. And I'm grateful. Where? I have no idea. What are you waiting for then? I'm too chicken to get started, I admit.

I titled this first blog "XXIII VI MMIX", June 23th 2009, as the beginning of what will hopefully be an incredible bloggingjourney, where I can share my thoughts with whoever wants to read it and if I'm lucky, I'll see an amazing progress going on along the way.

Namaste (which will probably be my second tattoo, when I get past the "being a chicken" fase)

J.