"Please, NOOOO!"

Oh, for god sake… really? Schizophrenia, movies, phases of life? Ok, this blog is supposed to be about travel’s right? I am so sorry :b

So this week, we don’t have any topic to talk about, so we are free to do whatever we want, I was anxiously expecting for this, and … I don’t have any idea, about what a going to talk today, I know I need to write something about trips, but I don’t have any clue… :x

I am not very good to make any jokes or tell funny stories (we will let that to Sophie Grey (Daniela), isn’t she hilarious? J). So… don’t expect that, when I start to tell you all about my trip to Spain.

It all begins, because my friend and I, were very bored, and we wanted to something spontaneous (ok, this is not true, she just wanted to show to her ex-boyfriend that she could be fun and have crazy ideas, and I was dragged to this insane journey).  Well, in less than two hours there we were, in very smelly and small car, listening to “If you like Pinna-coladas” with your windows opened, people in the semaphores were staring at us like if you were crazy (I don’t blame them).

It was five hours in the car until we get to Madrid, my derriere was so sore that you don’t have any idea… I wanted to scream.

We start to go to the museum “El Prado”, it is about art, and the pictures exposed are very beautiful, it was one of the first’s museums of art that ever existed… it was very good actually until she saw, this painting of a man, and start crying, not a really low cry but a very loud cry… why she cried? You asked. Well, because the painting resembles to her ex. Yes, I know it looks like a werewolf…

So, for two days she tried to have some fun, we went to museums, we walk into the botanic garden, we get drunk in the famous Bar El Diamante, were I throw up, because I eat to many “Tapas”… so it was impossible to me to make a really hot Spanish guy friend (I was paled, and with a really sick face and my friend had this swollen eyes, and every conversation she had, it starts with the name of the ex)… in the end it was a really fun trip, that I don’t want to repeat :b. Serious, I am warning you, never, but never do a trip to make a friend feel good, it never works.
Oh, and she is back together with the werewolf, and she is happy, I think… and they are planning to go to Madrid…

Published by: Margarida 

The last confidences of a gentleman

I will start from introduce myself, and that it is very hard… I am Dr. Jekyll and I am Mr. Hyde.

I am two persons in one; I have two bodies, two personalities… I am constantly traveling inside my own mind.

Let’s go to the begging, my era is not like yours, I have to be perfect, I have to do whatever the others expect from me… be different is not a good thing, If you don’t do something because it is too mainstream, well I need to be mainstream… and that is not funny at all!

So I created this… you can say drug that put me in very, very bad trip! I feel nauseas, my body hurts, and am starting to became a different person, like a werewolf, my bone structure change, my face is not my face anymore, my body is not my body and my mind is not my mind. And then I appeared, Mr. Hyde, this horrible, hellish creature that everyone hates… but guess what, everyone has a Mr. Hyde in their hidden corners of their mind, they hate me, but they want to be me… how idiots they are, how stupid they are, how I hate them, how I want to kill them all…

At first I wasn’t afraid of this knew part of me, I actually love this part, I don’t like to admitted but when I traveled to this corners of my mind, I wish never come back anymore.. I was so free, so happy, and I did everything that I wanted to do and didn’t care about the others opinions, But me, I hated this good part, Jekyll loved me, but I hated him, he was my conscious, just to exemplify, in the other night, I had my knife in the neck of this stupid man that looks at me funny, NO ONE LOOKS AT ME LIKE THAT… HOW I HATE HUMAN KIND… and inside my freaking mind, there he was, talking with a low voice, “don’t do it, don’t do it”, and I did, just to make him upset.

I don’t want to belief, that this is really me, that I am this horrible animal, because I cannot say that Hyde, is a human, because it is to upsetting thinking that humans can be like that… so I wanted to quit, but this desire of being him, was too strong, too powerful… and I had to became one more time Mr. Hyde…

I was tired, that he could choose when I came to life, sometimes I just wanted to do something evil, so I became more powerful that he (it was not that difficult), and without previous notice, I start to came alive when I wanted!

I start to lose control, he was too strong to me to handle, I didn’t need the drug to enter in the trip, I start to lose my consciousness, he was building his own personality, oh if you could see into my head, the thoughts he had, they were too terrified, too disgusting… so in my last rest of sanity, I kill myself hoping that he would die with me… I knew what he was planning, but I didn’t care, I don’t care about anything… I just want to do whatever I want to do… if I want get drunk, I will, if I want to kill well I kill, if I want… to live, I will. Jekyll, my stupid, remember that I am stronger than you… 

Published by: Margarida 

The two faces of a gentleman...

Dear diary

Today I had a weird conversation with my friend, Dr. Jekyll. Why (you will ask) well, because at the beginning we were talking perfectly, when suddenly he starts to change, her height, her appearance, her body, her expression. It feels like I was almost seeing a monster. But in one minute it was a monster, in other minute it was again Dr. Jekyll. I thought I was crazy and with lunatic visions, but when Dr. Jekyll starts with a super strange conversation, I realize that I wasn't as crazy as I thought. I will write here our conversation, so I can have proves.

"- Good morning Dr. Jekyll, my friend how are you doing?

- Good morning Mr. Utterson I’m fine and you sir?

- Excellent. Did you know the last results of economy?

- No I haven't the opportunity to see them. Because I was too busy killing a man!

- What? What did you said Jekyll?

- What?! Oh just that I didn't have the opportunity to see the results why? Do you want to die? I'll have so much pleasure of killing you. Cut your throat or asphyxiate you with a piece of rope. I can almost feel how it would be!

-Oh Gosh, Jekyll, my friend is you ok?

- Yes, Mister Jekyll is perfectly fine, when he has his mouth shut. But why are you so stupid? Oh, what did you said Utterson? Jesus you are so pale? Are you okay? Did you need a doctor, I can help you my friend. Just let me..

- No! No! Stay away from me! Go away, please. Don't kill me please Jekyll, remember those years of friendship!!

- Kill you? Why should I... kill you?! You're too weak to kill you, you don't deserve my effort. What? What did I just said? Utterson please let me help you... I won't hurt you!"

And that's when I started running through the door and I left. I'll never go to back to that place full of horror, evilness, and disgust. I don't know what to think about all this. It's seems that my friend Jekyll were in a journey between two identities. The good one, Jekyll and the bad one... the one I cannot describe. I will rest now, and tomorrow I’ll decide what to do.
Goodbye dear diary... waits for more news tomorrow. 

Published by: Catarina