My first visit to London and My Cultural Identity
When we were told we’d go to the UK, I was surprised because for one, we didn’t speak a word of English. Luckily, my mum had a friend who lived there (she since returned to Portugal). My mum simply loved the royal family and followed their history and stories so close. I knew some history, …
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Discovering my femininity and exploring other cities & countries
The transition at Marcelly was going great. I was slowly being accepted the way I was; coloured, full of beans and a strong personality. I started to apply myself at school and received some much needed support. I also develop a massive crush on a boy who was super cute. The funny thing is we …
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Exploring Marcelly
Since the aggressive confrontation by my ex best friend, needless to say that I was back to square one. No friends. I knew I had to start looking in my classroom once again. I didn’t rule out looking in the playground too. Because I was new, I felt so out of place and everyone were …
Starting schooling at Marcelly
After my time at Ste Marie, I was ready for my new chapter. In the meantime, to ease the pain of my dad’s departure, we started Focolare movement, founded by Chiara Lubich. The Focolare movement, is a Catholic movement and it is an international organization. The headquarters are in Italy. Few years later, I would …
My personal perception of life and death.
When I was a child, despite my often turbulent life and struggles, I must say I lived a carefree life. So you wonder why my post this week is quite dark? Well, the first mention of death struck me. Well death wasn’t explained to me, but the signs were there. In my previous post, I …
Characters I identify myself with
After my dad’s brutal and heartbreaking departure, I started to binge watch TV with so much frequency. I was getting addicted to TV. My TV addiction couldn’t have come at a better or worst time (for my mum): During the 80s, especially the late 80s, Japanese animations were simply perfection. For me, it was a …
Reminiscing of my time at St Marie
Looking back, reminiscing of my time at l’Externat Ste Marie, I realize it was bittersweet. I started with so much hope and excitement, only to have it cruelly crushed by awful teachers and some classmates. I was no angel either to be honest. To suffer at the hands of those who should protect you and …
A science experiment
I saw myself as a science experiment. When people are literally trying to work you out constantly, my psychologist, my mum, my teacher and my classmates. I was just heartbroken and had no idea how to express it. I was so young as well. This level of attention I had, ironically made me feel so …
Seeing a psychologist
When my dad left us, it affected me the most. I was so inconsolable, so heartbroken. A piece of me left the day he did. Everything reminded me of him; the music we listened to, the television programs we watched, the comic books I read. The pain was so unbearable and intolerable. I was so …
Life After My Dad Left
I was still shell shocked over my parents split. After days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, I just knew he wasn’t coming back. I was still hopefully however when my mum knew all along my dad would never return to us. The pain I felt was so unbearable, I was also becoming unbearable …
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