Mood of the day

If a tree falls in the forest, but no one instagrammed it, tweeted it or received likes on Facebook, did it make a sound?



This weekend I can’t seem to think of anything else than the attacks in Paris.

And it’s unfair that this is the one that sticks with me, that makes me care a huge deal.

We no longer are collateral damage, we are the targets in itself. It’s scary and I’m scared. And there is really no way to stop this. It’s out of our hands, But we no longer can remain blind and deaf as we did when it was far far away in a culture totally different from ours. We saw them as numbers. The attacks were terrible, but they were numbers, no real people.

It’s horrible to get so dehumanized. It’s horrible that it takes an attack this awful to wake us up. Are we really awaken, by the way?

People are acting like they are full of rightousness. They are actually full of hate.

I’m scared for the future that we are leaving to our children. I’m scared of everything right now. I am scared of travelling by plane, using the metro, going to concerts or just have dinner out, working on my office in the middle of the city.It doesn’t really matter how you choose to live your life or your beliefs. Because now we’re targets. and there is nothing that we can do or say about that.

Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today…

Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one

I’m sorry for the rambling. I’m really shocked. I’ve just heard that the mother of one of the terrorits was Portuguese. I don’t know why, but it makes me feel dirty. Don’t know why really.

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

The Sword is not Broken – Review


Not many spoilers ahead but still approach with caution

So I have a problem. I’ve recently signed up to and now I receive newsletters of the Sales. The last one I received was about sales to celebrate the Fall or whatever, and I bought the whole series of Broken Sword! This is getting serious…..

So as I had already mentioned on the previous:

I’m not that big fan of Broken Sword. I appreciate but didn’t love them. Now that I have the complete series, I’m hoping to change my mind.

Against my typical behavior I started from the last release of the series:

The Serpent’s Curse

bs cover

We meet again the American George Stobbart and the pretty Frenchwoman Nico Collard. I remember in the past, not feeling a connection with these characters, and on this game this wasn’t an exception. I actually enjoyed Nico more, but George stayed bland.

We start with a murder and a theft of a painting called the Le Malediccio. As we can imagine, the painting turns out to be more than expected, with an obscure dark significance.


I love cartoonish games! Off with 3D and all of those high tech stuff. Bring me back 2D and cartoons!

All of the places that we get to visit are beautifully colorful.I loved it.



It is a basic point of click, which is fine by me. That’s how I like that. None of those stuff of keyboard + mouse. I’m an old-fashioned gal.


I found them easy. But that’s just something that I noticing in recent games. It appears that developers don’t want the gamers to stay stuck for long. In this game, we have complete hints. They appear in a style that I was already used to with UHS hints (not sure if you know this), and are only used if we wish too. But still, too damn easy.

Also, at any time George explains us what we need to do by speaking with himself or Nico. We can do no wrong. We can’t go to a place before the games wants us to. We can’t do an action before we are supposed to do. We are merely a pawn in this game.



It felt like another Broken Sword game to me, from what I recall. It seems that it all ends up in using a map or a painting to solve the quest. We just need to follow the leads there. Which is fine. Just not surprising. I found the whole story about the Agnostics and the Dominicans extremely interesting and I ended up googling it to understand if it was really true. It’s great that it is.


All in all

I really enjoyed the game. I wasn’t expecting to like it that much. I loved the pace of the game, the dialogues, the switching from Nico to George and the re- encounter of familiar faces ( Yes Goat, this is with you) and places (Nico’s apartment). Really surprising for them to do a game like this in this day and age. Nowadays it seems that everything needs to be over the top and this one seems just about right.


I’ll be playing the rest of the Broken Swords in due time.

The Joys of Motherhood Part 5

Sometimes my kid makes me regret trying to establish her rules.

We were all gathered round at the table having dinner, and my daughter starts to call me:

Mum? Mummmmmm? Mummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?

I tried to finish chewing the food that I had in my mouth, while she continued in a crescendo:

Mum! Mum! Mum! I need you! Mummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?

I finally swallow what I was trying to chew, turn around to her and ask: What?!

MUM! You shouldn’t speak when your mouth is full. It’s a rule.

parenthoood rules


Sharp Objects, a Tale of Horror and Pain

dark objects

After reading Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn, which I truly loved, I wanted to read more from this author. so I’ve bought and just finished reading Sharp Objects, her debut novel.

In Sharp Objects we follow Camille Preaker, a reporter for a small Newspaper, going back to her hometown, because of the murders of one little girl and the disappearance of another. As normal, the plot then thickens and we have our own protagonist surrounded by evil.

sharp objects 2

Everything about the book is intriguing. I found myself totally absorbed in the perverted town and the portrait of the characters, while being scared shit of the adolescents of the book.

While in Gone Girl, I had no idea whatsoever of the plot twist and was completely taken by surprise ( I tried really hard and managed to succeed in not hearing anything about the book or movie), on Sharp Objects, I figured it out since the early stages that the killer had to be one or the other. It didn’t affect in any way the thrilling experience that is reading this book.

sharp objects 3

Gillian Flynn manages to write about a character that is painfully broken in any way possible but still so strong that lived and survived her nightmarish childhood. To escape, Camille turns her body into a living narrative of the words that haunt her daily. For me, this was really well explained throughoutthe book. I could feel that need to write on her coming at certain parts of the story, slowly whispering in the narrative.

Camille’s beauty is contrasted perfectly with her imperfect body, carved by her dark pain.

“Every time people said I was pretty, I thought of everything ugly swarming beneath my clothes.”

I’m not sure what the author has against women in general, since this book and Gone Girl targeted psychotic and twisted women, but please keep on coming.

I’m going to buy Dark Places, but first I need to breathe for a while. Sharp Objects was complex, terrifying and totally absorbing. I need to stand back, read Maeve Binchy for a while, which I love….and doesn’t portrait scary dark characters.

“Sometimes I think illness sits inside every woman, waiting for the right moment to bloom. I have known so many sick women all my life. Women with chronic pain, with ever-gestating diseases. Women with conditions. Men, sure, they have bone snaps, they have backaches, they have a surgery or two, yank out a tonsil, insert a shiny plastic hip. Women get consumed.”




Mood of the day

The snow glows white on the mountain tonight,
not a footprint to be seen.
A kingdom of isolation and it looks like I’m the queen.
The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside.
Couldn’t keep it in, Heaven knows I tried.

Don’t let them in, don’t let them see.
Be the good girl you always have to be.
Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know.
Well, now they know!

Let it go, let it go!
Can’t hold it back any more.
Let it go, let it go!
Turn away and slam the door.
I don’t care what they’re going to say.
Let the storm rage on.
The cold never bothered me anyway.

It’s funny how some distance,
makes everything seem small.
And the fears that once controlled me, can’t get to me at all
It’s time to see what I can do,
to test the limits and break through.
No right, no wrong, no rules for me.
I’m free!

Let it go, let it go.
I am one with the wind and sky.
Let it go, let it go.
You’ll never see me cry.
Here I’ll stand, and here I’ll stay.
Let the storm rage on.

My power flurries through the air into the ground.
My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around
And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast
I’m never going back; the past is in the past!

Let it go, let it go.
And I’ll rise like the break of dawn.
Let it go, let it go
That perfect girl is gone
Here I stand, in the light of day.

Let the storm rage on!
The cold never bothered me anyway…