28

28 laps in the swimming pool!!

Damn proud of it.

So i got up today and said to myself why not a trip to the pool?

Did 28 laps, i used to do 20/22 in the good old days.....

I guess being 30 years old it´s not that bad after all.

and all that talk about after 30 everything going down.... definitely true..NOT!

:)

Naughty boy i am!

Granda malhão!!!

Perfect day

Tomorrow its my birthday.
I don't like to do that much fuzz about that day, but you must agree it is the perfect date 10/03.
:)
Turn 30! Old man i am becomming.

Listenning to Blink 182 - All the Small Things

Evanescence - Good Enough

Under your spell again
I can't say no to you
crave my heart and its bleeding in your hand
I can't say no to you
Shouldn't let you torture me so sweetly
now I can't let go of this dream
I can't breathe but
I feel Good enough
I feel good enough for you
Drink up sweet decadence
I can't say no to you and
I've completely lost myself and I don't mind
I can't say no to you
Shouldn't let you conquer me completely
now I can't let go of this dream can't believe that
I feel Good enough
I feel good enough
its been such a long time coming, but I feel good
and I'm still waiting for the rain to fall
pour real life down on me
cause I can't hold on to anything
this good enough am
I good enough for you to love me too?
so take care what you ask of me cause
I can't say no

Filter - Take a Picture

Awake on my airplane
Awake on my airplane
My skin is bare
My skin is theirs

Awake on my airplane
Awake on my airplane
My skin is bare
My skin is theirs
I feel like new-born

And I feel like a new-born
Awake on my airplane
Awake on my airplane
I feel so real
Could you wanna take my picture
Cuz I won't remember
Could you wanna take my picture
Cuz I won't remember - yeahI don't believe in

I don't believe in your sanctity; or privacy
I don't believe in
I don't believe in sanctity or hypocrisy
Can everyone agree that no one should be left alone
Can everyone agree that they should not be left alone
And I feel like a new-born
And I feel like a new-born (kicking and screaming)
Could you take my picture
Cuz I won't remember

Could you take my picture
Cuz I won't remember - yeah
Hey dad what do you think about your son now?
Hey dad what do you think about your son now?
Could you wanna take my picture
Cuz I won't remember

Could you wanna take my picture
Cuz I won't remember
Could you wanna take my picture
Cuz I won't remember
Could you wanna take my picture
Cuz I won't remember
Could you wanna take my picture
Cuz I won't remember
Could you wanna take my picture
Cuz I won't remember - yeah

Cats...Again.

A minha mais velha hoje vomitou a comida toda, e como é mais evasiva não deu para apaziguá-la.
Acho que vou ter de começar outra vez so com a comida seca, algo que parei por ser caro, mas dinheiro não passa mesmo disso. já no outro dia, a mais nova tinha vomitado. Vão começar outra vez com o indoor cats, por causa das bolas de pelo e isso tudo. Cagasso do crl!

Personalility

I have two or more personalities.... But they all seem to fit in just one blog..
Lazy me.

Listenning to Maniac Street Preachers - Little Baby Nothing

Where is my home at?

I smoke way too much.
I am lost between my cigarete butts.
I drink way too much.
I always stumble on empty bottles before i go to bed.
I feel empty too much.
I always think about you.

Listenning to Home - Chris Daughtry

Nothing to declare

Another summer dayHas come and gone awayIn Paris and RomeBut I wanna go homeMmmmmmmm Maybe surrounded byA million people IStill feel all alone I just wanna go homeOh, I miss you, you knowAnd I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to youEach one a line or two“I’m fine baby, how are you?”Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enoughMy words were cold and flatAnd you deserve more than thatAnother aeroplaneAnother sunny placeI’m lucky I knowBut I wanna go homeMmmm, I’ve got to go homeLet me go homeI’m just too far from where you areI wanna come homeAnd I feel just like I’m living someone else’s lifeIt’s like I just stepped outsideWhen everything was going rightAnd I know just why you could notCome along with me'Cause this was not your dreamBut you always believed in meAnother winter day has comeAnd gone awayIn even Paris and RomeAnd I wanna go home Let me go homeAnd I’m surrounded byA million people IStill feel all aloneOh, let me go homeOh, I miss you, you knowLet me go homeI’ve had my runBaby, I’m doneI gotta go homeLet me go homeIt will all be all rightI’ll be home tonightI’m coming back home

Michael Bublé - Home

Cats

My 2 cats are getting their teeth yellow. Rather than this http://cats.about.com/cs/dentalhealth/ht/cleanteeth.htm i gave them some Whiskas Dentabits.
Lazy me.... Don´t get me wrong, i love my 2 little babies. Just lazy.

Listenning to Lovecats - The Cure

What is really worst? Living in the illusion (even knowing it is so) or waking up to a big dissapointment?


Listenning to Perfect - Alanis Morissette album Jagged Little Pill Unplugged

Apologize

Timbaland - Apologize (feat. One Republic)

I'm holding on your rope
Got me ten feet off the ground
And I'm hearing what you say
But I just can't make a sound
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me downBut wait...
You tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think I'd turn around and say...
That it's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
I'd take another chance, take a fall, take a shot for you
And I need you like a heart needs a beat
(But that's nothing new)
Yeah yeah
I loved you with a fire red, now it's turning blue
And you say"Sorry" like the angel, heaven let me think was you
But I'm afraid...

It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
Woahooo woahI
t's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, yeahah
I said it's too late to apologize, yeahahI'm holding on your rope

Got me ten feet off the ground...

Rocket Man

Gonna repeat a song i played in some post, but after seeing the movie, i realize.... Some dreams you can´t follow. Some are not only up to you... The truth hurts, but is nothing more than just that.

Listening to David Fonseca - Rocket Man album Dreams in Colour

To save something

Today i stopped my car in the middle of trafic on the highway to try to save a kitten lost and confused. Nobody else stopped. The young one was to be let to die. I couldnt he ran away to the bushes... Everyone on that highway stopped and stared at me as i was some crazy man, who left his car in the middle of the road to try this kitten not to die....
I hope he made it, but what i learned from today, is that people are not happy with their lifes, cause they dont even stop to wonder. Fucked up world we live in.

Fucking brilliant!

Paula Cole - I dont wanna wait

So open up your morning light
And Say a little prayer tonight
You know that if we are to stay alive
To see the peace in every eye

She had two babies
One was 6 plus one was 3
In the wa of '44
Every time the phone rang
Every heart beat stinging
As she thought it was GOD calling her
Oh would her son grow to know his father?

I don't wanna wait
For our lives to be over
I want to know right now
What will it be
I don't wanna wait
For our lives to over
Will it be yes or will it be Sorry?

He showed up all wet
On the rainy front porch step
Wearing shrapnals in his skin
And the war he saw
Lives inside him still
It's so hard to be gentle and warm
The years pass by and now he has grand-daughters

I don't wanna wait
For our lives to be over
I want to know right now
What will it beI don't wanna wait
For our lives to be over
Will it be yes or will it be
Sorry?

Oh so you look at me
From across the room
You're wearing your anguish again
Believe me, I know the feeling
It sucks you into the jaws of anger
Oh, so dig a little more deeply, my love
All we have is the very moment
And I don't want to do what
His father and his father and his father did
I want to be here now

So open up you morning light
And say a little prayer tonight
You konw that if we are to stay alive
To see the peace in every eye
I don't wanna waitFor our lives to be over
I want to know right now
What will it beI don't wanna wait
For our lives to over
Will it be yes or will it be

I don't wanna wait
For our lives to be over
I want to know right now
What will it beI don't wanna wait
For our lives to over
Will it be yes or will it be Sorry?
So open up you morning light
And say a little prayer tonight
You know that if we are to stay alive
To see the love in every eye

So, she does not love me like i love her.
So what?Am i too demanding?
Sometimes i am, with little things...Who fucking cares?
Is she loved me right, these things should not matter at all.
A simple life is what i aim for.Is it so damn hard to find a good girl, who wants the fucking same?Is that too much? Too little?
Not much hollywood like right?
Not too much fashion radio music ehh?
If i make mistakes cant i be forgiven?
Must them always be remembered?
Am i a fucking alien?
Or i am just a sharp shooter who always aim at the wrong target?
Its all bullshit!!
I fuck up a lot, but i get fucked a lot more.And i am a full grown man that can choose the proper way to be fucked.
But no, there is always questions in my mind: "Am i being the best human?", "being the best father? Friend? Family member? Lover?"
Fuck the best man.Always improving myself!!!Always tryin to get the best out of me.I mean people should try to be better, but not like this, not like me. This becomes my fault, to try and be always better than the last time.If manking evolved to where we are today, it was through insatisfaction, so i guess i can be an individual who resumes all this mankind search for better, faster, more.And after all, i am only a man. Just one like others. Where is Wally? Blended in the crowd. Just one more. No special one, no chosen one.
Just me.
What is really important?Does anything matters?
If you make dinner with love for your girlfriend, will it be diferent of going to macdonalds? Whould she eat just the same?
She would.
No matter.
Who cares nobody reads this shit i put here anyway...

Listenning to Annie Lennox - A Winter Shade Of Pale

Hábitos

Nunca foi nada de especial, mas ao fim de 4 meses cria-se um hábito.
O homem é um animal de hábitos.
Eu sou homem.

I know you'll never read this - Nunca verás estas palavras

In The End - Linkin Park

It starts withOne thing, I dont know whyIt doesnt even matter how hard you tryKeep that in mindI designed this rhymeTo explain the due timeAll I knowTime is a valuable thingWatch it fly by as the pendulum swingsWatch it count down till the end of the dayThe clock ticks life awayIts so unrealYou didnt look out below,Watch the time go right out the windowTryn to hold onDidnt even know, I wasted it allJust to watch you goI kept everything insideAnd even though I triedIt all fell apartWhat its meant to beWill, eventually be,A memory of a time,When I tried so hard and got so farBut in the end, it doesnt even matter...I had to fall, to loose it all...But in the end, it doesnt even matter...One thing, I dont know whyIt doesnt even matter how hard you tryKeep that in mindI designed this rhymeTo remind myselfHow I tried so hard...Dispite the way you were mocking meActing like I was part of your propertyRemembering all the times you fought with meIm surprised it got so farThings arent the way they were beforeYou wouldnt even recognize me anymoreNow that you knew me back thenBut it all comes back to meIn the end...You kept everything insideAnd even though I tried it all fell apartWhat it meant to be, willEventually, be a memory of a timeWhen I tried so hard,And got so far,But in the end, it doesnt even matterI had to fall, to loose it allBut in the end, it doesnt even matterIve put my trust in youPushed THAT as far, as I can goFor all thisTheres only one thing you should knowIve put my trust, in youPushed THAT as far as I can goFor all thisTheres only one thing you should know...I tried so hard,And got so far,But in the end, it doesnt even matterI had to fall, to loose it all,But in the end, it doesnt even matter

Statistics say...

"In the course of an average lifetime you will, while sleeping, eat 70 assorted insects and 10 spiders"

Listenning to Jefferson Airplane - White Rabbit album Surrealistic Pillow

As a Warrior

Again, as a warrior, i prepare myself to battle. This is a war that will last for many battles. Many battles will come, one must be ready. So i polish my shield and armour. I sharpen my sword. i train myself with predefined sentences, with predefined actions to evade the attacks. As a general i try to gain position in the battlefield. I am strong. I will survive again... and be ready for more wars to come.

You know, when you love someone, but you can't do anything about it?

When you love that person, but you're too far apart?

When things could be simple, but you complicate them.

When things could be good but that person complicates them.

When you know you tried, and it slips from your control.

When both are in love, but things just wont flow?

When fate does not want you 2 to be together?

When you struggle against that fate, but, even though you are part of the equation, you cant change it?

Is it better to love and be heart broken, than not to love at all?

Is it better to feel love, and not being able to do anything about it?

Is it true that "if you heart isn't broken, then how can it be openned?"

Listenning to Orchestral Manouvers in the Dark - Souvenir

Oh tell me please are you in love? Like me…

It’s me, and you, and all the things we do,Just to go a little more, just to find a better view,Despite of young hearts we know how it’s gonna be,We don’t get for your crops cause we have our own tree,There’s nothing wrong with your ways, but we can dance to this song,We just wanna build and leave the bridge out of the silent void.If there’s something we could do,To escape this silent void,Just a word that we could say,That would burn this silent door,No we can’t stay here no more…(We’re in love.. We’re in love)I say love… I say loveAnd there’s no one I would rather be with,Nothing I would rather do, Cause I’ve got this dream, this heart that beats,Outside this silent world, and I’ve got you.…and me, and all that we could be,Out if this black hole show, by the black sea,We’re all surrounded by the old, just running their stuff,We don’t really care for them, they don’t really care for us,You see, I don’t wanna be what they meant all of us to be,Shaking hands with the sales artist, the master degrees,With the, lost kids and the loveless ones,Yeah I can look like them but I’ll never be one,And if you wanna be the bullet out of this gun,Then tell us please what you’re made of,Oh tell us please what you’re made of,Oh tell me please are you in love? Like me…I say love…And there’s no one I would rather be with,Nothing I would rather do, Cause I’ve got this dream, this heart that beats,Outside this silent world, and I’ve got you.We’re falling in the lights of others,I hold her willed and we keep spinning,We’re falling in the lights of others,I guess our mind is made up,We’re gonna quit the state of,We can leave this silence…We can leave this silent… void.We can leave this silent… void.We can leave this… void. We can leave this silent… void.I say love… I say love…And there’s no one I would rather be with,Nothing I would rather do, Cause I’ve got this dream, this heart that beats,Outside this silent world, and I’ve got you.Outside this silent world a heart beats,Outside this silent world well I’ve got you,Outside this silent world my heart beats,Outside this silent world well I’ve got you.

Listenning to David Fonseca - Silent Void album Dreams in Colour

just a kid

She was just a kid.
I stole her youth.
Thats the way i will always be remembered.

I took away her freedom

She was a bird, learning to fly
i cutted her wings,
Thats the way i will be remembered.

I gave her some good things,
but i took her freedom away.

Now she is flying...
the wire has been interrupted
Thats the way i will always be remembered.

I took away 3 years of freedom.

3 fucking years.
I showed her a lifetime lesson.
Thats the way i will be remembered.

Those things dont come in books,
dont come in movies,
some songs though....

I took away her freedom
she was 18...
Now she is 18 forever
I will never get to her freedom again
Thats is the fucking way i will be remembered.

Listenning to David Fonseca - Rocketman album Dreams In Colour

The perfect autumn song... ever.

A warning sign,
I missed the good part then I realized,
I started looking and the bubble burst.
I started looking for excuses.

Come on in,
I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in,
I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones,
That I started looking for a warning sign.

When the truth is,
I miss you.
Yeah the truth is,
That I miss you so.

A warning sign,
You came back to haunt me and I realized,
That you were an island and
I passed you by,
You were an island to discover.

Come on in,
I've gotta tell you what state I'm in,
I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones,
That I started looking for a warning sign.

When the truth is,
I miss you.Yeah the truth is,
That I miss you so.

And I'm tired,
I should not have let you go.

So I crawl back into your open arms.
Yes, I crawl back into your open arms.
And I crawl back into your open arms.
Yes, I crawl back into your open arms...

Coldplay - Warning Sign album Rush of Blood to the Head

Arséne Lupin - O ladrão-cavalheiro

Comunicado:
Venho desta forma agradecer à pessoa que me roubou as escovas limpa parabrisas esta noite, pelo extremo cuidado revelado, em não danificar a minha viatura. Que lhe façam bom proveito. Quando se rouba, deve-se fazer com classe.
Obrigado.

Listenning to Coldplay - Shiver album Parachutes

My baby's first birthday!
The love of my life is just 1 year old...
I'll spoil her with love for many more years to come.


Listenning to Pacific! - Sunset Blvd

words are very unnecessary

I take my time... I see it by far.

I take the powder. I cuddle it soflty into the barrel.... Then i take a bullet. I carefully slide it inside.... I take some more powder to ignite the cock.... I pull it back... I feel the weith of the gun... I calculate the wind.... I pull the cock back.... I aim... I see my target.... Still... not moving.... I loose my muscles.... I take a deep breath.... Concentrate... I am one with my target.... I gently press the trigger till it gets hard enough.... I shoot.... My foot again.
Though limp, i will try it again when i can walk good enough.

Listenning to Depeche Mode - Barrel of a Gun & Behind the Wheel

You are far,
When I could have been your star,
You listened to people,
Who scared you to death, and from my heart,
Strange that you were strong enough,
To even make a start,
But you'll never findPeace of mind,
Till you listen to your heart,
People,
You can never change the way they feel,
Better let them do just what they will,
For they will,
If you let them,
Steal your heart from you,
People,
Will always make a lover feel a fool,
But you knew I loved you,
We could have shown them all,
We should have seen love through,
Fooled me with the tears in your eyes,
Covered me with kisses and lies,
So goodbye,
But please don't take my heart,

You are far,
I'm never gonna be your star,
I'll pick up the pieces
And mend my heart,
Maybe I'll be strong enough,
I don't know where to start,
But I'll never find
Peace of mind,While I listen to my heart,
People,
You can never change the way they feel,
Better let them do just what they will,
For they will,
If you let them,
Steal your heart
,And people,
Will always make a lover feel a fool,
But you knew I loved you,

We could have shown them all,

But remember this,
Every other kiss,
That you ever give
Long as we both live
When you need the hand of another man,
One you really can surrender with,
I will wait for you,Like I always do,
There's something there,
That can't compare with any other,

You are far,
When I could have been your star,
You listened to people,
Who scared you to death, and from my heart,
Strange that I was wrong enough,
To think you'd love me too.
I guess you were kissing a fool,
You must have been kissing a fool.

Take the blues away

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_lMJW4V49Yc

Groove Armada - Song 4 Mutya

Funny, how history repeats itself. "Always look into the future" they say, but somehow the past keeps repeating itself over and over like a scratched record. Even if you change the rotation to 45, it will keep on playing that sound. Here i go again. Story of my life. Its fucking pathetic... i can almost laugh on my chose course. I keep on barking on the wrong trees. So far i could find a whole bunch of them.

Must get ready for the storm now.

Listenning to Jimi Hendrix - Red House Blues (Atlanta - live)

...To know a thief.

How many times i pulled this same stunt... Lost count.

Listening to Green Day - Time of Your Life ( Good Riddance )

It takes a thief...

"I do miss you a lot, and i am getting more and more involved.... but i'm just not ready to start a relationship now"

Listening to Green Day - Time of Your Life ( Good Riddance )

I've lied to you
The same way that I always do
This is the last smile
That I'll fake for the sake of being with you

The sacrifice of hiding in a lie
The sacrifice is never knowing

Why I never walked away
Why I played myself this way
Now I see your testing me pushes me away

I've tried like you
To do everything you wanted to
This is the last time
I'll take the blame for the sake of being with you

Why I never walked away
Why I played myself this way
Now I see your testing me pushes me away

The sacrifice of hiding in a lie
The sacrifice is never knowing

Why I never walked away
Why I played myself this way
Now I see your testing me pushes me away

Pushes me away
Pushes me away

in Pushing Me Away (piano live version) - Linkin park

Just another dog

When you get hurt enough in life, you have some difficulties diving into situations that would offer the possibility of hurting you again. Every animal does it. Thats why we have control over dogs, cats, monkeys, hamsters... not fishes though...they have a memory that lasts some seconds. So if we were fish, we would be happier, then our memories wouldn´t come in the way when we see some resemblance in a situation.If one gets to a point where the fear of getting into trouble, usually one backs out. This applies to all your day-to-day situations. When taken moderately, no harm done. But imagine when taken up a notch... Like lets say your love life... That can be a problem. Many times its your sub conscience who does it, and you just say: " i dont understand why, but i cant be with her/him", or "i dont know why, but i cant compromise with that girl/boy"... So you deny your needs and feelings..Many people live like this, they do try though, but everytime, that residual memory gets in the way... Reflexes.....

.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ivan_Pavlov

listenning to Nothing Like You and I - The Perishers

She only calls me to her house from 11 pm to 4 am....
Does that mean im a "part-time job"?

Listenning to Linkin Park - Place for My Head

ToP 10

Top 10 played tunes this week by the Master(me):

10 - Rocket Man - Elton John

09 - Six Days The Remix - DJ Shadow feat. Mos Def

08 - From the Inside - Linkin Park

07 - Put Your Head Towards The Air - The Editors

06 - I´m Destructive - Dr.Octagon

05 - Claire de Lune - Claude Debussy

04 - Heartbeats - The Knife

03 - Dont Stay - Linkin Park

02 - Points of Authority(DJ Shadow Remix) - Linkin Park

01 - Umbrella (Seamus Haji & Paul Emauel Club Remix) - Riahnna feat. Jay-Z

Einstein

Einstein is dead.

After some 14 or 15 years, my dog is dead.

The perfect partner to Vega is dead. Hope she will get by all this.

She will miss him... After all they´ve been partners for 8 years, stealling each others food, sharing the same bed, the same space. His breed was Cão de Água, so he had some hair to confort her in the winter... Now he is gone. Gone into our memory till it gets natural the fact he is dead, and we be able to remember is happy times.

Didn´t get a chance to say goodbye, as i always do, for i hate goodbyes.

Bye Einz.

Listenning to Linkin Park - Shadow of the Day

ToP 10

Top 10 played tunes this week by the Master(me):

10 - Fa Fa FA - Datarock

09 - Bitch Pitcher - Coldfinger

08 - Hang Me Out To Dry - Cold War Kids

07 - Nobody's Listening - Linkin Park

06 - Get Free - The Vines

05 - Fuck Yeh - The Vines

04 - Pushing Me Away - Linkin Park

03 - Floribela - Theme ( Allways listen to this while doing the dishes, after SIC news)

02 - Bleed it Out - Linkin Park

01 - Points of Authority(Crystal Method remix) - Linkin Park

Ring

I look at my ring, now stashed away in my bed table´s drawer, and i see you.
Your thin fingers would always let it slip, no matter how hard you try not to.
I´ll always love you, although i had others, not one knew what it is to really have me, and i guess that´s the way it will be.
Yours alone.
Gordo

Listenning to Leave out All the Rest - Linkin Park album Minutes to Midnight

Empty

You came up to my sea, a long time ago. You saw me on the ocean floor. You picked me up, opened me. You let the sun come inside. You then took my pearl. You went away just how you came, but with it inside your pocket. You keep it, i don´t need it anymore.

Listenning to Editors - An End Has a Start album An End Has a Start

Fairy your mouth before

Ao longo deste tempo tenho tentado perceber as tuas atitudes....
Eu tenho um feitio que por vezes se pode tornar insuportável. Reconheço, sei que sim. Mas não sou uma pessoa má, simplesmente porque me dá prazer magoar as pessoas... Tenho muito mau acordar... tenho. Sei disso porque acordo comigo, já vai para mais de 29 anos. E nos 10 minutos seguintes, em que me dirijo à casa-de-banho para dar a melhor mija da manhã ( e atenção que me sento sempre na sanita de manhã ), ainda não estou bem em posse do meu corpo e como tal apercebo-me do meu mau acordar. Mas por não ser uma pessoa má por natureza, confesso que não compreendo as tuas "facadas"... Outro defeito meu, é tentar desculpar essas atitudes com algum dilema ou algum caso grave que se esteja a passar com as pessoas. Mas a ti não te consigo desculpar. Não há razões válidas. Tenho pena, por seres quem és na minha vida. E se não te mando pró caralho ou prá merda, é porque algo dentro de mim me diz que não o devo fazer. Até porque tu já lá deves estar. Ou não. A realidade não é linear. Cada um tem a sua. E talvez na tua o que tu fazes seja o normal e o esperado que faças... Será? Ou será isto mais uma desculpa para os teus comportamentos? Eu sei que não vais ler isto, mas queria que soubesses e interiorizasses o seguinte: És gordurosa, tão gordurosa que tem te tocar tem de lavar as maos com fairy "o milagre anti-gordura". És uma miuda tão reles e baixa que envergonha o género feminino.
Ahhh! E já agora vai pró caralho, e cona da tua mãe e cornos do teu pai. E se queres dinheiro, vai trabalhar, como as pessoas sérias fazem. Pena eu nao poder dizer isto ao juíz. Acho que ele não me veria com os mesmos olhos...
E se por um acaso tens dor de cotovelo ou dor de corno, mete gelo e sopra.

Listenning to Fluke - Atom Bomb album Rissotto
Fluke - Atom Bomb (Chemical Bros Remix) album unknown

Scratches

If i gotta a hold on Madeleine or some other child molester, i would get them strip naked in the bathtub filled with water, and then throw my two cats in...

Listenning to Hey Fuck You - Beastie Boys
Album - To the 5 Boroughs

"So put a quarter in your ass, cause you played yourself"

Drunk / Bezano

Yes i am drunk.

Tou com uma granda bezana!

Fuck it, i´m drunk and i´m enjoying it!

Que se foda tou com uma grande cardina, e tou a gostar!

Listening to Crystal Method - London

Money

"-Daddy G
Mashing up the country and also abroad
Plan to go to America when I get a visa card
-Tricky
But gettin' a visa card nowadays isn't hard"

It´s all about the money. It is all that matter's these days.
"Love moves the world".... Wrong!!!!!!
Money is what makes the world go round. We need it because we can´t live without it.
Damn those chinese!
Now there is no escape.

Listening to Massive Attack - 5 man Army

Sandes

-"No outro dia deixaste as sandes do almoço, e deitaste para o lixo à noite"
-"No dia que a minha tia morreu?
Sim não comi".

20 de Abril

After one year of fighting, she finally gave up... her body could not take anymore of it. could not take anymore pain and suffering... She´s gone some place she does not have to suffer, and struggle for her life... she fought until all the strenght was taken by him, the silent killer, she didn´t had enough to close her eyes when she slept, so she did it with her eyes turned white as pearl. After all, when she went her eyes had to be shut with adesive tape... 35 years old, a 4 year old child with a missing father.... a tragedy. That is really a tragedy, as our day-to-day problems seem to fade away, when we look at this... we remember how fragile our life is, and as much as for fairness... There is none. We "must know, not fear...know, that someday we are going to die". That is the only truth we have since we are out of our mother´s woumb... but no one is ready to face the truth.

I´ve done not all that i could, but some of all i could do.

Listenning to Murron´s burrial; Sons of Scotland & For The Love of a Princess from Braveheart Soundtrack - London Symphony Orchestra

Não, não te esqueci.
Não te esqueci, só tento todos os filhos da puta dos dias não pensar em ti. Alguns consigo.
Já não é mau certo?
Deixei de acreditar.

Listening to Modern Love - David Bowie
album Changesbowie

"There's no sign of life
It's just the power to charm
I'm lying in the rain
But I never wave bye-bye
But I try, I try"

38 minutos

38 minutos levou José Socrates a justificar as suas habilitações académicas.....
Epá deixem o homem trabalhar....`
É nisto que baseiam a suposta oposição?????
Por estas e por outras o país em que vivo é feito de Big Brothers, e de Bela e o Monstro.

Listening to Ben Harper - Oppression
album Fight For Your Mind

Um mês

Fez hoje um mês que uma gata vadia, decidiu ter a ninhada aqui no quintal.
Era uma gata muito parecida com uma das minhas, a Shuga, e igualmente novinha. Escolheu aqui o quintal pelo conforto que algumas coisas empilhadas, devido a 2 mudanças de casa proporcionaram. No meu dia de anos, ela deu à luz. Claro que não resisti e tive de espreitar. Da ninhada só 2 sobreviveram. Ela à 10 minutos, passado um mês, veio buscá-los. Levou um, e voltou para levar o outro.
Por mais estúpido que pareça, e apesar da distância que sempre mantive deles (e dela), o meu coração encheu-se de tristeza nesse momento. Mas ao fim de uns minutos de ela ter levado o segundo voltou ao quintal, e miou, miou, a chamar.... os outros que não sobreviveram...
Vai me ser difícil ir lá e limpar aquele canto entre frigorificos e caixotes....

Listening to: Ben Harper - Give a Man a Home & By My Side
album: Fight For Your Mind

Happy?

Happiness?
What the fuck is that? I believe you don´t ever achieve it unless for some brief moments. And these are moments you will have all your life, little moments. It´s not even a state of mind, it never gets to that. Little moments you remember, like a smile, or a frase, a smell or a kiss, a ray of sun or a dimm light. Everything fades away.

Listenning to Jeff Buckley - Witches' Rave

29 anos.

What are Nicotinell Patches?
Nicotinell TTS30 (large) each contain 52.5mg of nicotine. Average absorption rate 21mg/24 hours.
52.5mg/0.8mg = 65.625

Ok tudo bem até aqui, o problema é que na caixa do produto exactamente igual, em português, diz que este medicamento é indicado para fumadores de 20 ou mais cigarros por dia.
Ok segundo as minhas contas, 52,5mg de nicotina são equivalentes a 65.625 cigarros por dia da marca que eu fumava ( Lucky Strike ). Eu fumava mais que 20 por dia realmente. Fumava ai uns 20 e tal e ao fim de semana podia atingir a fabulosa marca de 30 e tal. Agora 65 gigarros nao fumava. Isso seria equivalente a 3 maços por dia(!), arrrghhhh! Nem eu aguentava, para além de duvidar seriamente que uma pessoa normal tenha tempo para isso. Isso equivaleria a 1 cigarro a cada 20 minutos das 16 horas que estamos acordados...
Mas eu, como as pessoas normalmente farão, perguntei ao farmacêutico, que na sua ignorancia desculpavél, devido à informação contida nas embalagens, e mesmo no folheto informativo, ou melhor folheto publicitário, outra coisa não se pode chamar, se podia aplicar aqueles adesivos. Ele disse que sim.
Resultado ao fim de 27 dias sem fumar, começaram os efeitos secundarios, que não vêm sequer mencionados em nenhum lado tanto dentro da caixa, como nos sites de apoio e que tanto elevam a qualidade e resultados positivos destes adesivos. Os efeitos secundários foram em mim, porque tive conhecimento de outros casos lá no hospital, de overdose de nicotina, com a resultante disfunção hepática e ao nivel dos enzimas musculares, assemelhando-se os sintomas a uma gripe. Não fora a minha miudinha, mas presente, hipocondria, não teria retirado os pensos e ido ao hospital, poderia ser bem mais grave.
Mas não me fodam a dizer que a força de vontade é que é, e o caralho.
E não me pressionem a deixar de fumar porque é o pior que me podem fazer.
Faço exactamente o contrário.
Se fumar não fosse bom, ninguém fumava fodasse!

Listenning to James Morrison -If the Rain Must Fall; How Come album Undiscovered

This wasn´t supposed to happen

But it did.
Finally, i met her.

Sugarcubes - Hit
This wasn't supposed to happen
I was happy by myself
Accidently you seduced me
I'm in love again

I lie in my bed,
Totally still
My eyes wide open, I'm in rapture
I don't believe this, I'm in love again!

This wasn't supposed to happen
I've been hit with your charm
How could you do this to me?
I'm in love again

I lie in my bed - totally still,
My eyes wide open - I'm in rapture.
I don't believe this,
I'm in love again

This wasn't supposed to happen!
This wasn't supposed to happen!
Eg og hann, ég og hann...

A small story which never happened
I said ouch! this really hurts!
That can't be this has been
Practised for millions of years
Therefore we are
Yes, but I, I'm a boy
A small story which always happens
I said ouch! this really hurts!
This could well be
But this has Been practised for millions of years
Therefore we are
Yes, but, you're a girl

I lie in my bed - totally still
My eyes wide open - I'm in rapture
I don't believe this - I'm in love again
This wasn't supposed to happen!

I lie in my bed - totally still
My eyes wide open - I'm in rapture
I'm in rapture
You've put a seed inside me
Oh , and while you're away
Seed It's growing silently
To be a life Starts in my stomach
Embraces my insides
Inside And about to reach my heart

This wasn't supposed to happen!
This wasn't supposed to happen!

Eg og hann, ég og hann...

This really hurts!

No Distance Left To Run - Blur

It's over
You don't need to tell me
I hope you're with someone who makes you
feel safe in your sleepand tonight
I won't kill myself, trying to stay in
your life
I got no distance left to run

When you see me
Please turn your back and walk away
I don't want to see you
'Cause I know the dreams that you keep
That's where we meet
When your coming down, think of me here
I got no distance left to run

It's over, I knew it would end this way
I hope you're with someone who makes you feel
That this life is a life
One who settles down, stays around
Spends more time with you
I got no distance left to run

Ganhei

Ou melhor ganhou a minha bebé, que pode ficar com o pai aos fins de semana, de 15 em 15 e todas as quartas-feiras. Nada mau... Pronto é mau, mas na impossibilidade de ter os pais juntos, isto será o melhor para a minha filha, para saber e sentir que é amada. Ser amado é meio caminho para ter uma boa vida. E isso é o que eu desejo para ela.

Listening to I Had a Dream - Joss Stone album The Soul Sessions

p.s - A propósito da sugestão de musica... Já tenho seguidores, ou serão imitadores? Dor de corno dói comó caralho..... Mete gelo que isso passa.

IVG

A primeira e unica vez que vou abordar este assunto no blog, pois é uma questão pessoal e intransmissivel, o voto. Mas mesmo por isso resolvi falar disto. Por ser uma escolha pessoal, acho ridículo os partidos políticos se meterem ao barulho. Eu não sou fiel a nenhum partido em particular, mas confesso que me inclino mais para a esquerda ( não, não é um expressão com conteúdo sexual implícito.), de qualquer maneira acho que a ideologia de esquerda é uma utopia, e consequentemente inatingivel. Vá sou de centro esquerda.
Mas acho realmente estupidificante que os partidos se associem, e façam campanha por uma questão que não deve partir de ideologias políticas, mas antes de uma ideologia e valores pessoais de cada um como indivíduo. Tal como acho ridículo a igreja dar o seu bitatite, embora com mais um pouco de legitimidade, pois há quem se guie pelos padrões religiosos para condzir a sua vida pessoal(!!). Ora não conheço ninguem que faça exactamente o que o Socrates ou o Louçã ou o Marques fazem na vida, e adoptem o seu estilo de vida. Não me lembro de nunca ter visto os 10 mandamentos de Socrates, ou o novo testamento do Louçã, ou mesmo as escrituras sagradas do mar morto, publicadas pelo Marques Mendes. O que é que estes senhores têm a ver com as mulheres que não podem fazer as coisas de maneira mais segura e higiénica???
O Socrates duvido, mas se o Louçã tiver um caso extra-conjugal com uma mulher, não vai fazer o aborto? Seja a Espanha ou no cais do sodré? Que puta de sociedade.
Votem em consciência, e só baseados nisso mais nada. Os meus impostos? Fodasse o que me interessa para que servem? Nunca servem pra nada mesmo por isso se puder ajudar umas mulheres com eles é me totalmente indiferente, não os acho mal gastos. E se um dia os impostos dos outros servirem para a minha mulher fazer um?

Listening to Jimi Hendrix - Hey joe, Purple Haze & Voodoo child.

Promessa Vs. Esperança

Vou deixar de fumar hoje.

2006

Bom, estamos em época de balanços. Foi espectacular.... Vejamos:

Acabei com a minha namorada porque não a suportava, para dias depois a aceitar de volta... A razão disto foi saber que ia ser pai, bacano... vamos dar á criança um lar como deve ser----> Errado! Continuámos a não conseguir ficar debaixo do mesmo tecto. Depois na espectativa de ser pai ( algo que esperava há 10 anos, quiçá fruto da minha vontade de emendar os erros do meu próprio pai), envolvi-me com uma e depois outra sendo que a última teve mais sentido do que a primeira, mas ambas se revelaram experiências infrutíferas.
Mudei de casa duas vezes, sendo que a primeira foi para uma casa bem melhor do que a que eu tinha antes, muito maior e mais desafogada com vista rio, etc ( mas com vizinhos do pior). A segunda mudança trouxe-me para casa da minha mãe, visando cortar nas despesas, e pensando na minha filha que nascera em Setembro, e em mim na minha habilidade, ou falta dela, para escolher gaijas ( sublinho, gaijas).
Depois novo emprego, a trabalhar naquilo que acho que não devia existir, ou se tivesse mesmo de ser que fosse todo pra mim que eu me encarregaria de o distribuir irmamente entre os demais, o dinheiro... Um sector onde se festeja em jantares de natal da empresa o facto de os portugueses estarem cada vez mais individados, e recorrerem a novos créditos para pagarem os primeiros que contraíram. LTV, Euribor, IRS, IRC, registo predial urbano, taxa de esforço, consultores, mortgage, crédito consolidado... Palavras destas entraram no meu dia a dia... E palmadinhas nas costas dos nossos patrões americanos que nem sequer nos conhecem, mas gostam muito de nós....
Aniversário que a mulher da minha vida foi embora... Mulher da miha vida até agora porque ainda ( burro, casmurro, teimoso) acredito que vou conhecer mais mulheres da minha vida.
Paixão, amor, borboletas na barriga, falta de sono e estados eufóricos nem vê-los este ano.
Ser pai sem ter o direito de ver a minha filha.
Não sentir a paternidade como deve ser.
Não ver a filhota no Natal.
A minha tia a morrer aos poucos, com o desejo ( senão final, quase) de pôr a mesa da ceia de Natal por ser o último Natal que ela poderia fazer tal coisa...
A pouca vontade de festejar o fim de ano, poucos lugares para o fazer, e não estar onde quero...
Olha ao menos salvou-se a ida ás terras do tio Alberto João, das bananas, e das praias de areia importada, no verão.
Mau ou muito mau, morno ou pior que isso....triste, já foi, ou quase.
Ainda bem, fodasse! Venha outro! Não precisa muito para ser bem melhor que este merdas que passou durante 12 meses, 365 dias, 8760 horas... lento, lentinho...

Listening to Aretha Franklin - Respect, Rescue Me, Say a Little Prayer for You & Son of a Preacher Man

Foi-se.
Ela foi-se. Custa aceitar que te foste embora em junho.7 de Junho, uma data que será lembrada por mim.
Com ela esvaziou-se a esperança do amor que carreguei no meu peito por anos e anos, a tentar encontrá-lo. O verdadeiro para além do desejo sexual puro e oco. Só ficaram as gatas...E as memórias de ti a dançar com aquela cara cómica... De tudo o que eu tive e fugiu. Foi-se. Com o passar do tempo as memórias não se apagam... Ficam... teimosas como tu, envoltas em brilhantes e uma áurea pura... como tu.
Outro amor como o que senti por ti não há mais.
A maneira de me chamares amor não há mais.
O teu ranger dos dentes durante a noite não há mais.
O teu beijo quando saías para ir trabalhar não há mais.
Merda pró natal!
Nuno

Listening to Smashing Pumpkins - In The Arms Of Sleep album Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness

Christmas Syndrome aka Car Problems?

Na passada quinta-feira, comecei a cozinhar a ideia de comprar carro para substituir o meu. Em lume brando claro, porque há que ser cuidadoso para não nos metermos em dívidas, que depois nos atiram para uma espiral infindável de creditos da cofidis ou da cetelem ( que são dinheiro na mão, com total rapidez, facilidade, e é só escolher a quantia porque eles são tão amiguinhos que nos "dão o dinheiro na hora"). Entrando na espiral de consumo desenfreado, as pessoas têm uma falsa sensação de concretização, momentânea, e que dura até vir o primeiro extracto do crédito, ou dos créditos contraídos, o que depois no desespero leva a pedir créditos a outras instituições, tendo como fim pagar os primeiros, e que novamente dão a falsa e momentânea sensação de ter as contas em dia...
Mas voltanto ao início, o que me levou a pensar comprar outro carro? Talvez a ideia de dar mais algum conforto á minha filha com um carro maior e mais seguro, ou a possibilidade de poder levar os meus cães a passear, sem eles me cagarem o banco de trás todo... Ou será simplesmente uma ideia consumista, alimentada e muito bem, pela indústria, que nesta época fervilham com ideias e ideais de lucros desmesurados... O Natal outrora salvação da humanidade com o nascimento de Cristo, tornou-se principalmente na salvação da industria e comércio que durante os outros 11 meses do ano, anseiam e planeiam o mês de Dezembro. Afinal o desemprego está em alta, as dividas dos agregados familiares estão em alta, somos o pior país da bela Comunidade Europeia atrasados anos e anos da nossa vizinha Espanha, que também teve um regime nacionalista e fascista, MAS TEMOS A ARVORE DE NATAL MAIS ALTA DA EUROPA!! Anda tudo contente com isso.
Mas voltanto ao início, o que me levou a pensar comprar outro carro? Bem isso não interessa, mas ao jantar de quinta-feira, estava eu todo alegre a pensar no meu carrito novo, um BMW preto, lindo, com grandes jantes prateadas, e a pedir opinião a todos os que estavam na mesa comigo. Foi um excelente tema de conversa. No dia a seguir o meu boguinhas não pegou de manha... Tenho-o há 7 anos, nunca deu problemas, e logo no dia a seguir a eu pensar substituí-lo, não pegou. Mas afinal há coincidências ou quê?
Mas voltando ainda ao início, o que me levou a pensar comprar outro carro?

Listening to The Talking Heads - Road to Nowhere; Wild Wild Life & (Nothing but)Flowers

Remember,you are the love of my life.Always

Last Goodbye - Jeff Buckley

This is our last goodbye
I hate to feel the love between us die.
But it's over
Just hear this and then I'll go:
You gave me more to live for,
More than you'll ever know.

Well, this is our last embrace,
Must I dream and always see your face?
Why can't we overcome this wall?
Baby, maybe it's just because I didn't know you at all.

Kiss me, please kiss me,
But kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation.
Oh, you know it makes me so angry 'cause I know that in time
I'll only make you cry, this is our last goodbye.

Did you say, "No, this can't happen to me"?
And did you rush to the phone to call?
Was there a voice unkind in the back of your mind saying,
"Maybe, you didn't know him at all,
you didn't know him at all,
oh, you didn't know"?

Well, the bells out in the church tower chime,
Burning clues into this heart of mine.
Thinking so hard on her soft eyes,
and the memories
Offer signs that it's over, it's over.

What am I still to you?Some thief who stole from you? (continuação)

A tristeza....És a tristeza personificada em corpo de mulher. Como olho para ti e unhas afiadas precorrem o meu estômago, como as tuas palavras aguçadas e ridículas me deixam um travo amargo na boca.... Como alguém pode descer assim tanto? És o pior da humanidade personificada no corpo de uma miúda.
Não fui construído para odiar. Não fui concebido para odiar. Não vim ao mundo para te odiar...
Essa palavra nem teria entrado no meu vocabulário ainda. Agora sei isso.
Quem me dera ter muito dinheiro para to esfregar todo na cara, e dar-to para comeres, nota por nota, até o vomitares, até não poderes mais de tanto....
O amor é o mais importante, é sublime e intocável na sua importância e no prazer que dá... Mas tu não sabes isso.
Sei que nunca vais saber o que é... Por isso serei sempre mais completo que tu, porque já o senti uma vez, e essa vez vale por uma vida, vale por 20 milhoes de contos, vale tudo e mais alguma coisa que possas obter. És pobre de espírito.... Que deficiência te afecta o cerebro? É sem dúvida merecedora de estudo por parte de filósofos, sociólogos, psicólogos... todos os sectores têm a aprender com essa tua dislexia...
Eu mero formiguinha do dia a dia, aprendi. Aprendi a dar valor ao amor que tive e se foi, mas deixou cá dentro um fogo que não se apaga.

Listening to Jeff Buckley - Morning Theft

What am I still to you?Some thief who stole from you?

Time takes care of the wound, so I can believe.You had so much to give, you thought I couldn't see.Gifts for boot heels to crush, promises deceivedI had to send it away to bring us back again.Your eyes and body brighten silent waters, deep.Your precious daughter in the other room, asleep.A kiss "Goodnight" from every stranger that I meet.I had to send it away to bring us back again.Morning theft, and pretender left, ungrateful.True Self is what brought you here, to me.A place where we can accept this love.Friendship battered down by useless history,Unexamined failure.What am I still to you?Some thief who stole from you?Or some fool drama queen whose chances were few?That brings us to who we need,a place where we can saveA heart that beats as both siphon and reservoir.You're a woman, I'm a calf.You're a window, I'm a knife.We come together making chance into starlight.Meet me tomorrow night, or any day you want.I have no right to wonder just how, or when.And though the meaning fits, there's no relief in this.I miss my beautiful friend.I had to send it away to bring her back again.

Jeff Buckley - Morning Theft