quinta-feira, 15 de janeiro de 2009
terça-feira, 13 de janeiro de 2009
sábado, 10 de janeiro de 2009
quinta-feira, 8 de janeiro de 2009
Ontem, hoje e amanhã
Gosto de pensar que apesar de sermos tantos no mundo há sempre lugar para sermos nós próprios e fazermos a diferença. Então tentei pensar naquilo que podia ser o meu caminho e o meu espaço. Descobri porém que não podemos ser todos um Tiger Woods ou um Nadal..é contra natura!
Por isso tentei pensar em algo original. Algo nunca feito! Algo que não existe..
Fiquei perdido, num barco à deriva, sem rumo nem capitão. Só depois de muito navegar me apercebi do erro que tinha cometido..
Não somos únicos naquilo que fazemos..isso qualquer um pode fazer. Somos únicos para quem assim nos acha.
O ser humano existe para partilhar, viver, sonhar e existir para outros seres humanos. A diferença faz-se com, para e daqueles que amamos e nos amam de volta. A singularidade preserva-se com a certeza da união e do amor.
E mais não digo..
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quarta-feira, 7 de janeiro de 2009
O portátil sem teclado..
Na minha opinião é um bocado..dummy!
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terça-feira, 6 de janeiro de 2009
Run bitch, run!!
Queria partilhar algo convosco.
Algo que me perturbou.
Hoje vi um desastre da natureza.
Não são raros, infelizmente, e de quando em vez lá se atravessa um no nosso caminho.
Tive medo.
Assustou ver aquela fronha..e agora que penso tenho arrepios!
O cabelo desgranhado e piroso, os ossos impunentes e pontiagudos, a voz do Miguel Sousa Tavares e a roupa 3 números acima..
Pena daqueles que sofrem por ver destas coisas..
E mais não digo..
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segunda-feira, 5 de janeiro de 2009
o bitaite culto
Apenas chamo a atenção para um blog que sugiro por pecar na originalidade e irreverência.
É recente mas actualizações não vão faltar..
Uma espreitadela não custa.
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Fall Out Boy - What a Catch, Donnie
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch
You'll never catch us
So just let me be
Said I'll be fine
Till the hospital or American Embassy
Miss Flack said I still want you back
Yeah, Miss Flack said I still want you back
I got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch
And all I can think of
Is the way I'm the one
Who charmed the one
Who gave up on you
Who gave up on you
They say the captain
Goes down with the ship
So, when the world ends
Will God go down with it?
Miss Flack said I still want you back
Yeah, Miss Flack said I still want you back
I got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch
And all I can think of
Is the way I'm the one
Who charmed the one
Who gave up on you
Who gave up on you
What a catch
What a catch
What a catch
What a catch
[Elvis Costello:]
I will never end up like him
Behind my back, I already am
Keep a calendar
This way you will always know
I got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch
And all I can think of
Is the way I'm the one
Who charmed the one
Who gave up on you
Who gave up on you
[Gabe Saporta:]
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman
Maybe he won't find out what I know
You were the last good thing
[Travis McCoy:]
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And sugar, we're goin' down swinging
[Brendon Urie:]
Dance, dance, we're falling apart to halftime
Dance, dance, and these are the lives you'd love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
[Doug Does:]
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
[Alex DeLeon:]
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great
He tastes like you, only sweeter
[William Beckett:]
Growing up, growing up
I got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch
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sábado, 3 de janeiro de 2009
Heineken..pois claro!
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Liliana Queiroz - A menina Playboy
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quinta-feira, 1 de janeiro de 2009
Fall Out Boy - Thnks Fr Th Mmrs
I'm gonna make you bend and break
(It sent you to me without wings)
Say a prayer but let the good times roll
In case God doesn't show
(Let the good times roll, let the good times roll)
And I want these words to make things right
But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life
"Who does he think he is?"
If that's the worst you got
Better put your fingers back to the keys
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
even though they weren't so great
"He tastes like you only sweeter"
One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
"He, he tastes like you only sweeter"
Been looking forward to the future
But my eyesight is going bad
And this crystal ball
It's always cloudy except for (except for)
When you look into the past (look into the past)
One night stand (one night stand off)
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
even though they weren't so great
"He tastes like you only sweeter"
One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
"He, he tastes like you only sweeter"
They say I only think in the form of crunching numbers
In hotel rooms collecting page six lovers
Get me out of my mind and get you out of those clothes
I'm a liner away from getting you into the mood, whoa
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
even though they weren't so great
"He tastes like you only sweeter"
One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
"He, he tastes like you only sweeter"
One night and one more time (One more night, one more time)
Thanks for the memories
even though they weren't so great
"He tastes like you only sweeter"
One night, yeah, and one more time (One more night, one more time)
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
"He, he tastes like you only sweeter"
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A frase de 2009
"Não gosto de golden strike..cheira a canela e tem mesmo pedaços de ouro lá dentro!"
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2009
Apetecia-me começar o ano a falar mal do governo, dos ministros, dos chulos bancários ou das anãs que jogam basquet..mas falta-me inspiração.
Era só mesmo para desejar um bom ano..
E mais não digo..
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