Disco science

Gosto porque me faz rir... WTF?

2011-11-29T14:12:00.000-08:00

A acreditar nas respostas das pessoas apaixonadas os tipos que mais sucesso têm com as gajas são os palhaços e os comediantes.
Quando se pergunta a alguém porque é que gosta da outra pessoa estas respostas surgem sempre entre as primeiras duas: "Porque me faz rir" ou "Porque é engraçado".

E já agora, como é que ele é na cama?
É um espetáculo!!! Farto-me de rir! Faz-me rir tanto e tantas vezes que noutro dia quase nem conseguia respirar...
Os meus antigos namorados nunca me souberam fazer rir. Mas este... Hmmmm.

A pior coisa que pode acontecer a um homem na cama é a gaja começar-se a rir. Só me lembro de duas coisas que possam causar isso:
1- Humor fisico: Não fazes puta ideia do que estás a fazer e estás a fazer-lhe cócegas nalgum lado.
2- Humor visual: Acho que não preciso de me "alongar" neste ponto.

Se nos guiarmos também por estas respostas pode-se dizer que os relacionamentos correm realmente muito bem. Afinal de contas nunca ouvi falar de ninguém que tenha pago um quarto de hotel e tenha contratado um comediante porque a mulher/homem recusa-se a fazer certas piadas...

Like a friend

2010-03-16T04:41:00.000-07:00

Esta musica faz parte da banda sonora do filme "Great Expectations". O filme está bastante fixe, se bem que eu ache que o actor principal é mto tótó e não me agrada mto o final do filme. Mas desculpa-se. :) Aconselho a ver.

Don't bother saying you're sorry / Why don't you come in
Smoke all my cigarettes again / Every time I get no further
How long has it been? / Come on in now, wipe your feet on my dreams
You take up my time / Like some cheap magazine
When I could have been learning something
Oh well, you know what I mean, oh / I've done this before
And I will do it again / Come on and kill me baby
While you smile like a friend / Oh and I'll come running
Just to do it again / You are the last drink I never should have drunk
You are the body hidden in the trunk / You are the habit I can't seem to kick
You are my secrets on the front page every week
You are the car I never should have bought
You are the dream I never should have caught
You are the cut that makes me hide my face
You are the party that makes me feel my age
Like a car crash I can see but I just can't avoid
Like a plane I've been told I never should board
Like a film that's so bad but I've got to stay till the end
Let me tell you now: it's lucky for you that we're friends.

Pulp - Like a Friend

Come with me

2010-03-09T03:56:00.000-08:00

Uh-huh, Yeah,
Uh-huh, Yeah, uuh
Uh-huh, Yeah, uuh
Uh-huh, Yeah, uuh
Uh-huh, Yeah, uuh
Uh-huh, Yeah, Yeah
Hear my cries
Hear my call
Lend me your ears
See my fall
See my error
Know my faults
Time halts
See my loss
Know I'm lacking
Backtracking
Where I met you
Pistol packing
Itchy finger
Trigger happy
Try to trap me
Bad rap
Wiretap me
Back-stab me
Break the faith
Fall from grace
Tell me lies
Time flies
Close your eyes
Come with me
Come with me, Yeah
Come with me, Uh-huh, Yeah
You said to trust you
You'd never hurt me
Now I'm disgusted
Since then adjusted
Certainly you fooled me
Ridiculed me
Left me hanging
Now shit is boomeranging
Right back at you
Think long range
Narrow-minded
Left me blinded
I cosigned it
Shit backfired
But I'm bouncing back
I grinded
Not many would bear the pressure
You comprehend me
You want to end me
You offend me
It's trauma
Feel the trauma
Come with me
Yeah, Uh-huh, ah ha
Come with me, Don't be afraid, yeah
Come with me
I close my eyes
And I see..
You standing there
I cry...
Tears...
Of sorrow...
I die....
Uh-huh, Yeah
Fuck my enemies
Fuck my foes
Damn these hoes
You're stepping on my toes
Back up off me
Take your hands off me
Give me room to breathe
I'm not hearing it
I'm not fearing it
I'm up to my ears in it
Bullshit I'm destructive
Some women find that seductive
Some say it's lunacy
Reluctantly I've been moving on
I ignore you
Sorry if I bore you
I neglect you
Don't mean to disrespect you
Can't you see
I love you dearly
And that sincerely
But you annoy me
You can't avoid me
I'm here to stay
Forever and ever and a day
That's never
I can't let you go
I can't forget it
Why you did it
I won't permit it
And won't acquit it
I want to fight you
I'll fucking bite you
Can't stand nobody like you
You can't run
You can't hide
No surprise
Close your eyes
Come with me, yeah
Come with me
Come with me, AHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOWWW
Yeah, like this
Come on, Come on
Yeah turn me up, turn me up
Yeah yeah yeah, come on now, Yeah
Hear my cries
Hear my calls
Lend me your ears (Uh huh You ready now? Come on check this out)
Hear my cries
Hear my calls
Lend me your ears, Uhh (Oh yeah that's right, Oh yeah that's right)
Hear my cries
Hear my calls
Lend me your ears
See my fall
See my errors
Know my faults
Time halts
See my loss
Know I'm lacking
Backtracking
Where I met you
Pistol packing
Itchy finger
Trigger happy
Try to trap me
Bad rap
Wiretap me
Backstab me
Break the faith
Fall from grace
Tell me lies
Time flies
Close your eyes
Come with me
Come with me x8
I'm gonna take you with me
I want to fight you
I'll fucking bite you
Can't stand nobody like you
You can't run
You can't hide
No surprise
Close your eyes
Come with me
I'm gonna take you with me
I'm here to stay
Forever ever
And ever and day that's never
Come with me
Uh-huh, Yeah x6
Come with me

Puff Daddy - Come with me

Living on my own

2010-03-01T07:12:00.000-08:00

Sometimes I feel I'm gonna break down and cry
Nowhere to go nothing to do with my time
I get lonely so lonely living on my own

Sometimes I feel I'm always walking too fast
And everything is coming down on me down on me
I go crazy oh so crazy living on my own

Dee do de de dee do de de
I don't have no time for no monkey business
Dee do de de dee do de de
I get so lonely lonely lonely lonely yeah
Got to be some good times ahead

Sometimes I feel nobody gives me no warning
Find my head is always up in the clouds in a dreamworld
It's not easy living on my own

Dee do de de dee do de de
I don't have no time for no monkey business
Dee do de de dee do de de
I get so lonely lonely lonely lonely yeah
Got to be some good times ahead

Dee do de de dee do de de
I don't have no time for no monkey business
Dee do de de dee do de de
I get so lonely lonely lonely lonely yeah
Got to be some good times ahead

Queen - Living On My Own

The Man in the Arena

2010-02-18T09:25:00.000-08:00

"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face in marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."

The Man in the Arena By Theodore Roosevelt.

The good guy

2010-02-08T11:39:00.000-08:00

Este filme parece ter bastante potencial.
Vamos lá ver se conseguem desenvolver o tema e fazer um filme à altura.

Honest twister commercial

2010-02-01T06:25:00.000-08:00

Honest twister commercial

Acho que vou ver se arranjo lá para casa. :D

The morning after...

2010-02-01T05:50:00.000-08:00

(andre 3000):
the morning after...
(girl):
what time is it? 7:48! where where are my where where where are my panties?
oh my god where are my panties?...
damn where...
i don't...,
he gon think im a ho...
fuck that i liked it,...
i was drunk and it was my birthday anyway...
maybe i should just lay here and let him touch my booty...
mmmmm but he dont even know my name...

(andre 3000):
i know she think that i just think she some kind of ho...
i don't give a shit bout give in it up on the first night...
that just lettin me know...
she know what she want outta life...
what a hell a way to god damn wake up,...
oh that shit was good oh maybe...
she'd get me some breakfast she so goddamn sweet, sweet as she wanna be... oh i just oh i wanna lay in her hair...
you can't fall for it, don't fall for it Ice Cold (ice cold!!!)
maybe i just roll over and lay on her booty yeah nah no no no , just lay and be cool be cool (ice cold!!) but what if she, what if she, what if she, what if she's the one........

Outkast - Where are my panties?

Afinal não é assim tão complicado...

2010-01-29T10:54:00.000-08:00

You are the woman for me if we are able to speak our mind freely without hurting each others sensibility.
That means we really are one.

Women Lose Weight

2010-01-22T07:30:00.000-08:00

What a surpriser
Open your eyes, A
Woman advisor

The name of this entertainment is women lose weight
Our first years of marriage everything was just great
But after two kids and the weight gain factor
The fact is now she's completely unattractive
Look, fat chicks, I don't mean to sound rude
I tell her nice hit the gym and don't eat so much food
But no, 'You're shallow, you need to run the course of unconditional love and
so forth'
But how, If desire's not there that's just delayment
Divorce is, child support, alimony payments
My happiness I doubt discouraged
So hurry for an easier way out of this marriage

Meanwhile my secretary June, well groomed
'When you gonna leave your wife?'
I tell her soon monny soon I assume
Or my destiny is blue
Interestingly the only thing left for me to do
Is to kill her

What a surpriser
Open your eyes, A
Woman advisor

I'm going to have to kill her
Of course there's laws which enforces divorces
I'm send that ass right
To the morgue miss
My plans against or shenanigans kinda ran thin
Knowing nothing about poisoning and I can't swim
Bad intentions pumping, might as wall become numb
Cut her lungs or the obvious robbery gone wrong
But the catch is do I have the nerve to dispatch this
Who can I get to help me murder this fat chick?
I guess I'll have to play a dude robbing
On Wednesday the day she usually goes food shopping
Anyway, long story short hit the side of her Chrysler
And sent it clean over the divider
You bastard she said as the wreck went tumbling down the hill
I thought she has to be dead
Later on, ger a call from a Lieutenant O'Rourke
Had me leaping like a frog
"We need you at the morgue'
So I selfishly pursue
Boo Hoo there was nothing else left for me to do
I have to kill her

What a surpriser

Screaming who done took my heart
Acting shaken up a lot

At the funeral, though everyone was looking at me odd
Like I did it
Like I was the reason my mates slain
Murmuring, I heard he was displeased with her weight gain
While my secretary, sort of a sexy blonde, can't COOK
All she does is order from restaurants
All of the sex you want
I doubt could address
Clothes not washed proper and house look a mess
And talking to detectives that was waiting outside
How I took a long lunch break day the wife died
I darn near turned pale
And because of betrayal
They indicted me and gave me an impossible bail

Good fortune to anyone admiring the rawtent
Moral of the story is desire is important
So watch your weight it will keep your mate smitten
It's a given
Though looking back I realise I didn't have to kill her

What a surpriser

Well there you have it
Keep trim keep your marriages healthy
You know what I mean
A small message from Morcheeba adn Slick Rick ruler

Peace

Morcheeba - Women Lose Weight

ProudCow

2010-01-19T10:09:00.001-08:00

The bastard who is taking my social life away:

Sexy Bitch

2010-01-19T03:30:00.000-08:00

Yes, I can see her
'cause every girl in here wanna be her
Oh! She's a Diva...
I feel the same,
And I wanna meet her

They say: "She low down..."
It's just a rumour I don't believe 'em!
They say: "She needs to slow down..."
The *baddest* thing around town!

She's nothing like a girl you've ever seen before!
Nothing you can compare to your neighborhood whore!
I'm tryinna find the words to describe this girl without being disrespectful!!!

The way, that booty movin' - I can't take no more
Have to stop what I'm doin', so I can pull up her close
I'm tryinna find the words to describe this girl without being disrespectful

Damn Girl!!!

Damn, you's a sexy bitch, sexy bitch!
Damn, you's a sexy bitch!

Damn Girl!!!

Damn, you's a sexy bitch, sexy bitch!
Damn, you's a sexy bitch!

Damn Girl!!!

Yes, I can see her
'cause every girl in here wanna be her
Oh! She's a Diva...
I feel the same,
And I wanna meet her

They say: "She low down..."
It's just a rumour I don't believe 'em!
They say: "She needs to slow down..."
The *baddest* thing around town!

She's nothing like a girl you've ever seen before!
Nothing you can compare to your neighborhood whore!
I'm tryinna find the words to describe this girl without being

disrespectful!!!

The way, that booty movin' - I can't take no more
Have to stop what I'm doin', so I can pull up her close
I'm tryinna find the words to describe this girl without being

disrespectful

Damn Girl!!!

Damn, you's a sexy bitch, sexy bitch!
Damn, you's a sexy bitch!

Damn Girl!!!

Damn, you's a sexy bitch, sexy bitch!
Damn, you's a sexy bitch!

Damn Girl!!!

Damn, you's a sexy bitch, sexy bitch!
Damn, you's a sexy bitch!

Damn Girl!!!

Damn, you's a sexy bitch, sexy bitch!
Damn, you's a sexy bitch!

Damn! You's a Sexy Bitch!

David Ghetta feat. Akon - Sexy Bitch

Viva la vida

2010-01-15T04:33:00.000-08:00

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead!
Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
(Ohhh)

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh

Coldplay - Viva La Vida

Happy

2010-01-11T07:57:00.000-08:00

Someone once told me
That you have to choose
What you win or lose
You can’t have everything
Don’t you take chances
You might feel the pain
Don’t you love in vain
Cause love wont set you free
I could stand by the side
And watch this life pass me by
So unhappy but safe as could be

So what if it hurts me
So what if I break down
So what if this world just throws me off the edge
My feet run out of ground
I gotta find my place
I wanna hear my sound
Don’t care about other pain in front of me
Cause I’m just tryna be happy, yeah
Just wanna be happy, yeah

Holding on tightly
Just can’t let it go
Just tryna play my roll
Slowly disappear, oooh
Well all these tears
They feel like they’re the same
Just different faces, different names
Get me outta here
Well I can stand by the side
And watch this life pass me by
Pass me by

So what if it hurts me
So what if i break down
So what if this world just throws me off the edge
My feet run out of ground
I gotta find my place
I wanna hear my sound
Don’t care about other pain in front of me
Cause I’m just tryna be happy
Just wanna be happy
Oooh…

So any turns that i cant see
Ill count a stranger on this road
But don’t say victim
Don’t say anything

So what if it hurts me
So what if i break down
So what if this world just throws me off the edge
My feet run out of ground
I gotta find my place
I wanna hear my sound
Don’t care about all the pain in front of me
Cause I’m just try to be happy
Just wanna be happy

Leona Lewis - Happy

Breeze

2009-12-22T06:11:00.001-08:00

Dj Gregory - Breeze

I like it

2009-12-05T15:10:00.000-08:00

Oh
Oh
I Like it
I like it a lot

Oh
I like it a lot

Oh
I like it a lot

I liked it
I liked it a lot
Step there, sooner than not
Right there, there on the ground

Did I say I liked it?
Yes you did
Did I say I liked it?
Yes you did

I like it
I liked it a lot

I like everything about you
I like everything we try
I like everything we did then
I liked it so good inside,
So good inside

I liked it
No, I liked it a lot
I liked it
Oh way to go

Take this
You did it a lot
It's better
Better than most

I liked it
I liked it a lot
I liked it
I liked it a lot

Did I say I liked it?
Did I say that now?
Did I say I loved it?
Did you understand?
Did you get it right now?
Did I make sense..
Did it feel good now?

Did I say I liked it?
I liked it a lot
I liked it
I liked it a lot

Did I say I liked it?
I liked it a lot
Did I say I liked it?
You know I liked it a lot

I liked it
I liked it a lot
I liked it
No, I liked it a lot

I like it
I liked it a lot
I like it
I liked it a lot

Moby - I Like It

Sim. Gostei, gostei bastante!

Iris

2009-11-19T05:38:00.000-08:00

And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
Chorus

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything seems like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know your alive

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am

Goo Goo Dolls - Iris

A palavra é de prata...

2009-10-29T08:14:00.000-07:00

Há tempos estive a ver um video no youtube que fala das diferenças entre os cérebros dos homens em relação ao das mulheres. E uma coisa engraçada e veridica é a capacidade que os homens têm de se desligar de tudo e não pensar em nada, a tal "nothing box" que nós homens usamos para relaxar. E isto é algo que as mulheres não conseguem perceber. Não suportam ver-nos neste estado! Depois gera-se aquela conversa habitual pela qual eu já passei com a minha ex...
- "Em que é que estás a pensar?"
- "Em nada."
- "Em nada? Como é que é possivel não estares a pensar em nada?"
- "Sim, não estava a pensar em nada."
- "Oh, não me queres é dizer..."
- "Não estava a pensar em nada!!!"
- "Vá lá, diz lá..."
Tanto chateia que começas a pensar "Tenho de inventar qq coisa só para ver se ela se cala. Chata dum caralho!". E vais inventar o que? Vá qq coisa pra despachar...
- "Tava a pensar que amanhã talvez chova."
- "Tavas a pensar no tempo? Só isso? De certeza que tavas a pensar em mais alguma coisa..."
- "Não era só isso."
- "Mas tavas tão calado!"
Pois tava caralho, porque não tava a pensar em nada e logo não tinha nada para dizer!!!
- "Era so isso."
- "Va lá de certeza que tava a pensar em mais alguma coisa!"
Foda-se que ja me tou a passar com esta merda! Tenho de inventar qualquer coisa de mais profundo para ver se a convenço a calar-se e deixar-me voltar a não pensar em nada!
- "Estava a pensar em como gosto de ti e como estou feliz de estar contigo." (Quando tás é todo fodido por ela te estar a lixar o juizo com merdas sem importancia.)
- "Ah... E o que é que mais gostas em mim?"
Pronto, acabou-se o sossego, já não podes voltar a "pensar" em nada...
Que mania que as mulheres têm! Porra se eu eventualmente estiver a pensar em alguma coisa isso diz-me respeito a mim e não tenho porque contar o que vai na minha cabeça.
Por isso para todas as mulheres que têm a mania de fazer isso, e em especial para a minha adorada ex, para a qual nunca tive a clareza de espirito para lhe dizer isto: SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH AND LET ME GET SOME PEACE OF MIND!

When Love Takes Over

2009-10-26T19:23:00.000-07:00

Its complicated
It always is
That’s just the way it goes
Feels like I waited so long for this
I wonder if it shows

Head under water
Now i can't breath
It never felt so good
‘Cause i can feel it coming over me
I wouldn’t stop it if i could

When love takes over (yeah-ah-eah)
You know you can’t deny
When love takes over (yeah-ah-eah)
‘Cause something’s here tonight

Give me a reason
I gotta know
Do you feel it too?
Cant you see me here unoverload
And this time I blame you
Looking out for you to hold my hand
It feels like I could fall
Now love me right, like I know you can
We could lose it all

When love takes over (yeah-ah-eah)
You know you can’t deny
When love takes over (yeah-ah-eah)
‘Cause something’s here tonight

When love takes over (yeah-ah-eah)
You know you can’t deny
When love takes over (yeah-ah-eah)
‘Cause something’s here tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight

David Guetta feat Kelly Rowland - When Love Takes Over

Dig!

2009-10-20T05:42:00.000-07:00

Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was slowly changing

I would love to beat the face,
Of any mother fucker that's thinkin' they can change me,
White knuckles grip pushing through for the gold,
If you're wantin' a piece of me I broke the mother fuckin' mold,
I'm drowning in your wake
Shit rubbed in my face
Teething on concrete
Gums bleeding

Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was slowly changing

I struggle in violated space,
Sell out motherfuckers in the biz that try to fuck me,
Hang from their T's rated P.G. insight,
I ain't sellin' my soul when there's nothing to buy
I'm livid in my space
Pissing in my face
Fuck you
While you try
To fuck me

Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was you ain't fuckin' changing me
dig
dig
dig
dig, kill, now motherfucker
dig, kill, now motherfucker
dig, kill, now motherfucker
dig,
Go.

Let me help you tie the rope around your neck,
Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge,
Let me help you hold the glock against your head
Let me help you tie the rope around your neck,
Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge,
Let me help you hold the glock against your head,
Let me help to chain the weights onto your legs
your the blind fuck

Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was slowly changing
Wish you were committing
Suicide suckin' on a mother fuckin' tailpipe
Dead man walking on a tight rope
Limbless in the middle of a channel bombs away

Mudvayne - Dig

O amor deixa-nos estupidos.

2009-10-13T02:28:00.000-07:00

PARENTAL ADVISORY EXPLICIT CONTENT

Em vez de gastarem dinheiro em vacinas para a gripe A deviam era gastar dinheiro a fazer uma vacina para essa coisa chamada "amor" porque é a causa de uma taxa muito elevada de estupidez na população.
Ficamos estupidos em todos os sentidos...
O que acho mais parvo é coisas do tipo, "O amor tudo perdoa", "Quando se ama faz-se tudo pela outra pessoa" "Quando se ama coloca-se a outra pessoa em 1º lugar", e coisas desse género. É a estupidez levada ao estremo!
Já para não falar que depois as pessoas andam cegas... Não vêm os defeitos das pessoas, ou se vêm fecham os olhos. Às vezes evitam criticar "- Querido, achas que estou gorda? -Não, estás muito bem assim minha pombinha de 185Kg." ou deixar de se falar em certos assuntos com medo do que a outra pessoa poderá pensar... Mudança de personalidade para parecer bem aos olhos da outra pessoa também é um sintoma comum!
Tudo porque? Não é porque gostes muito da outra pessoa, tu queres é leva-la para a cama e infelizmente foi inventada esta cena do "amor" para convencer as senhoras dos nossos nobres interesses. Quando tudo o que nós e elas queremos é só dar umas quecas.
Acontece depois é que passado algum tempo perde-se o interesse, o sexo deixa de ser novidade, tu fartas-te de andar a fingir ser alguem que não és, começas a notar os defeitos da outra pessoa mas estás agarrado à vaca porque andaste para aí a espalhar aos sete ventos que a "amavas".
Então e agora como é que te livras dela? Tens de arranjar alguma forma de o fazer.
Há duas maneiras, podes arranjar tomates para terminar com ela. Mas aí se calhar vais perder a oportunidade de comer metade das amigas dela porque vão achar-te um porco sem coração.
Ou então começas a fazer-lhe a vida negra para ver se é ela que termina contigo. Essa seria a melhor opção porque depois podes andar a fazer o papel de vitima e vais poder usar isso para conhecer gajas. "Estou tão triste, a minha namorada deixou-me. Não sei se vou conseguir apaixonar-me outra vez..." and so on...
Mas isso não vai acontecer! Porque com essa conversa toda agora a cabra "ama-te"! Eu digo agora, porque de inicio ela também só queria dar umas fodas contigo, mas depis entrou na onda do "amor" e agora vai perdoar-te todas as cenas que lhe fizeres e nunca vai terminar a relação contigo!
Isto só pode acabar de uma maneira, e vai ser ao estilo do survivor... Last man standing wins.
Os tribunais estão apinhados de processos de divorcio por culpa do "amor". Passo a explicar, "amas" alguem, decides casar-te, só que depois de te casares começam os problemas, acaba-se aquele interesse fisico inicial em que é tudo novo e interessante. E quer se queira quer não o certo é que muitos problemas do casal começam exactamente aí, na cama. Só que depois as pessoas não sabem resolve-los porque não sabem comunicar um com o outro. Às vezes se calhar até por causa do "amor". Haverá muita gente que nem sequer é capaz de dizer à mulher que "ama" que não esta satisfeito com a quantidade e qualidade dos broches que recebe... Quanto mais explicar-lhe que gostava de vestir a roupa interior dela enquanto ela o chicoteia e o sodomiza com um cacete de meio metro? O que é que ela vai pensar? Provavelmente que é um tarado, mas o importante é falar dessas coisas e quem sabe, até se chega a um consenso... Até alinha na cena de te chicotear e sodomizar-te mas nada de lhe vestires a roupa interior porque lha alargas. Mas bem, logo à partida se a tua mulher ainda nem sequer desconfia desse teu fetiche então já está algo errado.
Vamos casar-nos porque eu vou "amar-te" para sempre. Tradução: "Vamos casar-nos porque tu és a única mulher que eu quero foder para o resto da vida". Mal tu sabes que depois de te casares essa vai ser a única mulher que não vais foder para o resto da vida...
Assim que pões uma aliança no dedo vão começar a aparecer-te mulheres por todos os lados. Afinal de contas tu estás casado o que quer dizer que deves valer alguma coisa, ao contrario dos gajos que elas conhecem que só as querem levar para a cama. Tu és capaz de compromisso e parece que para além disso houve uma mulher que se sacrificou para te aturar para o resto da vida! Deves ser mesmo excepcional!
Mas não, na realidade tu só estás casado porque és um gajo igual aos outros! A única coisa que querias era levar a mulher com quem estás casado para a cama! Para o resto da vida!
Gajos dão porrada nas mulheres e elas nunca os vão denunciar porque depois de passar a raiva eles afinal até dizem que as "amam" tanto...
Só vejo dois motivos para se bater numa mulher, uma é self-defense a outra é porque ela gosta de levar umas palmadas na cama mas em nenhum dos dois casos eu lhes digo que as "amo". No primeiro caso acho que é obvio o porque. No segundo porque não quero estragar o que há de bom entre nós.
Devia mesmo haver uma vacina.

What yo saying mon?

2009-10-09T01:40:00.000-07:00

Intro:
The gal dem Schillati...Sean da Paul
saw me give it to... saw me give it to.... saw me give it to., all girls
Five million and forty naughty shorty...
Baby girl...all my girls, all my girls...Sean de Paul say

Chorus :
Well woman the way they time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature for shelter you from the storm
oh lord, gal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I...
Wanna be the Papa...You can be the Mom....oh oh!

Verse1:
Make I see the gal them bruk out pon the floor from you don't want no worthless performer
From you don't want no man wey can't turn you on gal make I see your hand them up on ya..
Can't tan pon it long.....naw eat no yam...no steam fish....nor no green banana
But down in Jamaica we give it to you hot like a sauna..

Chorus:
Verse 2:
Bumper exposed and gal you got your chest out but you no wasters cause gal you impress out...
And if you des out a me you fi test out,Cause I got the remedy to make you de-stress out....
Me haffi flaunt it because me God Bless out...And girl if you want it you haffi confess out...
A no lie but we need set speed a fi test the mattress out..

Chorus:
Verse 3:
Gal don't say me crazy now, this Strangelove it a no Bridgette and Flava show..
Time fi a make baby now so stop gwaa like you a act shady yo...
Woman don't play me know, cause a no Fred Sanford nor Grady yo....
My lovin' is the way to go...my lovin' is the way to go.....

Chorus:
Verse 4:
When you roll with a player like me...with a brother like me girl there is no other
No need to talk it right here to spark it right here keep it undercover
From me love how you fit inna you blouse and you fat inna you jeans and mi waan discover..
Everything bout you baby girl can you hear when me utter...

Chorus:
Make I see the gal them bruk out pon the floor from you don't want no worthless performer
From you don't want no man wey can't turn you on gal make I see your hand them up on ya..
Can't tan pon it long.....naw eat no yam...no steam fish....nor no green banana
But down in Jamaica we give it to you hot like a sauna..

Chorus
oh oh
oh oh
oh oh

Sean Paul - Temperature

Amália

2009-10-07T04:08:00.001-07:00

Há duas coisas que me conseguem arrepiar, uma é ouvir o hino nacional num estádio. A outra é a voz desta Senhora.
Sem querer ser poeta, ambos se resumem ao mesmo, a voz do povo portugues.

Amália Rodrigues - Com que voz

Vivaldi

2009-10-07T02:12:00.000-07:00

Vivaldi - Four seasons, Summer 3rd movement

Fico muito mais descansado!

2009-10-06T03:40:00.000-07:00

Isto é tão estupido! :D

Where the hell is matt?

2009-10-06T03:38:00.000-07:00

Se um homem se armar em cavalheiro...

2009-09-30T05:57:00.000-07:00

É porque te quer levar para a cama!
Um aviso à navegação feminina... Desenganem-se as que acreditam no cavalheirismo e na simpatia dos homens. Quando um homem se mostrar cavalheiro ou muito simpático é só porque vos que levar para a cama!
Não estou a dizer que isto é mau, apenas que é estúpido. Do ponto de vista femenino isto pode ser bastante bom, afinal de contas podem arranjar ali um gajo que vos faça dois ou três favores e se o gajo for bom ainda por cima o podem comer. Senão... Usem enquanto puderem e depois desfaçam-se dele.
Deixo é o pedido aos homens deste mundo em particular e aos de Portugal em geral, deixem-se destas merdas. Só estão a habituar mal as gajas! Tenham um bocado de coluna vertebral e deixem de rastejar...

Black cat bone.

2009-09-24T11:02:00.000-07:00

must have been the devil who changed my mind
must have been the wind blowing not me crying
half the joy of leaving was the space I left behind
now I`m back, angelheaded holloweyed
placed myself at the eye of the storm
just didn`t see the signpost to scorn
the blue sky wrinkled through my tears
then darkness grounded all my fears
I gave him my sugar; he switched it for salt
should have seen him coming that`s always my fault

rocks for my pillow and sand for my bed
for better or worse I left him for dead
but two rivers to each other run
words that shook me like the kick of a gun
had something in my heart ain`t got no name
turned out he felt the same
ain`t it lonesome, ain`t it sad
I was the only happiness he ever had
by Indian River the vows were said
in a red devil`s dress I was wed

bitch`s baby round lady
came to me in a dream
then lightning struck and thunder roared
and nothing was as it seemed
a two-headed doctor walked on the water
and buried a lemon outside my door
he turned and laughed, threw up his hands
when I asked him what it was for
he sang `ships in the ocean rocks in the sea,
blond-headed woman made a fool outta me`
then everything went crazy
my shoes filled with blood
the water rose the wind did howl
the river looked ready to flood
I left my man asleep to drown
and ran without looking back around

ring the bells of mercy
send the sinnerman home
the keys to the kingdom are lost and gone
and I`m left to die alone
all these girls grown old now
all that long hair in the grave
realize what`s done is done
it`s far too late to be saved

Laika - Black Cat Bone

Strong, smooth and insane.

2009-09-23T03:44:00.000-07:00

3d

I seen you go down to a cold mirror
It was never clearer in my error
So you lick a shine upon your forehead or
Check it by the signs in the corridor
You light my ways through the club maze
We would struggle through the dub daze

I sink myself in hair upon my lover
It's how you go down to the men's room sink
Sad we talk if how madmen think
I sink myself in hair upon my lover
I don't know her from another miss
I don't know you from another
See me run now you're gone...dream on

Daddy G

Why you want to take me to this party and breathe
I'm dying to leave
Every time we grind you know we sever lines
Where have all those flowers gone
Long time passing
Why you keep me testing, keep me tasking
You keep on asking

3d

Toy-like people make me boy-like
Toy-like people make me boy-like
They're invisible, when the trip it flips
They get physical, way below my lips
And everything you got hoi-poloi like
Now you're lost and you're lethal
And now's about atomic you gotta leave all
These good people...dream on

Nicer than the bird up in the tree top
Cheaper than the chip inside my lap top
All the variations you could do with me
Nicer than the girl up in your mind you're free

Daddy G

Automatic crystal remote control,
We come to move your soul

3d

You kinda fade into the background
Like a better smoke'll bring you back round
Like a man slide inside you my dear
Your cheap beer's filled with crocodile tears
See 'em run now you're gone...dream on

Toy-like people make me boy-like
Toy-like people make me boy-like

I found to do something
I found to do something

Dream on
Dream on
Dream on

Massive Attack - Risingson

My heart was bigger...

2009-09-08T04:03:00.000-07:00

If I had another chance tonight
I'd try to tell you that the things we had were right
If I had another chance tonight
I'd try to tell you that the things we had were right

If I had another chance tonight
If I had another chance tonight (...)

Roger Sanchez - Another Chance

Guia para a jovem noiva.

2009-09-04T07:21:00.000-07:00

Há algum tempo atrás encontrei este manual na net que data de 1894 e achei hilariante. Graças a Deus que eu não nasci naquela época!

INSTRUCTION AND ADVICE
FOR THE YOUNG BRIDE

In the Conduct and Procedure of the Intimate and Personal Relationships of the Marriage State, for the Greater Spiritual Sanctity of this Blessed Sacrament and the Glory of God
by Ruth Smythers
Beloved wife of The Reverend L.D. Smythers, Pastor of the Arcadian Methodist Church of the Eastern Regional Conference
Published in the year of our Lord 1894
Spiritual Guidance Press, New York City

INSTRUCTION AND ADVICE FOR THE YOUNG BRIDE

To the sensitive young woman who has had the benefits of proper upbringing, the wedding day is, ironically, both the happiest and most terrifying day of her life. On the positive side, there is the wedding itself, in which the bride is the central attraction in a beautiful and inspiring ceremony, symbolizing her triumph in securing a male to provide for all her needs for the rest of her life. On the negative side, there is the wedding night, during which the bride must pay the piper, so to speak, by facing for the first time the terrible experience of sex.

At this point, dear reader, let me concede one shocking truth. Some young women actually anticipate the wedding night ordeal with curiosity and pleasure! Beware such an attitude! A selfish and sensual husband can easily take advantage of such a bride. One cardinal rule of marriage should never be forgotten:

GIVE LITTLE, GIVE SELDOM, AND ABOVE ALL, GIVE GRUDGINGLY.

Otherwise what could have been a proper marriage could become an orgy of sexual lust.

On the other hand, the bride's terror need not be extreme. While sex is at best revolting and at worst rather painful, it has to be endured, and has been by women since the beginning of time, and is compensated for by the monogamous home and by the children produced through it.

It is useless, in most cases, for the bride to prevail upon the groom to forego the sexual initiation. While the ideal husband would be one who would approach his bride only at her request and only for the purpose of begetting offspring, such nobility and unselfishness cannot be expected from the average man.

Most men, if not denied, would demand sex almost every day. The wise bride will permit a maximum of two brief sexual experiences weekly during the first months of marriage. As time goes by, she should make every effort to reduce this frequency.

Feigned illness, sleepiness, and headaches are among the wife’s best friends in this matter. Arguments, nagging, scolding, and bickering also prove very effective, if used in the late evening about an hour before the husband would normally commence his seduction.

Clever wives are ever on the alert for new and better methods of denying and discouraging the amorous overtures of the husband. A good wife should expect to have reduced sexual contacts to once a week by the end of the first year of marriage and to once a month by the end of the fifth year of marriage.

By their tenth anniversary many wives have managed to complete their child bearing and have achieved the ultimate goal of terminating all sexual contacts with the husband. By this time she can depend upon his love for the children and social pressures to hold the husband in the home.

Just as she should be ever alert to keep the quantity of sex as low as possible, the wise bride will pay equal attention to limiting the kind and degree of sexual contacts. Most men are by nature rather perverted, and if given half a chance, would engage in quite a variety of the most revolting practices. These practices include among others performing the normal act in abnormal positions; mouthing the female body; and offering their own vile bodies to be mouthed in turn.

Nudity, talking about sex, reading stories about sex, viewing photographs and drawings depicting or suggesting sex are the obnoxious habits the male is likely to acquire if permitted.

A wise bride will make it the goal never to allow her husband to see her unclothed body, and never allow him to display his unclothed body to her. Sex, when it cannot be prevented, should be practiced only in total darkness. Many women have found it useful to have thick cotton nightgowns for themselves and pajamas for their husbands. These should be donned in separate rooms. They need not be removed during the sex act. Thus, a minimum of flesh is exposed.

Once the bride has donned her gown and turned off all the lights, she should lie quietly upon the bed and await her groom. When he comes groping into the room she should make no sound to guide him in her direction, lest he take this as a sign of encouragement. She should let him grope in the dark. There is always the hope that he will stumble and incur some slight injury which she can use as an excuse to deny him sexual access.

When he finds her, the wife should lie as still as possible. Bodily motion on her part could be interpreted as sexual excitement by the optimistic husband.

If he attempts to kiss her on the lips she should turn her head slightly so that the kiss falls harmlessly on her cheek instead. If he attempts to kiss her hand, she should make a fist. If he lifts her gown and attempts to kiss her anyplace else she should quickly pull the gown back in place, spring from the bed, and announce that nature calls her to the toilet. This will generally dampen his desire to kiss in the forbidden territory.

If the husband attempts to seduce her with lascivious talk, the wise wife will suddenly remember some trivial non-sexual question to ask him. Once he answers she should keep the conversation going, no matter how frivolous it may seem at the time.

Eventually, the husband will learn that if he insists on having sexual contact, he must get on with it without amorous embellishment. The wise wife will allow him to pull the gown up no farther that the waist, and only permit him to open the front of his pajamas to thus make connection.

She will be absolutely silent or babble about her housework while he’s huffing and puffing away. Above all, she will lie perfectly still and never under any circumstances grunt or groan while the act is in progress. As soon as the husband has completed the act, the wise wife will start nagging him about various minor tasks she wishes him to perform on the morrow. Many men obtain a major portion of their sexual satisfaction from the peaceful exhaustion immediately after the act is over. Thus the wife must insure that there is no peace in this period for him to enjoy. Otherwise, he might be encouraged to soon try for more.

One heartening factor for which the wife can be grateful is the fact that the husband’s home, school, church, and social environment have been working together all through his life to instill in him a deep sense of guilt in regards to his sexual feelings, so that he comes to the marriage couch apologetically and filled with shame, already half cowed and subdued. The wise wife seizes upon this advantage and relentlessly pursues her goal first to limit, later to annihilate completely her husband’s desire for sexual expression.

Isto explica muita coisa... As mulheres desde há muito tempo que são treinadas para nos foderem o juizo, por isso é normal que seja dificil perderem esse hábito.
E depois admiravam-se que os gajos fossem às putas!

Question

2009-09-04T06:44:00.001-07:00

Sweet berries ready for two ghosts are no different than you.
Ghosts are now waiting for you.
Are you...
Sweet berries ready for two ghosts are no different than you.
Ghosts are now waiting for you.
Are you...
Dreaming! Dreaming the night! Dreaming all right!

Do we! Do we know, when we FLY?
When we, when we go
Do we die?

Sweet berries ready for two ghosts are no different than you.
Ghosts are now waiting for you.
Are you...
Sweet berries ready for two ghosts are no different than you.
Ghosts are now waiting for you.
Are you...
Dreaming! Dreaming the night! Dreaming all right!

Do we! Do we know, when we FLY?
When we, when we go
Do we die

LALALALALALLALAALALALALALAALALALALA

Do we, do we know
When we fly
When we, when we go
Do we die

System Of a Down - Question

Anywhere

2009-09-04T06:37:00.001-07:00

Dear my love, haven't you wanted to be with me
And dear my love, haven't you longed to be free
I can't keep pretending that I don't even know you
And at sweet night, you are my own
Take my hand

We're leaving here tonight
There's no need to tell anyone
They'd only hold us down
So by the morning light
We'll be halfway to anywhere
Where love is more than just your name

I have dreamt of a place for you and I
No one know who we are there
All I want is to give my life only to you
I've dreamt so long I cannot dream anymore
Let's run away, I'll take you there

Forget this life
Come with me
Don't look back you're safe now
Unlock your heart
Drop your guard
No one's left to stop you

Forget this life
Come with me
Don't look back you're safe now
Unlock your heart
Drop your guard
No one's left to stop you now

Evanescence - Anywhere

I'm not your puppet.

2009-08-25T06:10:00.000-07:00

Come on!

I woke up in a dream today
To the cold and the static
And I put my cold feet on the floor
Forgot all about yesterday
Remembering Im pretending to be where Im not anymore
A little taste of hipocrisy
And Im left in the wake of the mistake
Slow to react
Even though youre so close to me
Youre still so distant
And I cant bring you back

Its true
The way I feel
Was promised by your face
The sound of your voice
Painted on my memories
Even if youre not with me

Im with you
You, now I see
Keeping everything inside
With You
You, now I see
Even when I close my eyes
With you
You, now I see
Keeping everything inside
With You
You, now I see
Even when I close my eyes

I hit you and you hit me back
We fall to the floor
The rest of the day stands still
Fine line between this and that
But when things go wrong
I pretend that the past isnt real
Im trapped in this memory
And Im left in the wake of the mistake
Slow to react
Even though youre so close to me
Youre still so distant
And I cant bring you back

Its true
The way I feel
Was promised by your face
The sound of your voice
Painted on my memories
Even if youre not with me

Im with you
You, now I see
Keeping everything inside
With You
You, now I see
Even when I close my eyes
With you
You, now I see
Keeping everything inside
With You
You, now I see
Even when I close my eyes

No, I wont let you control my fate
While Im holding the wait of the world on my conscience
No, I wont just sit here and wait
While you wear your options
Youre making a fool of me
No, you didnt dare try to say that you dont care
And solemnly swear not to follow me there
No, it aint like me to beg on my knees
Oh, please, oh, baby, please
Thats not how Im doing things
No, Im not upset
No, Im not angry
I know love is love, love
Sometimes it pains me
With or without you
Ill always be with you
You'll never forget me
Im keeping you with me
No, I wont let you take me to the end of my rope
While you burn and torture my soul
No, Im not your puppet
And, no, no, no, I wont let you go

No, no matter how far weve come
I cant wait to see tomorrow
No matter how far weve come, I
I cant wait to see tomorrow

With you
You, now I see
Keeping everything inside
With You
You, now I see
Even when I close my eyes
With you
You, now I see
Keeping everything inside
With You
You, now I see
Even when I close my eyes

Linkin Park - With You

If I'm gonna lose ya, I'll lose ya now.

2009-08-13T03:22:00.000-07:00

Come, taking a ride, off to one side,
It is a personal thing
Where, when I can stand up
In this cage I’m not regretting.
I don’t need a better thing,
I’ll settle for less.
It’s another thing for me,
I just have to wander through this world... alone.

Stop, before you fall
Into that hole that I have dug here.
Rest, even as you
Are starting to feel the way I used to.
I don’t need a better thing,
Just to sound confused.
Don’t talk about everyone,
I am not amused.....by you.

Cuz I’m gonna lose ya
Yes, I’m gonna lose ya
If I’m gonna lose ya
Cuz I’m gonna lose ya
Yes, I’m gonna lose ya
If I’m gonna lose ya, I’ll lose ya now for sure.

Tammy Cochran - If I'm Gonna Lose Ya

I know you want me.

2009-08-10T04:26:00.000-07:00

Oh yeah baby. :D I know you like it. ;)

Pitbull - I Know You Want Me

I don't belong here...

2009-08-07T03:26:00.000-07:00

When you were here before,
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel,
Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fuckin' special

But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts,
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice
when I'm not around
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh

She's running out again
She's running out
She run run run run...
run... run...

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here

I don't belong here...

Radiohead - Creep

Somethings are just... Beautiful.

2009-07-30T10:00:00.000-07:00

This post is not some state of mind.
I love this song, just because it's plain beautiful.
It does not make me sad, happy or longing. Though the lyrics have some sadness in them.
I just like to listen this singer's great voice.

Sarah McLaughlin - In The Arms Of an Angel

Forever young

2009-07-26T03:03:00.000-07:00

Esta música começou a tocar hoje quando estava a tomar banho e mexeu comigo. Como é obvio ja a conheço há alguns aninhos e sempre a curti. O engraçado é que fez-me lembrar de um pequeno texto que de inicio julgava ser do Jerry Seinfeld mas afinal é de George Carlin:

"The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A Death! What’s that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you’re too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement. You do drugs, alcohol, you party, you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last nine months floating …and you finish off as an orgasm."

E apesar desta música ter uns anintos não perdeu qualidade, como prova disso está o reaproveitamento feito pelos Youth Group. Espero que eu com o passar do tempo também não esteja a perder qualidades. Mas se calhar como não as tenho também não as posso perder. :D
Whatever! ;)

PS: Para quem não sabe o original é dos Alphaville

Lyrics:
Let's dance in style, lets dance for a while
Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you going to drop the bomb or not?
Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
The music's for the sad men
Can you imagine when this race is won
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders we're getting in tune
The music's played by the madman

Forever young, i want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever forever
Forever young, i want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever
Forever young

Some are like water, some are like the heat
Some are a melody and some are the beat
Sooner or later they all will be gone
Why don't they stay young
It's so hard to get old without a cause
I don't want to perish like a fading horse
Youth is like diamonds in the sun
And diamonds are forever
So many adventures couldn't happen today
So many songs we forgot to play
So many dreams are swinging out of the blue
We let them come true

Forever young, i want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever forever
Forever young, i want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever forever forever
Forever young, i want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever forever
Forever young, i want to be forever

Youth Group - Forever Young

Today is "The Day"

2009-07-16T04:05:00.000-07:00

Hey you caught me in a coma
And I don't think I wanna
Ever come back to this...world again
Kinda like it in a coma
'Cause no one's ever gonna
Oh, make me come back to this...world again
Now I feel as if I'm floating away
I can't feel all the pressure
And I like it this way
But my body's callin'
My body's callin'
Won't ya come back to this...world again
Suspended deep in a sea of black
I've got the light at the end
I've got the bones on the mast
Well I've gone sailin', I've gone sailin'
I could leave so easily
While friends are calling back to me
I said they're
They're leaving it all up to me
When all I needed was clarity
And someone to tell me
What the fuck is going on
Goddamn it!

Slippin' farther an farther away
It's a miracle how long we can stay
In a world our minds created
In a world that's full of shit

Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Bastard

Please understand me
I'm climbin' through the wreckage
Of all my twisted dreams
But this cheap investigation just can't
stifle all my screams
And I'm waitin' at the crossroads
Waiting for you
Waiting for you
Where are you

No one's gonna bother me anymore
No one's gonna mess with my head no more
I can't understand what all the fightin's for
But it's so nice here down off the shore
I wish you could see this
'Cause there's nothing to see
It's peaceful here and it's fine with me
Not like the world where I used to live
I never really wanted to live

Zap him again
Zap the son of a bitch again

Ya live your life like it's a coma
So won't you tell me why we'd wanna
With all the reasons you give it's
It's kinda hard to believe
But who am I to tell you that I've seen
any reason why you should stay
Maybe we'd be better off without you anyway

You got a one way ticket
On your last chance ride
Gotta one way ticket
To your suicide
Gotta one way ticket
An there's no way out alive
An all this crass communication
That has left you in the cold
Isn't much for consolation
When you feel so weak and old
But is home is where the heart is
Then there's stories to be told
No you don't need a doctor
No one else can heal your soul

Got your mind in submission
Got your life on the line
But nobody pulled the trigger
They just stepped aside
They be down by the water
While you watch 'em waving goodbye
They be callin' in the morning
They be hangin' on the phone
They be waiting for an answer
When you know nobody's home
And when the bell's stopped ringing
It was nobody's fault but your own
There were always ample warnings
There were always subtle signs
And you would have seen it comin'
But we gave you too much time
And when you said that no one's listening
Why'd your best friend drop a dime
Sometimes we get so tired of waiting
For a way to spend our time
An "It's so easy" to be social
"It's so easy" to be cool
Yeah it's easy to be hungry
When you ain't got shit to lose
And I wish that I could help you
With what you hope to find
But I'm still out here waiting
Watching reruns of my life
When you reach the point of breaking
Know it's gonna take some time
To heal the broken memories
That another man would need
Just to survive

Guns 'n' Roses - Coma

Ride Of The Valkyries.

2009-07-10T06:12:00.000-07:00

É brutal ouvir isto com umas boas colunas e o som no máximo! :D

Richard Wagner - The Ryde Of The Valkyries

Why people pretend?

2009-07-08T09:29:00.000-07:00

But I can’t pretend that this is the way, it'll stay, I’m just,
(Trying to bend the truth)
I can’t pretend I'm who you want me to be so I'm,
(Lying my way from)

Linkin Park - Lying From You.

The ugly truth

2009-07-06T11:03:00.000-07:00

Este filme parece estar genial! :D
Já está na minha lista de filmes para ver. ;)

"Put the hotdog in your mouth. Sloooowly." lol

A little more bite and a little less bark.

2009-07-03T05:22:00.000-07:00

Muito bom mix de uma musica do Elvis.
Por alguma razão lembro-me perfeitamente que a Nike fez anúncio com esta musica mas do anúncio em si não me lembro.
Faz parte também da banda sonora do Ocean's Eleven. Já passou umas 20x na TV mas para quem ainda não o viu, aconselho.

Agrada-me a letra da música. :)

A little less conversation, a little more action please
All this aggravation aint satisfactioning me
A little more bite and a little less bark
A little less fight and a little more spark
Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me
Satisfy me baby

Não curto os cães que ladram muito. Tornam-se chatos. Mas há sempre quem goste deles.
Se bem que o Elvis não está a falar deste tipo de animais. As pessoas que falam muito e não fazem nada também se tornam enfadonhas. Porque ao fim de algum tempo já se sabe que é só garganta e nenhuma acção. Mas há sempre quem goste delas.

Elvis Presley vs JXL - A Little Less Conversation

Move!

2009-07-02T03:36:00.000-07:00

Ahhhh!!! Finamente um dia que começou bem. Pelo menos com mais energia.
O que é que mudou de ontem para hoje? Nada. Mas o meu "bom" mau humor voltou. Vamos ver se se aguenta. (6)

Tiesto - Heroes

Suffocating.

2009-07-01T07:09:00.000-07:00

E partir esta merda toda, em vez de esconder a dor, n?
Estou farto deste marasmo!

Marasmo, definição segundo o wikicionário:
ma.ras.mo

1. tédio, vazio
* A recuperação do setor habitacional sucede-se ao marasmo que marcou a década de 90 e se estendeu até 2003. (editorial do jornal O Estado de São Paulo de 23 de junho de 2008)
2. doença causada por uma desnutrição proteico-calórica

Segundo a wikipedia:

Marasmo é a desnutrição proteico-calórica do tipo seco, ou seja, é uma desnutrição por falta de calorias e proteínas em um paciente muito magro e desidratado. Esta condição é resultado da fome por escassez de alimentos. Em seu tratamento deve-se prover uma dieta com proteínas de alto valor biológico e calorias adequadas para que aproveite o nitrogênio presente na proteína.

O marasmo ocorre quando a pessoa não faz sexo, durante muito tempo, em quantidade suficiente de nenhum tipo de nutriente necessário ao perfeito funcionamento do corpo humano. A falta de alimentos ricos em carboidratos, proteínas, lipídios, sais minerais e vitaminas provoca vários malefícios à saúde. A pessoa não cresce, fica muito magra, com freqüência adquire outras doenças, fica com a pele ressecada e descamante, tem os músculos reduzidos e está sempre com fome. A doença tem esse nome devido ao fato de o doente não possuir disposição para realizar suas atividades sexuais.

Bolas, mal por mal espero nunca ter a doença... É que aí ia ser o descalabro total!
Toca mas é a comer muita proteína para evitar males maiores...
Se houver Tédio que haja vontade de foder pelo menos! É que enquanto uma pessoa está entretida o tédio passa.

Chevelle - Send The Pain Below

Sad eyes never lie.

2009-06-29T09:36:00.000-07:00

Sad eyes never lie...

Bruce Springsteen - Sad Eyes

Another year and then you'll be happy.

2009-06-29T07:00:00.000-07:00

Don't way another year. Enjoy your life now.

Undercover - Baker Street

Has it gone away?

2009-06-26T11:41:00.000-07:00

Bullet For My Valentine - My Fist, Your Mouth, Her Scars

Something's got to give

2009-06-25T07:59:00.000-07:00

One - Nothing wrong with me
Two - Nothing wrong with me
Three - Nothing wrong with me
Four - Nothing wrong with me
One - Something's got to give
Two - Something's got to give
Three - Something's got to give

Now!!!!!!

Drowning Pool - Bodies

You’re gonna find out baby...

2009-06-24T08:26:00.000-07:00

The Pussycat Dolls - Jay Ho
Da banda sonora de "Slumdog Millionaire"

When the mood is...

2009-06-19T07:23:00.000-07:00

Twilight and Shadow - The Lord Of The Rings O.S.T.
"I don't belong here."

What I've learned so far

2009-06-16T05:42:00.000-07:00

Isto é o que eu aprendi até agora, lamento estar em inglês mas como dizem os clã, "a língua inglesa fica sempre bem".

- Nothing lasts forever.
- Those you like the most will hurt you most.
- Love is not real.
- Words don't have any value, only actions.
- People who compliment you all the time are not trustworthy.
- People don't like those who tell them the truth.
- People like to be cheated and deceived thus they prefer those who compliment them than those who tell them the truth.

Há uma musica muito fixe do baz luhrmann chamada "Everybody is free (to wear sunscrean)" que eu aconselho ouvir a quem tiver paciencia. Vale a pena.

Problema sem solução.

2009-06-09T04:10:00.000-07:00

Gosto de mulheres inteligentes. O grande problema é que uma mulher que queira alguma coisa comigo não é muito inteligente...

Lie to me.

2009-02-06T06:28:00.000-08:00

As pessoas aceitam melhor uma mentira bonita que a verdade nua e crua.
Ha' mesmo pessoas que se recusam a viver com os pes assentes na terra. Para fugirem `a dura realidade inventam mil e uma fantasia e aceitam as mentiras que lhes vao apresentando no dia a dia de forma a suavizar a sua existencia.
Iludimo-nos com falsos sorrisos, simpatias forcadas, mil e uma mascaras que existem na nossa sociedade.
Que se fodam todos estes intrumentos de manipulacao. Nao suporto este tipo de teatro. Nao ha' nada de que eu mais goste que uma pessoa sincera ao maximo, sem nada a esconder, que saiba bem quem ela e' e que nao tenha medo de o admitir, com todos os defeitos bem `a mostra. Tambem gosto que as pessoas me vejam tal e qual como sou, de ter tudo em pratos limpos, por isso quem me conhece ja' sabe que de mim mais tarde ou mais cedo vai ouvir alguma coisa de que nao gosta, mas pelo menos sabem isso logo desde inicio. Nao ha' ilusoes. Nao as crio e nao gosto de as criar.
Como um caso particular temos as mulheres. As mulheres gostam que as encham de elogios, muitos sorrisos, muitas palavras bonitas. Basicamente, as mulheres gostam de ser enganadas. Don't look at me like that! Nao estou a dizer nenhuma mentira! E' verdade! Por acaso ate' gostava de fazer a experiencia. Colocar dois gajos frente a uma mulher, um que fosse 100% sincero e nao recorresse a falsas simpatias e a elogios forcados e outro que soubesse florear o seu discurso ao maximo sem se importar a recorrer a pequenas mentiras e omissoes. Sem duvida que iam escolher o segundo. E tudo porque as mulheres continuam a sonhar em encontrar o seu "principe encantado" e nao sabem olhar e ver muitas vezes o homem que tem a frente e que e' muito melhor que um "principe encantado". Alguem em quem podem confiar porque e' capaz de mostrar-se como e' e mostra as coisas de uma forma clara, faz os elogios quando acha apropriado e nao os gasta de uma forma banal.
Eu, pessoalmente prefiro a verdade... Ate porque vem nua. ;)

"Babe, ooh dream about me
Lie, on the phone to me
Tell me no truth, if it is bad
There's enough in my life
To make me so sad

Just dream about
Colour fills our lives
Just dream about
Someone else tonight"

"Dream About Me" by Moby

As mulheres...

2006-03-21T10:39:00.000-08:00

O problema das mulheres e que para uma relacao dar certo as
duas pessoas tem que estar sincronizadas e na mesma sintonia.
Nos sabemos quais sao o sincronismo e a sintonia!
Para uma relacao dar certo ambos devem estar em sintonia.
E qual e a sintonia? A sintonia gira toda a volta dela!
Tudo gira em torno dela! Ela ja la esta so esperando-o subir a bordo.
Rapazes, quando acordarem de manha devem olhar-se no espelho e dizer:
Vai-te foder! Que se fodam as tuas esperancas! Que se fodam os teus sonhos!
Que se fodam os teus planos! Que se foda tudo o que estavas a espera da vida!
Agora vamos la tentar fazer esta vaca feliz...

Sim. Tudo gira em tono dela.
Digam "sim" a tudo! A tudo!
Tudo o que possa dar... Diga "Sim". Diga apenas "Sim".
Antes que ela termine sequer a frase.
"Querido, eu posso..."
"Sim."
"Amor, eu quero..."
"Sim."
"Querido, eu gostava de..."
"Sim."
Compre um carimbo: "Sim! Sim! Sim! Sim..."

Outra coisa amigos:
Nao discutam.
Nunca vao conseguir vencer.
Nao se consegue vencer uma mulher numa discussao.
E impossivel nunca ira conseguir vencer!
Porque nos homens somos argumentadores deficientes.
Porque nos temos a necessidade de fazer sentido.
Elas nao deixam o bom senso atrapalhar o argumento delas!
Ela nao quer racionalizar... Apenas quer irritar!
Quanto tempo consigo falar ate este cabrao quebrar?
Elas querem apenas fazer-nos perder a cabeca...

Sim. E como eu disse facam os possiveis por agrada-las.
Facam o possivel!
Mas aqui esta algo de que ninguem nos informa:
E impossivel fazer uma mulher feliz. E impossivel.
Eu nunca conheci uma mulher feliz na minha vida!
A mulher esta sempre a queixar-se! Ela gosta de se queixar!
As mulheres guardam coisas para se queixarem mais tarde!
"Ele nao sabe que eu sei, mas ele vai ver so no mes que vem..."
Elas gostam de reclamar. Elas adoram!
Nao importa o que fizeres elas vao ficar chateadas!
Podes fazer sexo com um penis de diamante e faze-la vir dez vezes que mesmo assim ela vai reclamar!
"Porque e que me fizeste ter tantos orgasmos?"
"Este penis de diamante e turvo. Porque nao foi a Tiffany's? Voce e um avarento."

Nao importa o que faca a sua mulher vai ficar chateada consigo!
Se trabalhar muito...
"Porque e que trabalhas tanto? Nunca estas em casa! Deixas-me sempre sozinha. Eu detesto essa merda!"
Se estiver sempre em casa...
"Porque e que estas sempre em cima de mim? Da-me espaco para respirar! Bolas, para de me sufocar! Eu detesto essa merda!"
Se voce ganhar mais dinheiro do que ela...
"Vai-te foder, eu tambem quero tomar decisoes. Tu nao es o meu pai! Nao precisas de cuidar de mim. Eu detesto essa merda!"
Se ela ganhar mais dinheiro...
"Seu cabrao falido! Nunca tens dinheiro! Que se lixe! Eu nao quero decidir tudo. Quero alguem que trate de mim. Eu detesto essa merda! Nao suporto isso."
E a principal razao pela qual a sua mulher esta sempre chateada... A principal razao pela qual ela fica mesmo fodida...
E porque nao foste a sua primeira escolha.
Pessoal, ja apanharam a sua mulher olhando para si sem dizer nada?
Ela esta pensando... "Como e que eu fui acabar com este cabrao feioso?"
"Meu Deus! Este cabrao e feio e estupido. Eu tinha um homem bom mas deixei-o escapar."
"Raios, meu Deus mate o meu homem. Mate-o por favor! Mate-o enquanto ainda estou bonita para arranjar outro."
"Por favor mate este idiota agora. Abata-o... Abata-o!"
"Se voce existe, Senhor, mate este idiota agora."
Nada o pode preparar para o casamento. Nada!
Ninguem! Nada o pode preparar! Ninguem lhe diz que depois de casado voce nunca mais vai voltar a dar uma queca.
Se gostar de foder, o casamento nao e para si!

What a fuck?

2006-03-21T10:34:00.000-08:00

Cada vez mais me convenco que as mulheres portuguesas estao mal habituadas...

It's alive!!! It's alive!!!

2005-08-03T11:19:00.000-07:00

Benvindos a mais um inutil de um blog.
Nasceu de mãe desconhecida e pai solteiro.
Como tal não se sabe muito bem o que vai ser este blog quando for grande... É possivel que vá mudando de personalidade à medida que atravesse as várias fases da sua vida. Agora ainda só é um bébé (que fofo) chorão (esquece o fofo) e que gosta de mamar muito (sacanas dos putos um gajo aqui à rasca para arranjar um bom par...), a seguir vai ser um puto brincalhão e traquinas, mais tarde um adolescente cheio de problemas, a próxima fase será a de jovem que só pensa em divertir-se para passar para jovem adulto desempregado e sempre à rasca com os cobres, mais tarde vai ser um adulto mal humorado para passar à terceira-idade e para além de mau-humorado andar sempre a dizer mal de tudo e de todos e mais tarde vir a morrer sozinho e sem amigos que o visitem.
Se calhar vai ser um bocadinho de todos, se calhar não vai ser nada ou pode ser que seja cada dia diferente.
Ahhhhhh..... Mas porque é que não morreu à nascenca???
Tou farto!!!
Porque é que me pus a criar um blog?
Bem, até ao proximo post... Ou não.