Feliz Natal

Diz que é o dia d'Ele, e eu gosto muito de o celebrar! Feliz Natal pessoal!! :D

Montanha Russa

Bem sei que tenho andado ausente, não vou mandar as culpas todas para os gajos da Clix, embora vontade não me falte, vou antes meter a culpa ao meu causador preferido, o Sr. Tempo! E como é uma pessoa pouco merecedora de considerações ou devaneios parece-me que não há mais nada a dizer.
O que é verdade é que a minha vida tem andado mesmo como a imagem acima, são voltas e reviravoltas, curvas perigosas e momentos estonteantes, descidas escandalosas e subidas dolorosas, e para quem não sabe já estou velha para estas coisas... consta que a idade não perdoa e os anos passam, a malta jovem fica mais velha e depois começa a reparar na caloirada acabada de fazer 18 que cresce por aí.
Bem, de volta às minhas cruzes, a única novidade,em relação às últimas semanas, que posso dar sem vos chocar os olhos ou sem vos maçar, é que fiz uma cadeira a semana passada, mais ou menos com três semanas de aulas do ano corrente em cima, mas a minha vida é assim, um lugar estranho... jinhos para todos e talvez posts de jeito em breve, torçam os dedos que eu também! **

Gershwin - "An American in Paris"

Gershwin, An American in Paris (parte 1)



Gershwin, An American in Paris (parte 2)



Gershwin, An American in Paris (parte 3)



Dado as semelhanças engraçadas entre mim e este grande compositor, eu diria que podia ter sido um grande génio na música, ou então aprendido a falar coreano :P

Her Space Holiday - "My Girlfriend's Boyfriend"

Her Space Holiday, My girlfriend's boyfriend

I'm picking up the phone and putting down this pen
To let you know I'm writing you again
But it's not the same the names have all changed
And my best friend and ex girlfriend aren't to blame
I did this myself it's a sick cry for help
But it doesn't mean the situation's clean
Additional stress that will come from the press
The mess I made putting my life on parade
Now the writers can say "we were right all along
You can't make someone love you with your songs"

And you don't know me
But you owe me
A little time to find some piece of mind
And when you hold me
I'm not so lonely
It will be difficult to leave this life behind

My sister always said that hardships come in two's
A funeral and break up afternoon
There is really no good time for anyone to leave
In a couple weeks I'll get my chance to grieve
And hopefully by then my mind will be all clear
And I can cry for the reasons that I'm there
Not for the all things that are happening at home
The church was filled but I was still alone
But this is not a ploy to gain some sympathy
I made this bed and now it's time to sleep

And you don't know me
But you owe me
A little time to find some piece of mind
And when you hold me
I'm not so lonely
It will be difficult to leave this life behind

Its such a shame that the blame has somehow shifted to you
We're both aware through the years that I've been messed up too
And I shouldn't talk I should stop I'm digging deeper holes
It just feels strange that I sing songs for another girl

Go!

You go girl! E costas direitas ;)

"10 Things I Hate About You"

O Regresso! :D

Cameron: "You know, just because you're beautiful, doesn't mean you can treat people like they don't matter. I mean, I really like you. Okay? I defended you when people called you conceited. I helped you when you asked me to. I learned French for you! And then you just blow me off...
(regaining his composure) And I'm back in the game!"

De partida

See you next mounth ;) e boas férias a todos. Jinhos**

James - "She's a star"

Fui num pé e vim noutro, mas foi mesmo inesquecível! Muito bom concerto e muito boa companhia! jinhos para todos :)

James, She's a star

Whenever she's feeling empty
Whenever she's feeling insecure
Whenever her face is frozen
Unable to fake it anymore
Her shadow is always with her
Her shadow will always keep her small
So frightened that he wont love her
She builds up a wall

Oh no, she knows where to hide in the dark
Oh no, she's nowhere to hide in the dark

She's a star

She's been in disguise forever
She's tried to disguise her stellar views
Much brighter than all this static
Now she's coming through

Oh no, she knows where to hide in the dark
Oh no, she's nowhere to hide in the dark

She's a star

Don't tell her to turn down,
Put on your shades if you can't see,
Don't tell her to turn down,
Turn up the flame.
She's a star

It's a long road
It's a great cause
It's a long road
Its a good call
You got it,
You got it,

She's a star

Supergrass - "Alright"

FÉRIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Supergrass, Alright

We are young, we run green,
Keep our teeth, nice and clean,
See our friends, see the sights, feel alright,
We wake up, we go out, smoke a fag,
Put it out, see our friends,
See the sights, feel alright,

Are we like you?
I can't be sure,
Of the scene, as she turns,
We are strange in our worlds,

But we are young, we get by,
Can't go mad, ain't got time,
Sleep around, if we like,
But we're alright,
Got some cash, bought some wheels,
Took it out, 'cross the fields,
Lost control, hit a wall,
But we're alright,

Are we like you,
I can't be sure,
Of the scene, as she turns,
We are strange in our worlds,

But we are young, we run green,
Keep our teeth, nice and clean,
See our friends, see the sights, feel alright,

Are we like you,
I can't be sure,
Of the scene, as she turns,
We are strange in our world,

But we are young, we run green,
Keep our teeth, nice and clean,
See our friends, see the sights, feel alright.

O GRANDE POST

Este vai ser aquele post que reúne todos os posts que devia ter colocado por aqui. Então cá vai uma visita relâmpago às últimas semanas:

QUINTA-FEIRA, 3 DE JULHO DE 2008

Nada Surf, Inside of Love



Watching terrible tv
It kills all thoughts
Getting spacier than
An astronaut
Making out with people
I hardly know or like
I can't believe what i do
Late at night

I wanna know what it's like
On the inside of love
I'm standing at the gates
I see the beauty above

Only when we get to see
The aerial view
Will the patterns show
We'll know what to do
I know the last page so well
I can't read the first
So i just don't start
It's getting worse
[chorus]
I wanna know what it's like
On the inside of love
I'm standing at the gates
I see the beauty above

I wanna know what it's like
On the inside of love
I can't find my way in
I try again and again

I'm on the outside of love
Always under or above
I can't find my way in
I try again and again

I'm on the outside of love
Always under or above
Must be a different view
To be a me with a you

I wanna know what it's like
On the inside of love
I'm standing at the gates
I see the beauty above

I wanna know what it's like
On the inside of love
Of course i'll be alright
I just had a bad night


TERÇA-FEIRA, 8 DE JULHO DE 2008


Porque há dias que me conseguem arrancar um sorriso daqueles! :D


QUARTA-FEIRA, 9 DE JULHO DE 2008

Chumbawamba, Tubthumping (I get knocked down)



Uma relíquia ;)

We'll be singing
When we're winning
We'll be singing
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away
He drinks a whisky drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the better times:
"Oh Danny Boy
Danny Boy
Danny Boy..."
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away
He drinks a whisky drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the better times:
"Don't cry for me
Next door neighbour..."
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
We'll be singing
When we're winning
We'll be singing


SEXTA-FEIRA, 11 DE JULHO DE 2008


Porque é que todos os meus gostos não podem coexistir pacificamente?


SÁBADO, 12 DE JULHO DE 2008

15h50, primeiros segundos de férias :) respirar bem fundo e pensar: está arrumado, agora não quero saber de mais nada.
Chegar a casa pelas 17h30 e ir ver se saiu alguma nota, big mistake! Bem pior que tirarem-me um doce foi perceber que afinal, já não estava de férias…

American Wedding

Jim: Alright, Stifler. Um, this... this is a little, uh, difficult to explain. Look, you're... you're okay. You're okay. I... I... I mean, uh... I mean, I like you.
Steve Stifler: Yeah, great. You can blow me after practice. I'm working, dude.
Jim: Well, dude.
Steve Stifler: [Jim and Stifler are both on the tackling sled] Come on. Work it! Hustle!

Ben Harper - "With My Own Two Hands"

Joyeux Anniversaire, para a minha pequenina Mãos de Veludo :D

Ben Harper, With My Own Two Hands

I can change the world
With my own two hands
Make a better place
With my own two hands
Make a kinder place
With my own two hands
With my own
With my own two hands
I can make peace on earth
With my own two hands
I can clean up the earth
With my own two hands
I can reach out to you
With my own two hands
With my own
With my own two hands

Im gonna make it a brighter place
Im gonna make it a safer place
Im gonna help the human race
With my own
With my own two hands

I can hold you
With my own two hands
I can comfort you
With my own two hands
But you got to use
Use your own two hands
Use your own
Use your own two hands

With our own
With our own two hands
With my own
With my own two hands

Que mal fiz eu?

Todos os anos é isto, e o que vale é que está a acabar. Eu confesso, em Agosto dou por mim a ir para um bailarico ou outro, toda contente para desenjoar da batida das discotecas e ver uma cara ou outra conhecida, mas isto na "terrinha" é outra coisa. Sexta-feira à noite a estudar já é demasiado mau, mas ter como banda sonora Quim Barreiros, Zé Malhoa e Emanuel, epá... é insuportável! E ainda dizem: "Ah e tal, tu não vives em Lisboa!" Ah, não? Pois quem quiser, pode vir fazer a festa para a minha sala!

Sentido

Devia confiar mais no meu sexto sentido, porque ele faz mais por mim do que qualquer um dos outros.

Ocupada

Desculpem a ausência e parece que vai continuar :(

"O Grito da Gaivota"

“Somos uma minoria, os surdos profundos de nascença. Com uma cultura específica e uma língua específica. Os médicos, os investigadores, todos os que querem transformar-nos a qualquer preço em ouvintes põem-me os cabelos em pé. Fazerem-nos ouvintes é aniquilar a nossa identidade. Querer que à nascença deixe de haver crianças «surdas» é desejar um mundo perfeito. Como se quiséssemos que fossem todos louros, com olhos azuis, etc.
Então deixava de haver negros, pessoas duras de ouvido?
Porque não se há-de aceitar a imperfeição alheia? Toda a gente tem alguma coisa de imperfeito. Em relação a vocês, que ouvem, a Emmanuelle é imperfeita. Está previsto que se nasça com ouvidos para escutar e boca para falar. Todos iguais. Ser-se o mais possível idêntico ao parceiro do lado. (…)”

Emmanuelle Laborit, O Grito da Gaivota #6.