É meia-noite e pouco e estou mais entre a sala e o quarto. Vai isto e a senhora minha progenitora queixa-se outra vez das mensagens que anda a receber e chamadas anónimas de um qualquer indíviduo já desde o Natal... E eu assim: Ó mãe, responde! Vá lá, responde a ver quem é!!
"Respondo o quê? Estás doida?"
A minha vã esperança de ser um stalker/psycho desvaneceu-se por um instante. (sim, já tive disso que chegasse para este ano)
"Vou telefonar-lhe."
Hã?
"Pois, pode ser alguém que eu conheço ou então enganei-me nalgum número." Go, go, go!
Lá foi ligar à criatura. Damn, não ouço a conversa. Venho a correr para o sofá, a ver se ela não desconfia de nada.
"Então mãe?"
"Então, a pessoa ligou-me a perguntar quem era e eu disse que provavelmente devia ter sido engano."
"E mais? Mais!"
"Mais nada, devia ser dos Açores ou da Madeira."
E pronto.
Daí a 5 minutos ouviu-se um toque de mensagem no télélé da mamã. Quem era, quem era? Pois, era o 'telefonante' de novo.
"Oi, posso saber como te chamas e ficar com o teu número, é claro, se quiseres."
LOL! Impagável a cara da senhora!
"Mas que é isto?!" dizia ela.
"Oh mãe acho que arranjaste namorado..." Hi hi \(^o^)/
"Tu comporta-te! Olha que também não era mal pensado tu arranjares um para ti, estás a ouvir?!"
Grrr... (-_-¤) Screw you! I... I have someone... I think so...
E já não digo mai nada!
She's getting hit by 17-year old kids and I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place... *the pain the horror the agony* (╥_─)
30 December, 2006
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29 December, 2006
Hoje a casa quase ia abaixo! :p
Hehe, finalmente! Depois de três horitas (mais ou menos) e alguns buraquitos a mais :/ lá consegui pôr as minhas "meninas" na parede! Por acaso já precisavam :( ter as guitarras assim um bocadinho descuradas no meio do quarto não dá. Portanto, olha deu-me práli! Acho que os meus dotes de carpintaria/déco/handy-girl não tão muito maus! (^_^)
27 December, 2006
Today's "omg wtf? xD" moment is sponsored by...
...japanese television, courtesy of Tokyo Times:
"Cleverly combining cooking and scantily-clad young ladies, the far from comatose contestants have to try and keep track of how each tasty little dish is made, rather than greedily feasting their eyes on the far more fruitier offerings on display."
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"Cleverly combining cooking and scantily-clad young ladies, the far from comatose contestants have to try and keep track of how each tasty little dish is made, rather than greedily feasting their eyes on the far more fruitier offerings on display."
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23 December, 2006
Well, since this is the time of presents and gifts and I am a sorry lazy ass that didn't bother to come up with anything better...xD Here's my gift for all of the people in the world!! Merry Christmas in 350 languages! Enjoy! (^_^)/~~
Acholi - Mot ki Yomcwing Botwo Me Mwaka Manyen
Adhola - Wafayo Chamo Mbaga & Bothi Oro Manyeni
Aeka- Keremisi jai be
Afrikaans - Geseende Kerfees en 'n gelukkige nuwe jaar
Ahtna - C'ehwggelnen Dzaenh
Aklanon - Malipayon nga Paskwa ag Mahigugmaon nga Bag-ong Dag-on
Albanian - Gëzuar Krishlindjet Vitin e Ri!
Aleut - Kamgan Ukudigaa
Alsatian - E gueti Wïnâchte & E glecklichs Nej Johr!
Alur - Wafoyo Kado Oro & Wafoyo Tundo Oro manyeni
Alutiiq - Spraasnikam & Amlertut Kiaget!
Amharic - Melkam Yelidet Beaal
Amuesha - Yomprocha' ya' nataya
Angami - U kenei Christmas mu teicie kes a-u sie teicie kesa-u sie niepete keluo shuzaie we
Apache (Western) - Gozhqq Keshmish
Arabic - I'D Miilad Said ous Sana Saida
Aragonese - Nabidà! & Goyosa Añada benién.
Aramaic - Edo bri'cho o rish d'shato brich'to!
Aranés - Bon Nadau!
Arawak - Aba satho niw jari da'wisida bon
Armenian - Shenoraavor Nor Dari yev Soorp Janunt
Aromanian - Crãciunu hãriosu shi unu anu nãu, bunu!
Araucanian - Wi tripantu in che
Asturian - Bones Navidaes & Gayoleru anu nuevu!
Assamese - Rongaali Bihur xubhessaa lobo
Ata - Maroyan na Pasko woy kaopia-an ng Bag-ong Tuig kaniyo't langon mga sulod
Aukan - Wi e winsi i wan bun nyun yali
Aymara - Sooma Nawira-ra
Azeri - Tezze Iliniz Yahsi Olsun
Bafut - Mboni Chrismen & Mboni Alooyefee
Bahasa/Malaysia - Selamat Hari Natal dan Tahun Baru
Bamoun - Poket Kristmet & Poket lum mfe
Banen - Enganda ye hiono mes & Hion Hios Hes
Bandang - Mbung Mbung Krismie & Mbung Mbung Ngouh Suiie
Basque - Zorionak eta Urte Berri On!
Bassa - Ngand Nwi Lam & Mwi Lam
Batak Karo - Mejuah-juah Ketuahen Natal
Bemba - Kristu abe nenu muli ino nshiku nkulu ya Mwezi
Belorussian - Winshuyu sa Svyatkami i z Novym godam!
Bengali - Shuvo Baro Din - Shuvo Nabo Barsho
Bhojpuri - Naya Sal Mubarak Ho
Bicolano - Maugmang Capascuhan asin Masaganang Ba-gong Taon!
Bislama - Mi wisim yufala eerywan one gutfala Krismas & mo wan hapi New Year long
Blaan - Pye duh di kaut Kristo klu munt ug Felemi Fali!
Blackfoot - I'Taamomohkatoyiiksistsikomi
Bohemian/Czech - Prejeme Vam Vesele Vanoce a Stastny novy rok
Brahui - Arkas caik xuda are
Breton - Nedeleg laouen na bloav ezh mat
Bulgarian - Chestita Koleda i Shtastliva Nova Godina
Bulu - Duma e bo'o
Bura - e be Zambe e Usa ma ka Kirisimassu
Catalan - Bon Nadal i feliç any nou!
Cantonese - Seng Dan Fai Lok, Sang Nian Fai Lok
Carib - Sirito kypoton ra'a
Carrier - Zoo dungwel & Soocho nohdzi doghel
Carolinian - Ameseighil ubwutiiwel Layi Luugh me raagh fee
Cebuano - Malipayong Pasko ug Bulahang Bag-ong Tuig!
Chamorro - Filis Pasgua & Filis Anu Nuebo
Chaha Bogem h n mh m & Boxem as nana-h m
Chamba - Wi na ge nyare Su dome Kirismass
Cherokee - Danistayohihv & Aliheli'sdi Itse Udetiyvsadisv
Cheyenne - Hoesenestotse & Aa'e Emona'e
Chichewa - Moni Wa Chikondwelero Cha Kristmasi
Chiga - Mwebare khuhika - Ha Noel
Choctaw - Yukpa, Nitak Hollo Chito
Cornish - Nadelik looan na looan blethen noweth
Corsican - Bon Natale e Bon capu d' annu
Cree - Mitho Makosi Kesikansi
Creek - Afvcke Nettvcakorakko
Creole/Seychelles - Bonn e Erez Ane
Croatian - Sretan Bozic
Dagbani - Ni ti Burunya Chou & Mi ti yuun
Damara/Nama - Khiza
Danish - Glædelig Jul og godt nytår
Dibabawon - Marayaw na Pasko aw Bag-ong Tui g kaniyo tibo na mga soon
Dinka - Miet puou yan dhiedh Banyda tene Yin
Dine/Navajo - Ya'at'eeh Keshmish
Divehi - Ufaaveri aa ahareh
Dschang - Chrismi a lekah Nguo Suieh
Duri - Christmas-e- Shoma Mobarak
Dutch - Vrolijk Kerstfeest en een Gelukkig Nieuwjaar!
Egyptian - Colo sana wintom tiebeen
English - Merry Christmas & Happy New Year
Eritrean - Rehus-Beal-Ledeat
Esperanto - Gajan Kristnaskon & Bonan Novjaron
Estonian - Rõõmsaid Jõulupühi ja Head uut aastat
Éwé - Blunya na wo
Ewondo - Mbemde abog abyali nti! Mbembe Mbu!
Faroese - Gledhilig jól og eydnurikt nýggjár!
Fali - Use d'h Krismass
Farsi - Sal-e no mubarak
Fijian - Me Nomuni na marau ni siga ni sucu dei na yabaki vou
Finnish - Hyvää Joulua or Hauskaa Joulua - 0nnellista uutta vuotta
Flemish - Zalig Kerstfeest en Gelukkig nieuw jaar
French - Joyeux Noël et Bonne Année!
Frisian - Noflike Krystdagen en in protte Lok en Seine yn it Nije Jier!
Friulian - Bon Nadâl e Bon An Gnûf
Fulfulde - Jabbama be salla Kirismati
Gaddang - Mangamgam Bawa a dawun sikua diaw amin
Galician - Bon Nadal e Bo Ani Novo
Gari - !Soalokia God i gotu vasau, mi lao ke ba na rago vanigira ara dou i matana!
Gciriku - Mfiyawidi yaKrisimisa & Marago ghaMwaka waUpe
Georgian - Gilotsavt Krist'es Shobas & Gilosavt akhal ts'els
German - Fröhliche Weihnachten und ein glückliches Neues Jahr!
Gikuyu - Gia na Thigukuu njega Na MwakaM weru wi Gikeno
Gitskan - Hisgusgitxwsim Ha'niisgats Christ gankl Ama Sii K'uuhl!
Golin - Yesu kule nongwa kaun umaribe ongwa ena mone di mile wai wen milo
Greek - Kala Christougenna Ki'eftihismenos O Kenourios Chronos
Greenlandic - Juullimi Ukiortaassamilu Pilluarit
Guahibo - Pexania Navidadmatacabi piginia pexaniapejanawai paxainaename
Guambiano - Navidadwan Tabig tugagunrrigay & Sru pilawan kasrag utunrrigay
Guarani - Avyaitete ahi ko Tupa ray arape qyrai Yy Kapyryin rira
Guarayu - Imboeteipri tasecoi Tupa i vave! & Ivve ava Tupa rembiaisu toyuvirecoi turpi oyeaisusa pipe!
Gujarati - Natal ni shub kaamnao & Saal Mubarak
Gwere - Osusuku Omusa & Masuke Omwaka
Gwich'in - Drin tsal zhit shoh ohlii & Drin Choo zhit zhoh ohlii
Han - Drin tsul zhit sho ahlay & Drin Cho zhit sho ahlay
Hausa - Barka da Kirsimatikuma Barka da Sabuwar Shekara!
Hawaiian - Mele Kalikimaka & Hauoli Makahiki Hou
Haya - Waihuka na Noeli & Waihhuka n 'Omwaka
Hebrew - Mo'adim Lesimkha. Shanah Tova
Heiban - Ati kalo gathje uwa gigih
Herero- Okresmesa ombwa Ombura ombe ombwa
Hiligaynon - Malipayon nga paskua & Malipayon Nga Bag-ong tuig
Hindi - Shubh Naya Baras
Holo - Seng-tan khoai-lok!
Hmong - Nyob Zoo Xyoo Tahiab
Hungarian - Kellemes karácsonyi ünnepeket és Boldog újévet!
Hungduan - Maphon au nitungawan. Apo Dios Kituwen baron di toon
Iban - Selamat Ari Krismas enggau Taun Baru
Ibanag - nga Pascua
Icelandic - Gleðileg Jól og Farsaelt Komandi ár!
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Igbo - Ekelere m gi maka Keresimesi na ubochi izizi afo ozo
Ikiribati - Te Mauri, Te Raoi ao Te Tabomoa nakoimi nte Kirimati ao te Ririki ae Bou
Ilocano - Naimbag a Pascua ken Naragsac nga Baro nga Tawen!
Imbongu - Gotenga malo Jisasi Karaist
Indonesian - Selamat Hari Natal & Selamat Tahun Baru
Inupiaq - Annaurri Aniruq & Paglaun Ukiutchiaq
Inupiatun - Quvianaq Agaayuniqpak
Iraqi - Idah Saidan Wa Sanah Jadidah
Irish - Nollaig Shona Dhuit
Iroquois - Ojenyunyat Sungwiyadeson homungradon nagwutut & Ojenyunyat osrasay
Italian - Buon Natale e Felice Anno Nuovo
Japanese - Shinnen omedeto. Kurisumasu Omedeto
Javanese - Sugeng Natal lan warsa enggal
Jèrriais - Bouan Noué et Bouanne Année
Kabyle - Assegwas ameggaz
Kadazan - Kotobian Tadau Do Krimas om Toun Vagu
Kahua - Na vagevageha surireua na Kirisimasi ma na harisi naoru
Kala Lagaw Ya - Ngi ngayka Koei trimal Kaz
Kambaata - eman haaro wegga illisholce
Kamba - Ithiwa na Kisimsi Kiseo & Na Mwaka Mweu Museo
Kannada - Hosa Varushada Subhasayagalu
Karelian - Rastawanke Sinun, Uvven Vuvenke Sinun
Kaqchiquel - Dios tik'ujie' avik'in
Kashmiri - Christmas Id Mubarak
Kawalib - Amirnar Krismas Gi
Khasi - Krismas basuk & Snem thymmai basuk
Kinyarwanda - Umunsi Mwiza
Kirundi - Noeli Nziza & Umwaka Mwiza
Kom - Isangle Krismen & Isangle beng i fue
Konkoni - Khushal borit Natalam
Korafe - Keremisi ewewa
Korean Sung Tan Chuk Ha
Kosraean - Tok Tapeng & Engan ya sasu
Koyukon - Denaahto' Hoolaank Dedzaanh Sodeelts'eeyh
Krio - Appi Krismes en Appi Niu Yaa
Kuanua - A Bona Lukara na Kinakava
Kurdish - Seva piroz sahibe u sersala te piroz be
Kwangali - Kerekemisa zongwa & Erago moMumvho gomupe
Kyrghyz - JangI jIlIngIz guttuu bolsun!
Ladin - Bon Nadel y Bon Ann Nuef
Lakota - Wanikiya tonpi wowiyuskin & Omaka teca oiyokipi
Lamnsó - Kisheri ke Kisimen & Vijung ve kiya kefiyki
Lango - Afoyo Chamo Mwake & Apoyo Mwaka Manyeni
Latin - Pax hominibus bonae voluntatis
Latvian - Prieci'gus Ziemsve'tkus un Laimi'gu Jauno Gadu!+
Lausitzian - Wjesole hody a strowe nowe leto
Lebanese - Milad Saeed wa Sanaa Mubarakah
Lithuanian - Linksmu Kaledu ir laimingu Nauju metu
Livonian - Jovi talshpivdi un Vondzist uto aigasto
Lower Tanana - Bet'oxdilt'ayi bedena' ch'exulanhde dranh ninoxudedhet
Lozi - Kilisimasi ya nyakalalo & Silimo se sinca sa tabo
Luganda - Amazalibwa Agesanyu & N'Omwaka Omujaa Ogwemirembe
Luhya - Isuguku Indahi & Nu Muhiga Musha
Luo - Sikuku Mar Higa Kod Mor & Mar Kiga Manyien
Luritja - Wai! Nyuntu Larya?
Luxembourgeois - Schéi Krëschtdeeg an e Schéint Néi Joer
Macedonian - Srekan Bozik I Nova Godina
Madura - Pada salamet sabhala bengko areja
Makassar - Salama' Natal & Selamat Tahun baru
Malagasy - Arahaba tratry ny Krismasy
Mambwe - Kristu aye namwe umu nsikunkulu ino iya Mwezi
Malayan - Selamat Hari Natal
Malayalam - Christumas Mangalangalangal & Puthuvalsara Aashamsakal
Maltese - Nixtieqlek Milied Tajjeb u Sena Tajba
Mandarin - Kung His Hsin Nien bing Chu Shen Tan
Mandobo - Mepiya Pagasaulog sa pagka-otawni Jesus aw maontong kaling Omay!
Mangyan - Mayad paq Pasko kag
Mansaka - Madyaw na Pasko aw malipayong Bag-ong Tuig kamayo, mga lumon
Manx - Nollick ghennal as blein vie noa
Maori - Kia orana e kia manuia rava i teia Kiritimeti e te Mataiti Ou
Marathi - Shub Naya Varsh
Margi - Use aga Kirismassi
Marshallese - Monono ilo raaneoan Nejin & Jeramman ilo iio in ekaal
Mataco-Mataguayo - Lesilatyaj ihi Dios ta i ppule ye, Letamsek ihi wichi ta Dios ikojejthi ta i honat e
Maya/Yucateco - Utzul mank'inal
Medlpa - Enim Mutuiyo!
Meithei - Krismas Hlomum & Kumthar Lawmum
Mingrelian - k'irses mugoxuamant & axal ts'anas mugoxuamant
Mongolian - Zul saryn bolon shine ony mend devshuulye
Monégasque - Festusu Natale e Bona ana noeva
Moro - Nidli pred naborete nano
Moru - Medu amiri ovuru Yesu opi amaro
Muyu - Lip Ki amun aa Natal Kowe
Naasioi - Tampara Kirisimaasi
Naskapi - miywaaitaakun mikusaanor & kiyaa maamiyupiyaakw minuwaach pipuun
Ndjem - Mbeya mbeya Ebiel & Mbeya mbeya mbu
Ndogo - Esimano olyaKalunga gwokombandambanda! & Nombili kombanda yevi maantu e ya hokwa!
Ndonga - Okrismesa iwa & Omude Mupe wa Punikwa
Nepali - krist Yesu Ko Shuva Janma Utsav Ko Upalaxhma Hardik Shuva & Naya Barsa Ko harkik Shuvakamana
Newari - Nhu Da Ya Vintuna
Nii - Nim Ono
Niuean - Monuina a Aho Kilisimasi mo e Tau Foou
Norweigan/Nynorsk - Eg ynskjer hermed Dykk alle ein God Jul og Godt Nyttår
Norweigan/Bokmål - God Jul og Godt Nyttår
Notu/Ewage - Keremisi dave be
Nyanja - Kristu akhale ndi inu munyengo ino ya Christmas
Nyankore Mukhulukhe Omwaka
Occitan - Polit nadal e bona annada
Ojibwe (Chippewa) - Niibaa' anami'egiizhigad & Aabita Biboon
Oneida - Wanto'wan amp; Hoyan
Oriya - Sukhamaya christmass ebang khusibhara naba barsa
Orokaiva - Keremisi javotoho
Oromo - baga wagaa hara isinin gaye
Palauan - Ungil Kurismas
Pompangan - Malugud Pascu at saca Masayang Bayung Banua!
Pangasinan - Maabig ya pasko & Maliket ya balon taon
Papiamento - Bon Pasco i Feliz Aña Nobo
Pashto - De Christmas akhtar de bakhtawar au newai kal de mubarak sha.
Pennsylvania German - En frehlicher Grischtdaag unen hallich Nei Yaahr!
Pohnpeian - Peren en Krismas & Peren en Parakapw
Polish - Wesolych Swiat i Szczesliwego Nowego Roku.
Portuguese - Boas Festas e um feliz Ano Novo
Punjabi - Nave sal di mubaraka
Pashto - Christmas Aao Ne-way Kaal Mo Mobarak Sha
Q'anjob'al - chi woche swatx'ilal hak'ul yet yalji Komami'
Quechua - Sumaj kausay kachun Navidad ch'sisipi & Mosoi Watapi sumaj kausay kachun
Quiche' - Dioa kkje' awuk'
Rapa-Nui - Mata-Ki-Te-Rangi & Te-Pito-O-Te-Henua
Rarotongan - Kia akakakaia te Atua i runga i te rangi Teitei, e ei au to to teianei ao, e kia aroaia mai te tangata nei.
Rengma - Anu keghi Christmas nu amapi kethighi wa salam pi nthu chupenle
Rheto-Romance - Bella Festas daz Nadal ed in Ventiravel Onn Nov
Romani - Bachtalo krecunu Thaj Bachtalo Nevo Bers
Romanian - Craciun fericit si un An Nou fericit!
Rongmei - Mei kathui nata neila mei Khrisrmas akhatni gai mei tingkum kathan tu-na arew we
Roviana - Mami tataru Kirisimasi koa gamu doduru meke qetu qetu vuaheni vaqura ia
Russian - Pozdrevlyayu s prazdnikom Rozhdestva i s Novim Godom
Salar - YangI yilingiz gotlI bulsIn!
Sambal - Maligayang Pasko at Masayang Ba-yon Taon!
Sámi - Buorit Juovllat ja Buorre Oddajahki
Saamia - Muwule Omwaka Enjaya
Samoan - Ia manuia le Kilisimasi ma le tausaga fou
Sango -Gloire na Nzapa na ndouzou aho kouè, Na siriri na ndo sessé na popo ti ajo so amou nguia na Lo.
Santali - Raska nawa Serma
Saramaccan - Nuan wan suti jai o!
Sardinian - Bonu nadale e prosperu annu nou
Scots Gaelic - Nollaig chridheil agus Bliadhna mhath ur!
Secoya -Sihuanu'u Ejaerepa aide'ose'ere & Sihuana'u huaje ametecahue
Semandang - Selemat gawai Natal
Seneca - a:o'-e:sad yos-ha:-se:'
Serbian - Sretan Bozic. Vesela Nova Godine
Sicilian - Bon Natali e Prosperu Annu Novu !
Sinhala - Subha nath thalak Vewa. Subha Aluth Awrudhak Vewa
Slavey - Teyatie Gonezu
Soga - Mwisuka Sekukulu
Songe - Kutandika kua Yesu kuibuwa! & Kipua kipia kibuwa!
Sorani - Newroz le to Piroz be
Sorbian - Wjesole hody a strowe Nowe leto.
Somali - ciid wanaagsan iyo sanad cusub oo fiican.
Sotho/North - Mahlatsi a Matswalo a Morena le Ngwaga o Moswa
Sotho/South - Litakalerso Tse Monate Tsa Kere Semese Le Mahlohonolo a Selemo Se Secha
Slovakian - Vesele Vianoce a stastny novy rok
Slovene - Vesele bozicne praznike in srecno novo leto
Sorbian - Wjesole hody a strowe Nowe leto
Spanish - Feliz Navidad y Próspero Año Nuevo
Sranan - Wan switi kresneti nanga wan bun nyun yari!
Subanen - Piak Pasko Pu Piag Bago Tawn
Sudanese - Wilujeng Natal Sareng Warsa Enggal
Suena - Kerisimasi kokopai
Surigaonon - Malipayon na pasko sanan bag-on tuig!
Happy New Year
Swahili - ºKrismas Njema Na Heri Za Mwaka Mpyaº
Swedish - God Jul och Gott Nytt År
Tagalog - Maligayang Pasko at Manigong Bagong Taon
Tahitian - Ia ora i te Noere e ia ora na i te matahiti 'api
Tagakaulu - Madyaw Pagsalog sa Pagka-otaw ni Jesus & Aw mauntong na bago Umay!
Tala Andig - Maayad ha pasko daw bag-ong tuig
Tamazight - Asseggwas Ameggaz
Tarifit - Asuggas Asa'di
Tamil - Nathar Puthu Varuda Valthukkal
Tanaina - Natukda Nuuphaa
Tayal - Pqaquasta ta. Pquasta hentang na Jesu
Telugu - Christmas Shubhakaankshalu & Nootana Samvatchara Subhakanshalu
Thai - Suksan Wan Christmas lae Sawadee Pee Mai
Tlingit - Xristos Khuwdziti kax sh kaxtoolxetl
Tok Pisin - Meri Krismas & Hepi Nu Yia
Tokelau - Ke whakamanuia te Kirihimahi & Tauhaga Fou fiafia
Tonga - Kristo abe anduwe muciindo ca Christmas
Tongan - Kilisimasi Fiefia & Ta'u fo'ou monu ia
Toraja - Salama' Natal & Selama' taun baru
Trukese - Neekirissimas annim oo iyer seefe feyiyeech!
Tshiluba - Diledibua dilenga dia Mfumu - Tshidimu tshipia - tshipia th silenga
Tswana - Keresemose o monate le masego a ngwaga o montsha
Tubetube - Yayaliyaya Yesu sikabi kaiwena
Tumbuka - Kristu wabe namwe munyengo ya Christmas
Turkish - Noeliniz Ve Yeni Yiliniz Kutlu Olsun
Tutchone/Northern - Ut'ohudinch'i Hulin Dzenu & Eyum nan ek'an nenatth'at danji te yesohuthin ch'e hadaatle sh'o
Ukrainian - Veseloho Vam Rizdva i Shchastlyvoho Novoho Roku!
Umbundu - Natale, Natale, Oyo O Natale & Eteke Lio Bowano, Illimo Ciwa
Urdu - Naya Saal Mubarak Ho
Uvean - Italo fa ide tau fou nei eseke
Uyghur - YanghI yiling ahlqIs bolgey!
Valencian - Bon Nadal i millor any nou
Vespi - Rastvoidenke i Udenke Vodenke
Vietnamese - Chuc Mung Giang Sinh - Chuc Mung Tan Nien
Votian - Yvaa rashtagoa! & Yvaa uutta vootta!
Waray-Waray - Maupay nga Pasko ngan Mainuswagon nga Bag-o nga Tuig!
Warlpiri - Miri Kirijimiji & Nyuntunpa Ngurrju nyayirni yapa
Welsh - Nadolig LLawen a Blwyddyn Newydd Dda
Yup'ik/Central - Alussistuaqegcikici
Yupik/Siberian - Quyanalghii Kuusma & Quyangalleq Nutaghamun Aymiqulleq
Xhosa - Siniqwenelela Ikrisimesi EmnandI Nonyaka Omtsha Ozele Iintsikelelo Namathamsanqa
Yiddish - Gute Vaynakhtn un a Gut Nay Yor
Yoruba - E ku odun, e hu iye' dun!
Zarma - Barka da Issa hay-yan hann & Barka da djiri barey-yan
Zaza - Newroz'a tu Piroz be
Zia - Kerisimasi wosewa
Zime - El ma ka bar vra aso vei Lu & El ma ka kim na mireu
Zulu - Sinifesela Ukhisimusi Omuhle Nonyaka Omusha Onempumelelo
16 December, 2006
Heal Over - A voice and a guitar
An acoustic cover of the song "Heal Over", by KT Tunstall
So enough talking, here are both songs so you can "see" what I was yapping around. It's probably not advised if you're feeling emo'ish though :\ :
=> the real KT tunstall song - ignore the youtube images, and instead read the lyrics, they're so sweet that they make my teeth hurt ^^
=> Cannonball - Damien Rice - the first version; the second version (the cutest video); lyrics
Posting this made me crave some music, I'm going to get the ipod now...
=* take care all of you ^^
As for this song, I think it's beautiful. Over the last
couple of months it has grown from another good surprise revealed to me
by my brother to one of my favourite songs.
by my brother to one of my favourite songs.
On a personal note, I always give more credit to the artist that can grab my attention in a song with less tools. Musicians like Damien Rice, KT Tunstall, Aimee Mann (amongst others), armed with their acoustic guitars and their voices live are out of this world... The first time I heard Damien Rice wasn't after the movie "Closer" came out. Nope, it wasn't "the blowers daughters". It was a studio version of "Cannonball" at 3AM on vh1, on a dark room with a tv on....I'm a softie at heart so obviously I had to get teary eyed, it was one of those moments where the song, his voice and the lyrics overwhelmed me... one might call it a cathartic moment perhaps...
So enough talking, here are both songs so you can "see" what I was yapping around. It's probably not advised if you're feeling emo'ish though :\ :
=> the real KT tunstall song - ignore the youtube images, and instead read the lyrics, they're so sweet that they make my teeth hurt ^^
=> Cannonball - Damien Rice - the first version; the second version (the cutest video); lyrics
Posting this made me crave some music, I'm going to get the ipod now...
=* take care all of you ^^
15 December, 2006
Classical isn't?
11.03 PM
I am looking at my clock, longingly waiting for the phone to ring.
But that's the problem isn't? I think so...
The last couple of weeks have been a total mess in my already messed up life. Trippin' on my own words, my own attitudes, trippin' on me.
Instead of settling down for something I tend to overlook that and usually dive head first into things. Or people.
I know I can't say much about that, I get like 50 crushes a day. It would be more useful if I walked with a blindfold. Doesn't matter who or where, I always fall for people I shouldn't fall.. I am pondering the use of the word 'love' in here. Because it can't be love. Can it?
Nope I guess not.
11.10 PM
The phone is there, as it was before. I think I gave it too much credit for. I shouldn't have.
11:26 PM I walk around the house, it's really cold. I refused myself any form of warmth bacause I'd fall asleep if I turned it on and I dont want to. I lay on my bed to the sounds of Mozart's Requiem. Ever since I was a child, I have grown to listen to him and I tell you, the man was a music god. Beethoven is one of my favourites too. The 5th, the 9th, god... Absolute geniuses.
My eyes are closed as I let myself be immersed by the intensity of the voices. A shiver runs through my body. Could be the cold. However I don't think so.
I think I was about to drift asleep when a muffled vibrating sound came to my attention. Hmm? vibrating? Mozart didn't have that! The phone! Jesus bloody Christ! Where did I put it?! Try picturing me, frantically seeking for it having Bethoveen's 5th symphony first movement in full background. Aha! Got it! Just when it reached molto allegro, rondo, whatever!
She did call after all.
We spent about forty-five minutes on the phone. At some point, she asked: "You listening to classical?"
"Yes. It helps me think."
"I never took you for the classics lover." She smirked.
"Well... I am." All I managed to say.
"Well, I should leave you, you got classes tomorrow, right?"
"Yes." I wish I didn't.
"Goodnight." It came out with a hint of a grin.
"Goodnight."
"Sweet dreams."
"Listen..I.." I should have kept quiet. Or say something. Silence prevailed. "Do you wanna go out for a coffee tomorrow?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Ok, I'll say something after college."
"Deal."
"Goodnight then." I heard a laugh. Or it could be a giggle. No.. even a smile. What did it mean?
"You're funny when you're embarrassed you know?"
I am?
"I am?"
"Yes, much indeed. Now go to sleep or you'll be blaming me for not sleeping properly." Oh you really have no idea...
"Ok, I'll call you tomorrow."
"Ok."
"Bye"
Dead line.
I turned to the other side of my bed, looked at the wall, took a deep breath and sighed heavily.
Buried my head on my pillow and hid my phone under it.
I think my feet are getting cold... Both ways.
I am looking at my clock, longingly waiting for the phone to ring.
But that's the problem isn't? I think so...
The last couple of weeks have been a total mess in my already messed up life. Trippin' on my own words, my own attitudes, trippin' on me.
Instead of settling down for something I tend to overlook that and usually dive head first into things. Or people.
I know I can't say much about that, I get like 50 crushes a day. It would be more useful if I walked with a blindfold. Doesn't matter who or where, I always fall for people I shouldn't fall.. I am pondering the use of the word 'love' in here. Because it can't be love. Can it?
Nope I guess not.
11.10 PM
The phone is there, as it was before. I think I gave it too much credit for. I shouldn't have.
11:26 PM I walk around the house, it's really cold. I refused myself any form of warmth bacause I'd fall asleep if I turned it on and I dont want to. I lay on my bed to the sounds of Mozart's Requiem. Ever since I was a child, I have grown to listen to him and I tell you, the man was a music god. Beethoven is one of my favourites too. The 5th, the 9th, god... Absolute geniuses.
My eyes are closed as I let myself be immersed by the intensity of the voices. A shiver runs through my body. Could be the cold. However I don't think so.
I think I was about to drift asleep when a muffled vibrating sound came to my attention. Hmm? vibrating? Mozart didn't have that! The phone! Jesus bloody Christ! Where did I put it?! Try picturing me, frantically seeking for it having Bethoveen's 5th symphony first movement in full background. Aha! Got it! Just when it reached molto allegro, rondo, whatever!
She did call after all.
We spent about forty-five minutes on the phone. At some point, she asked: "You listening to classical?"
"Yes. It helps me think."
"I never took you for the classics lover." She smirked.
"Well... I am." All I managed to say.
"Well, I should leave you, you got classes tomorrow, right?"
"Yes." I wish I didn't.
"Goodnight." It came out with a hint of a grin.
"Goodnight."
"Sweet dreams."
"Listen..I.." I should have kept quiet. Or say something. Silence prevailed. "Do you wanna go out for a coffee tomorrow?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Ok, I'll say something after college."
"Deal."
"Goodnight then." I heard a laugh. Or it could be a giggle. No.. even a smile. What did it mean?
"You're funny when you're embarrassed you know?"
I am?
"I am?"
"Yes, much indeed. Now go to sleep or you'll be blaming me for not sleeping properly." Oh you really have no idea...
"Ok, I'll call you tomorrow."
"Ok."
"Bye"
Dead line.
I turned to the other side of my bed, looked at the wall, took a deep breath and sighed heavily.
Buried my head on my pillow and hid my phone under it.
I think my feet are getting cold... Both ways.
14 December, 2006
Bedtime story
Well, I was idily chatting with surreal this evening when she pointed me out this wicked story and suggested we'd post it in here for you guys.
Disclamer: No cars were severly injured, however the author of the post will never look at a 4-wheel vehicle with a suspicous driver in it the same way as before.
Enter at your own risk!! (~^^)
http://www.violentacres.com/archives/56/pet-peeve-2-tailgaters
Disclamer: No cars were severly injured, however the author of the post will never look at a 4-wheel vehicle with a suspicous driver in it the same way as before.
Enter at your own risk!! (~^^)
http://www.violentacres.com/archives/56/pet-peeve-2-tailgaters
09 December, 2006
Exilada!!
Finalmente!! Um computador que funciona!! :-O
Ninguém imagina o que é poder finalmente trabalhar em condições decentes. :/ Bom.. mas vamos ao que interessa. Para o pessoal que pensa que eu já fui desta para melhor... *riso maléfico* NÃO FUI!! Ahahahah! (¬_¬)' O que aconteceu foi meramente um problema de ordem técnica, que felizmente, espero já ter resolvido. O bom do adaptador do meu portátil teve um infeliz encontro com a minha gata, que fez o favor de o roer...
O que é que uma pessoa faz logo? Telefona para a assistência técnica.
Não posso dizer que estou muito satisfeita com o serviço prestado.. Pronto, uma pessoa telefona e em vez de ter uma resposta minimamente concreta, NÃO! Mandam-nos telefonar para uma energumenidade de números e NUNCA respondem como deve de ser!
Bom... adiante. Em quatro vezes que telefonei, o preço do dito adaptador mudava. Sempre mais caro! Ah e o prazo de espera também! Chegou ao ponto de me dizerem: " Ah bem sabe estas coisas vêm do fornecedor.. É capaz de demorar quatro semanas..."
"Quatro semanas?!" Disse eu, contente por estar bem sentada. "Bom e o preço?"
"92 euros."
(O.o) Enough said...
Esse funcionário que me atendeu, o sr. Tiago (grr!) devia ter andado a tomar qualquer coisinha que lhe fez mal nesse dia! Porque eu voltei a telefonar para o mesmo sítio, noutro dia claro, e fui excelentemente atendida pela sra. Ana Ribeiro que foi de uma simpatia e eficiência deveras louvável. Disse-me que no dia a seguir teria a resposta à minha ecomenda e de facto, no dia seguinte tive a confirmação do pedido. O mesmo adaptador, que me tinha sido indicado que custaria 92 euros e demoraria 4 semanas a chegar agora custava 63 euros e demorava uma semana... Makes you wonder...
A HP, eu não percebo. Como é que uma empresa, companhia ou lá o que aquilo é, tem uma assistência técnica tão rasca! Tou fula!
Quero dizer ao pessoal que ainda falta uma semaninha para eu estar fully functional no espaço virtual e não desesperem! :p I'll be back!
Ninguém imagina o que é poder finalmente trabalhar em condições decentes. :/ Bom.. mas vamos ao que interessa. Para o pessoal que pensa que eu já fui desta para melhor... *riso maléfico* NÃO FUI!! Ahahahah! (¬_¬)' O que aconteceu foi meramente um problema de ordem técnica, que felizmente, espero já ter resolvido. O bom do adaptador do meu portátil teve um infeliz encontro com a minha gata, que fez o favor de o roer...
O que é que uma pessoa faz logo? Telefona para a assistência técnica.
Não posso dizer que estou muito satisfeita com o serviço prestado.. Pronto, uma pessoa telefona e em vez de ter uma resposta minimamente concreta, NÃO! Mandam-nos telefonar para uma energumenidade de números e NUNCA respondem como deve de ser!
Bom... adiante. Em quatro vezes que telefonei, o preço do dito adaptador mudava. Sempre mais caro! Ah e o prazo de espera também! Chegou ao ponto de me dizerem: " Ah bem sabe estas coisas vêm do fornecedor.. É capaz de demorar quatro semanas..."
"Quatro semanas?!" Disse eu, contente por estar bem sentada. "Bom e o preço?"
"92 euros."
(O.o) Enough said...
Esse funcionário que me atendeu, o sr. Tiago (grr!) devia ter andado a tomar qualquer coisinha que lhe fez mal nesse dia! Porque eu voltei a telefonar para o mesmo sítio, noutro dia claro, e fui excelentemente atendida pela sra. Ana Ribeiro que foi de uma simpatia e eficiência deveras louvável. Disse-me que no dia a seguir teria a resposta à minha ecomenda e de facto, no dia seguinte tive a confirmação do pedido. O mesmo adaptador, que me tinha sido indicado que custaria 92 euros e demoraria 4 semanas a chegar agora custava 63 euros e demorava uma semana... Makes you wonder...
A HP, eu não percebo. Como é que uma empresa, companhia ou lá o que aquilo é, tem uma assistência técnica tão rasca! Tou fula!
Quero dizer ao pessoal que ainda falta uma semaninha para eu estar fully functional no espaço virtual e não desesperem! :p I'll be back!
28 November, 2006
quick thought - :]
Para ver, para dar
para estar, para ter
para ir, pra ouvir
pra sorrir e entrar
para rir, pra voltar
a tentar, pra sentir
e mudar, pra voltar
a cair, para me levantar
para nunca mais tentar mentir.
Pra crescer, para amar
para ser o lugar
pra viver e gostar
de gostar de viver
pra fugir, pra mostrar
pra dizer, pra ter paz pra dormir,
pra fingir, acordar
para ser, derramar
para nunca mais tentar mentir.
Ornatos Violeta - Para nunca mais mentir.
I find it amasing how 3 months in Biology changed me more than 3 years in Chemistry... my life is now more interesting but also waaaay more confusing. Although I'm trying to navigate through the chaos, learning new tricks and new moves because I'm pressured to do so, I've got no regrets. I kinda like it also. :)
para estar, para ter
para ir, pra ouvir
pra sorrir e entrar
para rir, pra voltar
a tentar, pra sentir
e mudar, pra voltar
a cair, para me levantar
para nunca mais tentar mentir.
Pra crescer, para amar
para ser o lugar
pra viver e gostar
de gostar de viver
pra fugir, pra mostrar
pra dizer, pra ter paz pra dormir,
pra fingir, acordar
para ser, derramar
para nunca mais tentar mentir.
Ornatos Violeta - Para nunca mais mentir.
I find it amasing how 3 months in Biology changed me more than 3 years in Chemistry... my life is now more interesting but also waaaay more confusing. Although I'm trying to navigate through the chaos, learning new tricks and new moves because I'm pressured to do so, I've got no regrets. I kinda like it also. :)
25 November, 2006
One year has passed since the first post.
A lot has changed since then. Maybe not visible, blatant changes. But hey, it's the small changes that make the world go round.
I am very happy with the outcome of this blog, it has overcome the expectations I had for it when I created it.
Not only it's a way to somehow express myself, it is certainly and sometimes a part of me. I actually thought: 'Well ok, I have a blog but it's not like many people are gonna check it out..Apart from some friends and that...' Well I was wrong, I have had great feedback on it and it only makes me more willing to continue keep working on it. Also, I have a great back-up team, that apart from having some minor flaws in terms of timing (Yes O-ren, that's for you!! (^^_)) they are awesome people and I am very glad that they are in this boat.
I'd like to thank all the people and factors that were directly related or not, who have been of some inspiration to me, to us here in The Kiss Of The Valkyrie.
To all, thank you and blessed be!
P.S.: The cake looks better if you click on it :/
19 November, 2006
Journey
The bus station was not as crowded as I expected it to be. A friend of mine was her like an hour ago and she said it was chaotic. I, fortunately or not, got behind. Went shopping, I thought I still had some time but then again I was wrong. I missed the bus by like one minute. Oh well... But it was so worth it. I've been saving up for this really wicked gift to a friend of mine like for ages and as soon I had it and as soon it was available, I went to get it.
Okay, one downside, I am officially broke now. I got like 10€ on my account... :/ but hey! I am complaining! (much...*sob sob*)
Now I am waiting, sitting at one bench.
Funny...
That's all I've been doing today. Wait. No, I've been running all day.
I wonder... We keep waiting and waiting most of our lives, waiting for what we call the 'right' moment for everything, but when it comes, will we be ready to accept it, to live it?
I don't think so. People are never happy. I mean they say they are happy but in fact they aren't. Happiness is just a matter of neural transmissions going bad and poor-mindness, some times.
It's a general imposition to the human race.
As I write, dozens of people pass in front of me. Complete strangers to one another,and yet...
We all suffer from the same pathology.
Life.
Broken promises and dreams.
Failures.
Trials and errors
That's who we are.
Some in vitro experiment gone bad.
(Memo: write to God and ask for Him to build a better playground on my next life. I am sure that will be filed along with the other 1,000,000,000,000,000 requests)
Best joke ever! xD
Um dia, a rosa encontrou a couve-flor e disse:
- Que petulância, se chamar de flor! Veja sua pele áspera e a minha, lisa e sedosa.
Veja seu cheiro desagradável e meu perfume, sensual e envolvente.
Veja seu corpo grosseiro e o meu, delgado e elegante... Eu, sim, sou uma flor!!!
E a couve-flor respondeu:
...mas ninguém te come.
18 November, 2006
17 November, 2006
Is Hell exothermic or endothermic?
A true story: A thermodynamics professor had written a take home exam for his graduate students. It had one question:
Is hell exothermic or endothermic?
Support your answer with a proof.
Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law or some variant.
One student, however wrote the following:
First, we postulate that if souls exist, they must have some mass. If they do, then a mole of souls can also have a mass. So, at what rate are souls moving into hell and at what rate are souls leaving?
I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for souls entering hell, lets look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Some of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to hell. Since there are more than one of these religions and people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all people and all souls go to hell.
With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in hell to increase exponentially.
Now, we look at the rate of change in volume in hell. Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in hell to stay the same, the ratio of the mass of souls and volume needs to stay constant.
1) So, if hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter hell, then the temperature and pressure in hell will increase until all hell breaks loose.
2) Of course, if hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until hell freezes over.
The student got the only A.
Ai... isto vem mesmo a calhar para o teste de IQF.. *gulp!* That person is my hero! xD
14 November, 2006
Inconstância
Procurei o amor, que me mentiu.
Pedi à Vida mais do que ela dava;
Eterna sonhadora edificava
Meu castelo de luz que me caiu!
Tanto clarão nas trevas refulgiu,
E tanto beijo a boca me queimava!
E era o sol que os longes deslumbrava
Igual a tanto sol que me fugiu!
Passei a vida a amar e a esquecer...
Atrás do sol dum dia outro a aquecer
As brumas dos atalhos por onde ando...
E este amor que assim me vai fugindo
Fé igual a outro amor que vai surgindo,
Que há-de partir também... nem eu sei quando...
Florbela Espanca
Pedi à Vida mais do que ela dava;
Eterna sonhadora edificava
Meu castelo de luz que me caiu!
Tanto clarão nas trevas refulgiu,
E tanto beijo a boca me queimava!
E era o sol que os longes deslumbrava
Igual a tanto sol que me fugiu!
Passei a vida a amar e a esquecer...
Atrás do sol dum dia outro a aquecer
As brumas dos atalhos por onde ando...
E este amor que assim me vai fugindo
Fé igual a outro amor que vai surgindo,
Que há-de partir também... nem eu sei quando...
Florbela Espanca
12 November, 2006
My everyday life in lyrics ^^
"A sunny day
I wake up and I see I have overslept
I'm already late
No need to rush anymore
That feels so good I've got a new stereo
That means I've got a new toy
I turned it on
I love the moment of picking a CD
Things are pretty simple around me
Days are quick to pass me by
All I wanna do is to be with my favorite things
My favorite songs My favorite TV shows are never ending
My favorite books My favorite radio shows will never die
They echo inside me
No need to understand me (...)"
Ellegarden - My favourite Song
I wake up and I see I have overslept
I'm already late
No need to rush anymore
That feels so good I've got a new stereo
That means I've got a new toy
I turned it on
I love the moment of picking a CD
Things are pretty simple around me
Days are quick to pass me by
All I wanna do is to be with my favorite things
My favorite songs My favorite TV shows are never ending
My favorite books My favorite radio shows will never die
They echo inside me
No need to understand me (...)"
Ellegarden - My favourite Song
09 November, 2006
Run girl run!
Funny thing how life works...
Sometimes the word "ironic" is just way too good or not even enough to describe some of life's quirks.
I am (well, by the time I'll be posting this, was..) on the train now. I'm going to a friend's place so we can study together, we have a test on Saturday and I really need to pass! OK, so I'm going there. We work pretty well and her boyfriend is good at explaining us the stuff we quite don't get.
This is the first time I actually go to her house but...
Yesterday, when she was giving me the directions to take and all, I almost wish she hadn't..
Because...
I know where she lives. I mean, I know the area, place, whatever..
' Cos I've been there before. Lots of times. Quite some time ago, it was almost my second place to be, if not first. I was rarely home back then.
It's a place that brings me some unpleasant but also, reassuring feelings.
That I am NOT EVER going back to what I was back then.
It's a place where in the past I'd come to get high. Yep, you read well. Get high, stoned, make out with Ms. Lucy in the sky with diamonds, you pick.
And now... I am exactly *there*.
You must agree that it's quite.. awkward.
I used to go there to get high, now I'm here to study! (hard, believe me!)
It's difficult to express, what I am feeling now. A mix of contradictory feelings is stirring inside of me.
My first step out of the train.. God, I was almost trembling. To revive all the memories I had.. walk the same streets and alleys.. I was so relieved when I got to her place. Relieved.
The rest of the day went well, it was a good work day and I am pleased with it.
I really like the new approach I've taken with my life, that I'll always confront my problems, my fears, my hopes. But...
It's quite a burden, I tell you.
Yeah yeah, I know. It'll make me stronger in character. But I dunno if I want to be strong anymore. It's like where is the point of war when you're out of enemies to fight?
Yes, I still have many demons in my closet and problems and fears. Nevertheless sometimes I just want to let go.
There's no point on having wars if you don't have enemies. There's also no point on fighting if you don't have allies to help you on the battlefield.
I am wondering which one suits me most... (By the way, that's MY phrase)
07 November, 2006
Nostalgia
Acabadinha de chegar a casa!
Hoje almocei com um moço. Não estou propriamente nos meus dias por isso não falei muito, ouvi-o mais a contar histórias mirambolantes e meio doidas da altura em que ele ainda estava na escola. :)
Agora enquanto estava a espera do meu último autocarro lembrei-me de uma que ele me contou, sobre o como ele conheceu his best friend e isso fez-me pensar, como é que conheci a Greedy? (greedy = greedy fly, aquela música velhinha dos Bush que ela adora :))
Um pouco de contexto: a minha infância e tempos de escola foram uma treta e uma seca até ao 11º ano. Até lá, eu era tão tótó! xD Caladinha, sempre na minha, sem amigos... quer dizer, isto tudo até conhecer a Greedy, que foi provavelmente a minha primeira amiga à séria e o "catalizador" da minha mudança.
Se bem me lembro conheci a míuda por uma amiga em comum e foi click instantâneo porque que começámos logo a falar de música. Ela andava com um diskman e mostrava-me CDs, eu falava com ela do vídeo que tinha visto na tv ou na música nova que estava a passar na rádio... a miúda é capaz de falar sobre música durante horas a fio sem brincadeira, e quando nós engrenávamos na conversa, ninguém nos parava! xD Lembro-me até de outra que costumava entrar em pânico porque nós não nos calávamos!
Aquela miúda é fabulosa. Numa fase menos boa é certo, mas sei que ela consegue dar a volta.^^
É curioso que apesar de já não estar com ela à imenso tempo, sempre que estou é graças a qualquer "evento" musical. Fomos ao nosso primeiro festival de Verão juntas (Super Rock Super Bock!!! 2 dias =D!!) e ao primeiro concerto de Pearl Jam (que foi absolutamente genial)... adoro como foram grandes momentos tanto para mim como para ela, e como a primeira pessoa em que eu pensei para os partilhar foi ela e como ela fez o mesmo comigo... adoro este tipo de detalhes, é graças a estas pequenas coisas que ela é minha irmã. Apesar de ser loira e eu não. E ter pais completamente diferentes dos meus. E de viver noutra casa. xD
Ainda a rapto para um café... damn, those were the days, gostava de estar a falar com ela sobre música agora =).
Hoje almocei com um moço. Não estou propriamente nos meus dias por isso não falei muito, ouvi-o mais a contar histórias mirambolantes e meio doidas da altura em que ele ainda estava na escola. :)
Agora enquanto estava a espera do meu último autocarro lembrei-me de uma que ele me contou, sobre o como ele conheceu his best friend e isso fez-me pensar, como é que conheci a Greedy? (greedy = greedy fly, aquela música velhinha dos Bush que ela adora :))
Um pouco de contexto: a minha infância e tempos de escola foram uma treta e uma seca até ao 11º ano. Até lá, eu era tão tótó! xD Caladinha, sempre na minha, sem amigos... quer dizer, isto tudo até conhecer a Greedy, que foi provavelmente a minha primeira amiga à séria e o "catalizador" da minha mudança.
Se bem me lembro conheci a míuda por uma amiga em comum e foi click instantâneo porque que começámos logo a falar de música. Ela andava com um diskman e mostrava-me CDs, eu falava com ela do vídeo que tinha visto na tv ou na música nova que estava a passar na rádio... a miúda é capaz de falar sobre música durante horas a fio sem brincadeira, e quando nós engrenávamos na conversa, ninguém nos parava! xD Lembro-me até de outra que costumava entrar em pânico porque nós não nos calávamos!
Aquela miúda é fabulosa. Numa fase menos boa é certo, mas sei que ela consegue dar a volta.^^
É curioso que apesar de já não estar com ela à imenso tempo, sempre que estou é graças a qualquer "evento" musical. Fomos ao nosso primeiro festival de Verão juntas (Super Rock Super Bock!!! 2 dias =D!!) e ao primeiro concerto de Pearl Jam (que foi absolutamente genial)... adoro como foram grandes momentos tanto para mim como para ela, e como a primeira pessoa em que eu pensei para os partilhar foi ela e como ela fez o mesmo comigo... adoro este tipo de detalhes, é graças a estas pequenas coisas que ela é minha irmã. Apesar de ser loira e eu não. E ter pais completamente diferentes dos meus. E de viver noutra casa. xD
Ainda a rapto para um café... damn, those were the days, gostava de estar a falar com ela sobre música agora =).
Waiting alone
Your powdered white face, black lines, sunken eyes remind me of the days when we laughed for hours, my hand in yours as the lightning lit an empty sky.... My hand in yours.
Your powdered white face, black lines, sunken eyes remind me of the days when we laughed for hours, my hand in yours as the lightning lit an empty sky.... Empty promises, forgotten dreams, and tears.
The afternoon shadows stretch through your bedroom windowsill and down the hall to the room where I sleep each night.... Waiting alone in silence for you to return
Waiting alone...
-- in Journal For The Condemned
Insert coin
Well, it's one of those days again. One where I self-pity for not having done more, for not trying harder, for not... that's it. Not.
The word I was looking for. Hmm.. actually an adverb which denotes negation of a word and/or a group of words.
I think it pretty much describes me.
Try adding that to most of the adjectives you know and you get... me.
Actually.. you get pretty much everyone using that.. But heck. It's my turn now.
I am more calm now, but I had a rollercoaster day. So now I am listening to mellow songs, got the Kleenex box by my side, my nose is all blocked and my voice is raspy..
I had Doc earlier. You know, that pretty lady Doc I think I already mentioned here.
Well, she's still pretty since the last session. A tad bit lil' more if I dare to say. Anyway... we started talking and and she asked me stuff, she compared some of her notes and said that I'm making good progresses. She said she was really happy for that and honestly, so was I.
So far so good. We then debated on my antagonist mother/daughter relationship Or the lack of it, that's better.
That's a critical point for me I must confess (well, one among many..). But I am trying, and so far I haven't managed to overcome it or at least have a different approach to it. Maybe it's more complex than I or Doc thought... Any way, we just started on that now.
The talk moved into areas like physical contact and/or physical displays. In an earlier evaluation, she noted that I gestured a lot, but when it came it actual contact, she quoted what I said before (e.g, someone holding/embracing me) I would withdraw myself and most likely to break contact. She now asked me why.
"I don't want to get attached too much to people. They will eventually leave and that would hurt."
"So you're telling me that you don't get close in that way to other people because you're anticipating their departure from your life?"
"Yeah, pretty much that. Except that it only applies to the people I really like. I mean, really really like."
"So tell me, does it happens more with boys or girls?" I swear that woman reads people. She READS 'em. OK, that's her job really.
I didn't even blinked when I she asked that.
"Girls."
"You feel more affinity towards them because of your mother, am I right?"
"Yes." Pull-the-talk-outta-me-with-a-string face.
"Do you know the reason why?"
Ok, I started kind of twitching on my seat. "Well.. I think it's because.. I believe I could compensate the non-existent motherly bond by finding other people whose traits would appeal to me.
"And..?"
"And that would be by searching for, in this case, a female sort of model/reference, or if you like, people that I am comfortable with."
She just looked at me wanting some more complete answer. "And.. it usually never works because in that search I always tend, well it sort of happens in the process, to end up having mixed up feelings." Please stop now.
"Are you embarrassed now? By telling this?"
"Yes, a little." NO!! You should have said no!
"It's alright. Tell me, when was the last time you had a display of affection from your mother?"
"Can never be applied here? Because I honestly do not remember. I must have been a baby then and I still have some doubts about that."
"Sarcasm isn't allowed."
Damn..
"Very well.. What would your reaction be, if your mother hugged you for instance?"
My face must have been priceless back then. "None. I wouldn't have a reaction."
"I see."
"No you don't Doc. It's awful when you know you came here into this world and you weren't wanted. But worse of all is when that isn't even concealed and most of the time, rubbed on your face. This, I wouldn't wish not to even the worse of my enemies. Yes I am afraid of love and to be loved because all I've learned so far hurts too much to say, and people really don't care and people leave. They leave you stranded. So I have no reasons to be here because the issues I have about my mother will never go away because she simply.. doesn't... care."
Ok, snapping point. Here all hell broke loose and so the friggin' tears that had been building up in my eyes. She gave me some space. Then rose up and came up to me.
She knelt down and said "I already know the answer, but did your mother ever held you on anytime you cried or anything similar?.
"No." I said between sobs. "Even if she wanted it, I wouldn't let her. Mothers should not hurt their children. They shouldn't." And I kept crying.
"As a mother, I completely agree with what you said. I'd never forgive myself if I knew my child was in such pain and do nothing about it. No one deserves to carry such burden."
"Yeah, well.." I had nothing more to say.
She looked at the clock. "I guess our time's up. I want to see you again, this time sooner. Is next month ok for you?"
"Yes."
"Good. You did well today." She smiled. "Your process of exteriorizing your emotions is going well, now you must keep going."
"Thanks Doc." Really, I didn't know whether to thank her or hate her. No, I don't hate her.
She walked me to the door and hugged me. I felt weird. No no... not that weird. I mean a confusing weird. Yea it was that. I mean, we were just talking about that. I think it must have been some part of the therapy, I dunno. I just stood there, didn't move a muscle. I swear I didn't know what to do.
"It's ok. You'll get there. See you next month."
"Goodbye."
Home. Finally. The drive was in utter silence. I was asked how it went in there.
Fine, it was just fine.
I ate something, but my stomach was clenching. I just wanted my room.
Now I am in my room since dinner time. I have papers scattered on my desk, a prelude for a works' night and the sleeves of my shirt are a little wrinkled and wet.
I came here and cried. No emotions attached to my tears now. I guess I just needed to get something out of my system. The concern of getting back tomorrow sort of haunts me. I don't want to go.
I just wanted her to love me. Is that so much to ask?
02 November, 2006
Rir sem piada nenhuma, chorar de uma hora para outra, gritar no meio do silêncio e ficar em silêncio no meio de 1 milhão de pessoas gritando.
Hoje eu consegui rir, chorar, gritar, ficar em silêncio dessa forma pela primeira vez e confesso que ando descobrir que é a melhor coisa que existe no mundo.
For the first time in a long time,
I realized,
I am happy :)
Backgroung music for my ecstatic soul:
Learning to breathe - Nerina Pallot
I'm learning to breathe on my own
Hoje eu consegui rir, chorar, gritar, ficar em silêncio dessa forma pela primeira vez e confesso que ando descobrir que é a melhor coisa que existe no mundo.
For the first time in a long time,
I realized,
I am happy :)
Backgroung music for my ecstatic soul:
Learning to breathe - Nerina Pallot
I'm learning to breathe on my own
01 November, 2006
Up here so high the sky I scrape...
In my tree... I'm trading stories with the leaves..
A photoblog with a twist (that I love) - the girl who takes the photos only puts Pearl Jam lyrics (band that rules the Universe<3 - and yes, I am that biased towards them *grin*) as captions. Nice pics and very smart captioning turns visiting this blog into a pleasant experience ^^.
29 October, 2006
Watching the moon
I go to bed
I've had a fullsome life
No hope
Three of four times a week
I still get letters on the mail
From the whore who took my poems
I've had a fullsome life
No hope
Three of four times a week
I still get letters on the mail
From the whore who took my poems
28 October, 2006
The sun was still good
screaming for rent
I've written from where it's at
sudden water
flopping on a mattress
I think too of old men sick of music
half a block down
the vultures are over-full
cuffed-out
enough to blow up fifty worlds
divided swords
& no women at all
the horses die
nothing more
I've written from where it's at
sudden water
flopping on a mattress
I think too of old men sick of music
half a block down
the vultures are over-full
cuffed-out
enough to blow up fifty worlds
divided swords
& no women at all
the horses die
nothing more
27 October, 2006
Re: zOMG, It's me! (^^)
Bem, moçoilos e moçoilas, meninos e meninas, dudes e dudettes, dirijo-me a vós, nobre audiência no intuito de me apresentar perante tão mui nobre público *graxista do caneco xD*!
Não costumo ser moça de muitas palavras escritas. Ás vezes vem aquele laivo de inspiração que permite escrever uma teoria mesmo doida, ou dissertar horas a fio sobre a influência do cansaço do caracol na sua queda de cabelo, mas no entanto sempre preferi ficar-me por falar sobre detalhes - a coisa que mais escapa no dia a dia a muito boa gente.
Graças a um convite completamente espontâneo da parte da Lachaesis, junto-me a estas miúdas neste blog com muito orgulho e também uma pontinha de medo... não quero que ninguém apanhe uma seca com o que eu escrever! xD
Não costumo ser moça de muitas palavras escritas. Ás vezes vem aquele laivo de inspiração que permite escrever uma teoria mesmo doida, ou dissertar horas a fio sobre a influência do cansaço do caracol na sua queda de cabelo, mas no entanto sempre preferi ficar-me por falar sobre detalhes - a coisa que mais escapa no dia a dia a muito boa gente.
Graças a um convite completamente espontâneo da parte da Lachaesis, junto-me a estas miúdas neste blog com muito orgulho e também uma pontinha de medo... não quero que ninguém apanhe uma seca com o que eu escrever! xD
26 October, 2006
ZOMG!! Another one!! They are everywhere!!!
Well well well... what have we here?
The Kiss Of The Valkyrie is proud to announce that another member will enlist its ranks. Of course I am still the one in charge in here (teehee!)
Out of jokes now, I'd like to give a warm welcome to surreal into our little lair.
May the inspiration run freely in our minds, 'cos God help us that's the only thing we got!
Blessed be!
The Kiss Of The Valkyrie is proud to announce that another member will enlist its ranks. Of course I am still the one in charge in here (teehee!)
Out of jokes now, I'd like to give a warm welcome to surreal into our little lair.
May the inspiration run freely in our minds, 'cos God help us that's the only thing we got!
Blessed be!
Enchantation
The deed was done
There's no turning back.
The price to pay was high,
High as the darkened sky
So it was agreed.
The deed is done.
The guilt has come to last
As a curse that was cast,
A shadow from the past, it'll haunt me.
And for my witnesses
My mother Moon and father Sun,
I have a request.
In the name of the Goddess
Hear my plea
For thy soul shall not have rest
Untill it's beyond the endless sea
Where the sun never sets
Where the stars never shine
Where the moon never rises
Lead it to the Summerland
Where the Ancestors behold
The time without time.
The deed was done
Ancient Gods and Goddesses
I invoke thee
Forces from above
Let it be
Such as above
As well as below
A thousand years shall pass
And the seal shall be broke
Thy soul shall rise again
To fulfill thy fate
It shall not wait
It won't be late
And on this very same date
The deed shall be done.
Ancient Gods and Goddesses
I invoke thee
Powers from above
Let it be
I command thee now to the all
Listen to my desire
Bind thy soul!
So mote it be!
25 October, 2006
Ego sum nihil
Perder a vontade de sorrir. Tão simples quanto isso. Perder a vontade de lutar por algo que nos destrói por dentro, mas que ainda assim estaríamos dispostos a um último esforço. Perder a vontade de amar. De nos amarmos a nós próprios bem como aos outros.
Não podemos salvar aqueles que não desejam ser salvos. De novo, tão simples.
Já não me consigo levantar do chão, sinto nas minhas costas os pés, joelhos, mãos que me mantêm imóvel. Ouço as correntes ao longe , serpenteando na minha direcção. Eu não quero, não posso...
Já nem sinto os olhos de tantas lágrimas em vão.
Já não sinto o coração bater porque em vez de um coração tenho um buraco negro.
Negro de dor e sofrimento.
Raiva e impotência planam sobre o meu espírito moribundo como abutres famintos
Dizem que a raiva é mais útil que o desespero. Bem, então devo ter caído nas boas graças das Providências, porque neste momento raiva não me falta.
Como é possível?
Longe de mim depositar responsabilidades ou culpas nos poderes divinos. Não, não têm nada a ver com os desígnios dos homens. Esta raça imunda e podre que nós somos. Sim, somos nojentos. Auto-proclamamo-nos animais racionais... Que animais RACIONAIS torturam, matam, roubam, violam indivíduos, filhos, irmãos pais dos membros da sua própria espécie, pelo simples PRAZER de o FAZER?!
Nenhum animal, nenhum, nem dos chamados grandes predadores e assassinos da vida animal, os irracionais têm semelhante comportamento. Com as suas presas, chegam a ser piedosos e com as suas crias complacentes e devotos progenitores. É raro encontrarmos isso na espécie humana, que por mais irónico que seja, a espécie que tomou conta do planeta que habitamos.
A minha alma está negra. O dia de ontem foi negro e ensombrado como até hoje nunca tinha tido. Só me lembro dos dias após o meu "acidente"... Mas nem esses se comparam.
Rain pours heavy on my heart...
Não podemos salvar aqueles que não desejam ser salvos. De novo, tão simples.
Já não me consigo levantar do chão, sinto nas minhas costas os pés, joelhos, mãos que me mantêm imóvel. Ouço as correntes ao longe , serpenteando na minha direcção. Eu não quero, não posso...
Já nem sinto os olhos de tantas lágrimas em vão.
Já não sinto o coração bater porque em vez de um coração tenho um buraco negro.
Negro de dor e sofrimento.
Raiva e impotência planam sobre o meu espírito moribundo como abutres famintos
Dizem que a raiva é mais útil que o desespero. Bem, então devo ter caído nas boas graças das Providências, porque neste momento raiva não me falta.
Como é possível?
Longe de mim depositar responsabilidades ou culpas nos poderes divinos. Não, não têm nada a ver com os desígnios dos homens. Esta raça imunda e podre que nós somos. Sim, somos nojentos. Auto-proclamamo-nos animais racionais... Que animais RACIONAIS torturam, matam, roubam, violam indivíduos, filhos, irmãos pais dos membros da sua própria espécie, pelo simples PRAZER de o FAZER?!
Nenhum animal, nenhum, nem dos chamados grandes predadores e assassinos da vida animal, os irracionais têm semelhante comportamento. Com as suas presas, chegam a ser piedosos e com as suas crias complacentes e devotos progenitores. É raro encontrarmos isso na espécie humana, que por mais irónico que seja, a espécie que tomou conta do planeta que habitamos.
A minha alma está negra. O dia de ontem foi negro e ensombrado como até hoje nunca tinha tido. Só me lembro dos dias após o meu "acidente"... Mas nem esses se comparam.
Rain pours heavy on my heart...
22 October, 2006
Re: New member!!
I too hope I can keep up the good work you have been doing so far :)
It is a pleasure, not to mention fun, to sort of, work with you.
Thanks for the invitation!
P.S.- 'Oh wise one' Bem... isso são só elogios à minha pessoa? :p
It is a pleasure, not to mention fun, to sort of, work with you.
Thanks for the invitation!
P.S.- 'Oh wise one' Bem... isso são só elogios à minha pessoa? :p
New member!!
It is with great pleasure that The Kiss Of The Valkyrie has taken under its wing (so to speak) another soul. From now on, there will be another contributor to its contents, other than myself of course (I'll be hanging around just to keep a look on things of course :p)
I hope this new acquisition can keep up and let's hope we both do a good job at keeping the blog alive and kicking!! Welcome O-ren Ishii, oh wise one.
Thanks to all for the visits and support! (^_^)b
I hope this new acquisition can keep up and let's hope we both do a good job at keeping the blog alive and kicking!! Welcome O-ren Ishii, oh wise one.
Thanks to all for the visits and support! (^_^)b
18 October, 2006
Love
I love you
Not only for what you are,
But for what I am
When I am with you.
I love you,
Not only for what
You have made of yourself,
But for what
You are making of me.
I love you
For the part of me
That you bring out;
I love you
For putting your hand
Into my heaped-up heart
And passing over
All the foolish, weak things
That you can't help
Dimly seeing there,
And for drawing out
Into the light
All the beautiful belongings
That no one else had looked
Quite far enough to find
I love you because you
Are helping me to make
Of the lumber of my life
Not a tavern
But a temple.
Out of the works
Of my every day
Not a reproach
But a song.
I love you
Because you have done
More than any creed
Could have done
To make me good.
And more than any fate
Could have done
To make me happy.
You have done it
Without a touch,
Without a word,
Without a sign.
You have done it
By being yourself.
Perhaps that is what
Being a friend means,
After all.
--Roy Croft
17 October, 2006
Is there any Psy-Cho convention in town that I am not aware of?!?!
I think that the title pretty much sums it all up...
Okay! So, I've been having the weirdest week of all times... Yes, my weeks don't necessarily start on Sundays... Today was like weird weird weird all the way.
OK, so I got up awfully cheery today and did all the things normal people do before they go to work/school. I had a shower, I got dressed, I had breakfast, I fed the cats, took the train, the other train, the bus (ok, I was officially squashed in the bus, but then again, who isn't?) and I got to college. An hour earlier than my first class. And you ask why? (Whyyyy?!) I planned on studying a bit before class and organize some things (haha very funny, those of you who are, right now, displaying faces of utter shock...) Anyway, I went to this study room we have in the Math department and I kinda noticed there was a person, (I didn't figure what gender at this point 'cos I am a plain air-head..) I sit on a desk and start taking my stuff out.
What's the big deal, you ask. WAIT! I am not finished yet!
So, I was there minding my own 'biz when I hear someone say "Good morning." (like 5 minutes after I entered) and some things I didn't quite figure out. I thought that the person was talking to someone else on a cell phone or something like it, and not me, so I didn't care.
Then, outta nowhere, I feel a pat on my back and this guy kinda leaned on the desk behind me says "Hey! Have you noticed how the guy cleans the windows?"
Hmmm, I must've gone (o.O) wtf? at that.. he pointed out and there was this window cleaning man.. erm... cleaning the windows?
I know! It's so... urgh! You can't even describe it! If that was a pickup line... He gotta work on 'em better...
I felt like really funny, but not in a fuzzy funny kinda way, if you get my drift... So anyway, by then I realized that the 'Good morning.' was for me!! Talking about being blonde...(no offense to the blondes out there) I swear, my brain had a major break all that time!
I kinda apologized him for not sayin' hi back 'cos I thought it wasn't addressed to me and he said no worries and smiled at me..
*sigh number one* Okay... if this isn't weird, than I have to get a new definition of this word on my dictionary... and no.. it doesn't end here.
He was gonna start making small talk when my brain suddenly reconnected to my other senses and I had enough intelligence to say "Oops sorry, late for class! Ta-ta!" Well, it was kinda like that...
He waved back "Bye! See ya!"
See ya?! Since when I gave him permission to say that?!
Meanwhile I had class, but there was this bug nagging behind my ear about all that happened before. I mean... Didn't make much sense, wouldn't you agree?
Lunch time, I had some friends waiting for me at the cafeteria so we could all have a meal in peace and enjoy the pleasure of each others company. I have this really really nice friend of mine to whom I was bursting to tell what happened! So when I get there I was like "Oh (pause) my (pause) God! You are soooo not gonna believe what just happened to me this morning!!"
"What?"
"Okay, so there was this guy..." I can barely end that because, right next to my other friend, suddenly emerges someone vaguely familiar. Twenty million dollar question, can you guess who?
Yes, the guy.
*sigh number two* No no no no no... this isn't happening. It was going well until he saw I was there too.
"Say! Weren't you back there in the study room?"
"Yes.. Yes I was..."
Bla bla bla small talk, the guy gets glued to us at lunch time and we have to bare with him.. In the table he gets next to me and chirps in whenever I am talking with my friend. Lunch hour is over, he walks with us to our theatre, (note: I wasn't gonna have class really, I just thought it was a good idea to butt into that class and ditch the guy) he asks my friend some Probabilities notes, gets her e-mail and says he'll ask her my e-mail too.
*sigh number three* I am sighing a lot, aren't I? Well, it's kinda hard to comment all this! I mean, considering the week I've had... what is wrong with people?!?! It is me or them?
I know I know... I don't think I can even classify this situation as a psycho alert... more like a pseudo-psycho kind, I think. Considering what I have had lately, I am trying to be as normal as possible about stuff like this, but hey! A person can't help to extrapolate to other whereabouts.
Oh well... life could get worse than this, right?
11 October, 2006
My date with a psycho?!
The following story is based on true and recent facts (they just happened a couple of hours ago!) and any coincidence with reality is pure truth!
Yes ok, 3PM outside college. I’d finally agreed to meet him. We’ve been talking in somewhat a daily basis and to be honest he doesn’t appeal to me. It doesn’t appeal to me at all. But even so, I decided to give out a chance. He arrived 30 minutes late. I didn’t get if that was a manoeuvre to get me anxious or anything or if indeed the traffic was troubled. Anyway, it didn’t work. So, I got in the car and said hi and he said hi back, the usual kiss in cheek. So far so good. For the people who know me kind of good/well, you guys know I talk. I mean I TALK!! So anyway, he asked, you wanna go to the beach? Yeah sure why not? And I started making some small talk. At some point he said, could you be quiet, please? I can’t drive and pay attention to you at the same time. Ok does anyone feel anything wrong in this picture? Well I did. The way till the beach was in total silence, apart from the car radio and the outside. If you ask me, I don’t like silence. I mean I do, but I didn’t like it THERE! Ok we got to the beach, walked and talked a little and finally we found a spot and sat down. Things were going nicely till here. I was sitting with my hands on the sand and behind my back and he was kinda side-to-side with me. We were talking and all of a sudden, he puts his hand on top of mine. I smirked, not a happy smirk I tell ya. So, the more we talked, the more he got close to me and the more I moved away, till there was this time I said hey I gotta get up, got cramps on my legs. He wouldn’t let me, so I started yanking my arm from his hands and I said let me go in a calm but cold tone (well at least that was what I intended it to be) and he let me go. But he got up like immediately and hugged me. I was beyond my limits. All the time, I swear to God and all that I treasure most, I felt like I was on one of those CSI/Criminal Minds episodes. He had a look in his eyes.. it was creepy I tell ya I was already picturing me, all retailed all bloody in some tub (don’t ask me why). But as a fan of both, I’d have to say he fits on the profile: good-looking (yes kinda), high level of education, stable job… The organized/hedonistic serial killer type. I could go on and on and still he’d fit. What ticked me also was his disregard for ethics, for him it’s all pleasure, pure hedonism and also, he’s an atheist so he kept telling that the Christians always had some sense of guilt… This guy is a sicko with a capital S!! He wouldn’t stop touching me, wanting to kiss me!! It was awful! And you know what was worse than awful?! There was this time he helped me get up from the sand and when he did, he pulled me close to him and hugged me tight like that. He had this.. this huge erection and every time he hugged me close, I could feel it through my jeans! Ew ew ew!! Disgusting, absolutely disgusting! I am in utter shock! I swear! If I wasn’t sure about being gay, this would really make my mind pretty clear about it!! Thank you God! I don’t know what to make from this afternoon’s events. But one thing I know for sure and that is that I never, EVER want to see that guy again!! Other thing that ticked me was when I asked him if he had a girlfriend and he said he was still living with whom I presume to be his wife (at the same place?!) but that the divorce was already running and it would be done by December. Hmm.. I wonder why the divorce.. Ok, maybe I’m over-reacting and being speculative in this one, but again it didn’t smell right. I have to say, I feel violated. I came home, undressed myself, got in the tub and I didn’t get out of there before an hour looking at the ceiling, million thoughts running in front of my eyes! I cannot imagine what a woman must feel when she is effectively violated, raped in the truest sense of the word. It’s sad but true. I had one of the weirdest days in my life today, I got home scared and paranoid. But I know, that guy… he’s no good. Oh no he ain’t. Note: I must say, of what I related here, there could be some missing parts or words, but I tried to be as objective as possible in a situation like this
10 October, 2006
The Fucking Disclaimer
If you are offended by the use of bad language fuck off now! Don't read all of this page and then say it annoys you.
Uses of the word Fuck
FUCK is an international word. It doesn't matter where you are in the world, everyone knows exactly what you mean when you say "Fuck Off".
It's the atmosphere it creates, that's why you will never read something like:
"Fuck off", he hinted.
Grammatical Usage
In language, "fuck" falls into many grammatical categories, making it one of the most versatile words in the English language.
It can be used as a verb, both transitive (John fucked Jane) and intransitive (John and Jane fucked). It can be an active verb (John fucked Jane) or a passive verb (Jane was fucked by John). Or an adverb (Jane is a fucking bastard) and a noun (Jane is a terrific fuck). It can be used as an adjective (Jane is fucking beautiful).
Further Structures
As you can see there are few words with the versatility of "fuck". Besides its sexual connotations, this incredible word can be used to describe many situations.
Greetings "How the fuck are you?"
Fraud "I was fucked by the McDonalds Drive Through."
Dismay "Oh, fuck it."
Trouble "Well, I guess I'm fucked again."
Aggression "Fuck you!!!"
Disgust "Fuck me!!!"
Confusion, Curiosity or Disbelief "What the fuck....?"
Diffuclty "I don't understand this fucking thing."
Despair "Fucked again."
Good Job "Congratufuckinglations."
Desperation "Fuckityfuckfuckfuck."
Incompetence "He fucks up everything."
Disappointment "This fucking fucker is fucked."
Intelligence "He's a fucking genius."
Dismissal "Why don't you go outside and play hide-and-go-fuck-yourself?"
Displeasure "What the fuck is going on?"
Lost "Where the fuck are we?"
Disbelief "Unbefuckinglievable!!!"
Retaliation "Up your fucking ass!!!"
Laziness "He's just a fuck-off."
Pain "Fuck ! that hurt."
Pleasure "Oooooooh Fuuuuuuck"
Love "Do ya Fuck on first dates?"
Starting a relationship "Let's fuck now!"
Surprise "Fucking hell what was that?"
Admiration "Nice fucking tits!"
Stupid person "Dumbfuck!"
Hate "You Fuck!"
Condemnation "Fuck that shit!"
Disappointment "That's not fucking fair."
A poker hand "A Royal Fuck."
Ignorant person "Fuckstick."
Denial "I didn't fucking do it."
Perplexity "I know fuck all about it."
Apathy "Who gives a fuck."
Confusion "What the fuck just happened?"
Resignation "Oh fuck it."
Suspicion "Who the fuck are you?"
Panic "Let's get the fuck out of here!"
Directions "Fuck off."
Sex "Let's fuck."
Maternal "Motherfucker."
Incestuous "Motherfucker."
Ambiguity "I'm not so fucking sure."
Agreement "Absofuckinglutely."
Questioning Authority "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
Hypocrisy "Don't you dare fucking swear at me you fucking fucker."
Praising the Lord "Jesus Fucking Christ."
I have a headache "Go fuck yourself."
Refusal "Oh you can fuck right off."
Pissed off "Fuck the fucking fuckers!"
Be quiet "Shut the fuck up."
You're right "Fucking oath." (Australianism)
Ostentation "He's just bought a big, fuck-off Mercedes."
Sensuousness "She was wearing a pair of red leather, fuck-me boots."
Confidence "Fuckin' A."
Impressed "That was fucking amazing."
Oral sex after 30 years of marriage "Fuck you!" (while passing each other in the hall)
Apathy "I don't give a fuck."
Bewilderment or Ignorance "Fucked if I know."
Enraged "I'm gonna fuck you up!"
Annoyance "Fuck off, fucker."
Annoyance "For fuck's sake."
Pissed off "Fuck you, you fucking fuck."
Tardiness "It's ten-fucking-thirty already?"
Broken down motorcycle "Sir, the fucking fucker has fucked up on me.
Professional appraisal of mechanical failure "It's fucked."
Minors "Fucklings."
Morons "Fucktards."
Thanks "Fuck you very much."
Fraud "I was fucked by the McDonalds Drive Through."
Dismay "Oh, fuck it."
Trouble "Well, I guess I'm fucked again."
Aggression "Fuck you!!!"
Disgust "Fuck me!!!"
Confusion, Curiosity or Disbelief "What the fuck....?"
Diffuclty "I don't understand this fucking thing."
Despair "Fucked again."
Good Job "Congratufuckinglations."
Desperation "Fuckityfuckfuckfuck."
Incompetence "He fucks up everything."
Disappointment "This fucking fucker is fucked."
Intelligence "He's a fucking genius."
Dismissal "Why don't you go outside and play hide-and-go-fuck-yourself?"
Displeasure "What the fuck is going on?"
Lost "Where the fuck are we?"
Disbelief "Unbefuckinglievable!!!"
Retaliation "Up your fucking ass!!!"
Laziness "He's just a fuck-off."
Pain "Fuck ! that hurt."
Pleasure "Oooooooh Fuuuuuuck"
Love "Do ya Fuck on first dates?"
Starting a relationship "Let's fuck now!"
Surprise "Fucking hell what was that?"
Admiration "Nice fucking tits!"
Stupid person "Dumbfuck!"
Hate "You Fuck!"
Condemnation "Fuck that shit!"
Disappointment "That's not fucking fair."
A poker hand "A Royal Fuck."
Ignorant person "Fuckstick."
Denial "I didn't fucking do it."
Perplexity "I know fuck all about it."
Apathy "Who gives a fuck."
Confusion "What the fuck just happened?"
Resignation "Oh fuck it."
Suspicion "Who the fuck are you?"
Panic "Let's get the fuck out of here!"
Directions "Fuck off."
Sex "Let's fuck."
Maternal "Motherfucker."
Incestuous "Motherfucker."
Ambiguity "I'm not so fucking sure."
Agreement "Absofuckinglutely."
Questioning Authority "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
Hypocrisy "Don't you dare fucking swear at me you fucking fucker."
Praising the Lord "Jesus Fucking Christ."
I have a headache "Go fuck yourself."
Refusal "Oh you can fuck right off."
Pissed off "Fuck the fucking fuckers!"
Be quiet "Shut the fuck up."
You're right "Fucking oath." (Australianism)
Ostentation "He's just bought a big, fuck-off Mercedes."
Sensuousness "She was wearing a pair of red leather, fuck-me boots."
Confidence "Fuckin' A."
Impressed "That was fucking amazing."
Oral sex after 30 years of marriage "Fuck you!" (while passing each other in the hall)
Apathy "I don't give a fuck."
Bewilderment or Ignorance "Fucked if I know."
Enraged "I'm gonna fuck you up!"
Annoyance "Fuck off, fucker."
Annoyance "For fuck's sake."
Pissed off "Fuck you, you fucking fuck."
Tardiness "It's ten-fucking-thirty already?"
Broken down motorcycle "Sir, the fucking fucker has fucked up on me.
Professional appraisal of mechanical failure "It's fucked."
Minors "Fucklings."
Morons "Fucktards."
Thanks "Fuck you very much."
Conclusion
The mind boggles at the many creative uses of the word. If by any chance you think I've missed any, please fucking let me know.
How can anyone be offended when you say "FUCK"?
Use it frequently in your daily speech, you will be proud and it will add to your fucking prestige and stature.
Why not say "FUCK YOU !" to someone today.
© Original content is Copyright 1992-2005 Justin Sullivan.
08 October, 2006
03 October, 2006
Sven & Pandora
The new acquisition of my household, Pandora and Sven, sleeping together in my bed.Aren't they kawaii?! (^_^)
I've been asked a lot of times, since the beginning of the week, if I am alright. This is my answer to all the people that cared for me enough to ask how I was hangin'. Everyone knows that after relationships end, it's sometimes a bit complicated to get back to our real life, mostly due to the fact that we were accustomed to have the routine along with our significant other. Like every loss in life, there is also a mourning period. Whether it's a loved one that passes away, friends that depart, loves you lose.. I believe there must be a mourning period to all this. Maybe people suffer more because they don't want to process that through their minds. It's easier to slump back and wail in the corners.. No it, isn't. It strengthens your character if you can objectively look back at it, take a breath of relief and say to yourself: "It's over." Now a new period begins and you should start anew as well. Like snakes shed their skin, we also should be able to shed our feelings and emotions after "sensitive" times...
But hey... that's just my opinion.
Melissa Etheridge - Breathe
I played the fool today
I just dream of vanishing into the crowd
Longing for home again
Home, is a feeling I buried in you
I'm alright, I'm alright
It only hurts when I breathe
And I can't ask for things to be still again
No I can't ask if I could walk through the world in your eyes
Longing for home again
Home, is a feeling I buried in you
I'm alright, I'm alright
It only hurts when I breathe
I'm alright, I'm alright
It only hurts when I breathe
My window through which nothing hides
And everything sees
I'm counting the signs and cursing the miles in between
Home
Home, is a feeling I buried in you, that I buried in you
I'm alright, I'm alright
It only hurts when I breathe
I'm alright, I'm alright
It only hurts when I breathe, when I breathe
Yeah, it only hurts when I breathe, when I breathe
Oh, it only hurts when I breathe
But hey... that's just my opinion.
I played the fool today
I just dream of vanishing into the crowd
Longing for home again
Home, is a feeling I buried in you
I'm alright, I'm alright
It only hurts when I breathe
And I can't ask for things to be still again
No I can't ask if I could walk through the world in your eyes
Longing for home again
Home, is a feeling I buried in you
I'm alright, I'm alright
It only hurts when I breathe
I'm alright, I'm alright
It only hurts when I breathe
My window through which nothing hides
And everything sees
I'm counting the signs and cursing the miles in between
Home
Home, is a feeling I buried in you, that I buried in you
I'm alright, I'm alright
It only hurts when I breathe
I'm alright, I'm alright
It only hurts when I breathe, when I breathe
Yeah, it only hurts when I breathe, when I breathe
Oh, it only hurts when I breathe
23 September, 2006
I am afraid
I am afraid of being broke.
I am afraid of gaining weight.
I am afraid of liars.
I am afraid of that people do not like me.
I am afraid of losing control.
I am afraid of distance.
I am afraid of success.
I am afraid of failure.
I am afraid of that I will run out of creativity and imagination.
I am afraid of aging.
I am afraid of war.
I am afraid of technology.
I am afraid of people.
I am afraid of light.
I am afraid of darkness.
I am afraid of open areas.
I am afraid of strangers.
I am afraid of not being able to learn new things.
I am afraid of falling in love with the wrong person.
I am afraid of falling in love with the person who does not love me.
I am afraid that no one would love me no more.
I am afraid of marriage.
I am afraid of marrying the wrong person.
I am afraid that no one would marry me after all.
I am afraid of getting pregnant.
I am afraid of not being able to accomplish what I planned to accomplish.
I am afraid of my monthly bank statement.
I am afraid of regrets.
I am afraid of responsabilities.
I am afraid of changes.
I am afraid of clever people.
I am afraid of dumb people.
I am afraid of noises.
I am afraid of silence.
I am afraid of the future.
I am afraid of the past repeating itself.
I am afraid of politics.
I am afraid of getting lost.
I am afraid of saying goodbye.
I am afraid of wasting my time.
I am afraid of plane crashes.
I am afraid of extreme depression.
I am afraid of confronting with my weaknesses.
I am afraid of meaningless conversations.
I am afraid of being alone.
I am afraid of not being able to understand people.
I am afraid of not being understood.
I am afraid of being misunderstood.
I am afraid of being betrayed.
I am afraid of being turned down.
I am afraid of returned mail.
I am afraid of people’s expectations.
I am afraid of hoping.
I am afraid of waiting.
I am afraid when things don’t turn out the way I expected them to be.
I am afraid of myself.
I am afraid of being forgotten.
I am afraid of being afraid.
Just something to think about...
21 September, 2006
1000 visitors
I mean, wow...
It has been along way now and I think that The Kiss Of The Valkyrie has grown a lot, not to mention myself. 1000 visitors in 5 months really exceeded my expectations! Of course I am doing a rough statistic and I'm adding another 1000 and say that since I'm on the blogging world, nearly 2000 people have visited (yes, they are not listed because I only put the counter in April 2006)
That is... a lot :)
I am trully happy and I hope to keep The Kiss Of The Valkyrie alive and kickin'!
Many thanks to all of you who came here.
x x x
It has been along way now and I think that The Kiss Of The Valkyrie has grown a lot, not to mention myself. 1000 visitors in 5 months really exceeded my expectations! Of course I am doing a rough statistic and I'm adding another 1000 and say that since I'm on the blogging world, nearly 2000 people have visited (yes, they are not listed because I only put the counter in April 2006)
That is... a lot :)
I am trully happy and I hope to keep The Kiss Of The Valkyrie alive and kickin'!
Many thanks to all of you who came here.
x x x
20 September, 2006
Your House
I went to your house
Walked up the stairs
Opened your door without ringing the bell
Walked down the hall
Into your room where I could smell you
And I shouldn't be here
Without permission
Shouldn't be here...
Would you forgive me love if I dance in your shower?
Would you forgive me love if I laid in your bed?
Would you forgive me love if I stay all afternoon?
I took off my clothes
Put on your robe
Went through your drawers
And I found your cologne
Went down do the den
Found your CD’s
And I played your Joni
And I shouldn't stay long
You might be home soon
Shouldn't stay long...
Would you forgive me love if I danced in your shower
Would you forgive me love if I laid in your bed?
Would you forgive me love if I stay all afternoon?
I burned your incense
I ran a bath
I noticed a letter that sat on your desk
It said:
"Hello love.
I love you so, love.
Meet me at midnight."
And no, it wasn't my writing
I'd better go soon
It wasn't my writing
So forgive me love if I cry in your shower
So forgive me love for the salt in your bed
So forgive me love if I cry all afternoon
..__..
I...
It's hard to cope with contradictory feelings.
School started and it's not gonna be easy. At least I have found a place to move, but I still have to take my stuff out of her place.
Should I go there when she's not in and that's too bitchy or should I go when she is and it will be way awkward? I'll think of it later...
Never, ever let an ex have the key to your house. It's kinda the key to your heart. After all the battles, it still is enemy territory.
It's oh so late and I don't feel tired, I want to sleep but I can't seem to do it. I have to wake up early in the morning.
The bed is wailing, the sheets are astray, the pillow mourns...
13 September, 2006
Protect Darfur! Put your blue helmet in the map!! / Protejam Darfur! Coloquem o vosso capacete azul no mapa!!
Thousands of people in Darfur (Western Sudan) are still being killed, raped and displaced from their homes, despite the signing of a peace agreement on 5 may 2006.
Send UN peacekeepers now!
The UN says around 23,000 peacekeepers are neede to protect the civilians and implement the peace agreement - we say they are needed NOW!
Add your blue helmet!
Sign our petition to send a UN peacekeeping force to Darfur NOW. We want 23,000 signatures for 23,000 peacekeepers. Add your blue helmet to our virtual peacekeeping map.
Go to: http://www.amnesty.org/protectdarfur.
..__..
Ponha o seu capacete azul no mapa!
Proteja o povo de Darfur. Colabore!
Centenas de pessoas em Darfur (oeste do Sudão) continuam a ser torturadas, violadas e obrigadas a sairem das suas próprias casas, apesar do acordo de paz de 5 de Maio de 2006.
As Nações Unidas consideram ser preciso cerca de 23.000 capacetes azuis para protegerem os civis e zelarem pelo cumprimento do acordo de paz. A AI exige a presença das forças de manutenção de paz, AGORA!
Junte-se a nós e «envie-nos» um capacete azul!
Participe nesta petição, envie-nos de imediato a sua assinatura, para que as forças de manutenção de paz da ONU se estabeleçam em Darfur AGORA!
Precisamos de 23.000 assinaturas para os 23.000 soldados de manutenção de paz. Junte o seu capacete azul para construírmos um mapa virtual.
Não deixe passar esta oportunidade! Dê-nos o seu contributo. O Povo de Darfur Precisa de si!
Vá a http://www.amnesty.org/protectdarfur.
Change in weather, change of heart
It's raining outside. I was in my room laying on bed, putting some words together, trying to make some sense out of them. I have new beautiful songs to hear today, but I am not smiling. In a whim, I got out of bed and got dressed.
"Are you going somewhere?" I hear.
"No."
"But.." I closed the door behind me. The rain is pouring heavier than I expected. I have no more strength to walk away.
I stood there, letting the rain soak me. In the middle of all that, I feel my face is warmer and I'm sure it isn't the rain because the rain isn't warm and salty. If you saw me standing there would you know I was crying?
You come outside as well and you see me kneeling on the ground. You say what's the matter with you?!
I can't hear you. I see your lips moving but I can hear no sound. My sobbing speaks louder than your pleads.
"Let's go!"
"NO! Leave me alone.." I look away and stare at you like a wounded animal.
Against all expectations, you embrace me and we stay under the rain. Not a word was uttered. Only muffled sobbing and comforting whispers and heavy rain fill the grey atmosphere.
As if the earth would crumble upon our feet, guardedly we got back inside.
The silence is a constant.
I am not angry anymore. And I don't feel like crying either. Today I have experienced quite a lot of intense feelings inside me and I've reached a conclusion: It was a turning point.
"Thank you." I sincerely said, showing a feeble hint of a smile as an apology.
The smile I was shown could lighten up a thousand rooms but more important...
It lightened up my heart.
11 September, 2006
Finito Est
When things start to go bad for me, they usually go bad all the way..
It's over. Another cycle has ended. I tried to deny it for some time now, but I guess I saw it coming crystal clear.
I am not going to mourn it, it wasn't even painful to hear or see or feel.
It wasn't painful now. It will be later when I realize it.
"Lovers may come and go, but friends stay forever. I want to be your friend. Please..."
It was the last line I heard. Not a single tear escaped my eyes. An answer was long awaited.
The silence was overwhelming. No, I'm not one to make a drama of such things, I've learned to accept Fate and all its twists and turns. I respect it and so, I quietly and humbly resign to myself. It's not my turn to be happy, Not yet.
"Alright." It escaped my lips in the form of a sigh. I felt somehow relieved too.
I felt a warm embrace around me and tear-streaked cheeks press against mine.
"Thank you." The hands caressed my face like so many times before. The eyes, looked sad and thankful at the same time. I wiped some of the tears with my fingers. It was strange.
"I should go now." Despite looking apparently calm, my inner self boiled for an escape.
"Yes..." The soft lips pressed mine as a farewell gift, but I couldn't take long. The kiss was deep but what emotion was left now?
None. I kissed back gently and smiled feebly. "Take care." I left.
I don't want to talk 'bout it, period. From here, no more words shall escape my mouth. In fact, I am trully much looking forward to forget it happened.
I should leave. This place, this city.. I am tired of Lisbon. I want peace. I want a new life. I want MY house by the sea. I want a new heart...
Is it going to be like this forever? The constant running away? If love keeps running out on me should I chase it? Where?
No one knows. But it hurts me a little when I see people happy and in love. I don't envy them. I... I just... I want to feel that too.
And yes, I still believe love is a two-way bridge. The fairytale kind, the one that makes you get butterflies in your belly, the one you know you want to spend the rest of your life with... What point is there in loving someone who doesn't love you back? Just a waste of energy. However... I also believe that love can be a one-way road. When you know the one you love will never love you back the same way, you don't try anymore, you don't stall and let everyone follow their path in life. "Your happiness is my happiness." Some one said someday, maybe I saw it in a movie or so.. True.. but I never said that it was a burden easy to bear, did I?
10 September, 2006
06 September, 2006
My horoscope for Wednesday 6, September 2006
Aquarius (Jan 20 - Feb 18)
Your life could look sweet and easy from the outside, but you are struggling between keeping your strongest feelings to yourself and just revealing everything. It's hard to rely on your intuition, for your hunches just don't seem to fit. You know that your feelings are right and you want to trust them, but your current situation may not give you the opportunity to choose. Don't get concerned if you cannot make the changes now. Your time will come.
My Tarot Card for Today
The Hanged Man
May your sacrifices be meaningful.
Number for Today: 3
A recent conflict may be resolved today. It's a wonderful day for intelligent discussions and the sharing of ideas. You may recognize beauty in life that you'd previously ignored, and harmony reigns supreme. All seems right in your world.
