SHUT IT

Nothing to say?
BETTER SAY NOTHING AT ALL,THEN!!



Nada para dizer??
E' MELHOR,ENTAO,NAO DIZER NADA!!

AYO SILVER, AWAY

The problem with cute and nice people is that they always seem so delightful to talk to.The thing is that more often than not, if a mistake is made whilst expressing yourself they all jump on the bandwagon to bury you...
AND YOU ALWAYS END UP LOOKING LIKE A PROPER ASS!



O problema com as pessoas queridas e simpaticas e' que parecem-te sempre afaveis de se dar com.A coisa e' , que mais vezes do que poder-se-ia pensar, se cometemos a gaffe de nos expressarmos, sao as primeiras a nos cair em cima.
E ACABAMOS PARECENDO BURROS

GLOBAL WARMING!!??!!

I used to like white.
I thought i made me look distinct.Funny how things are perceived with age.
Gravity seems to be afecting me and i am skinny as hell.Or could it just be because of this blasted treatment?It might be taking its toll on me.
Then again it might just be Peter Pan's complex.
Whatever...i just dont like white anymore.
Neither on my hair nor in October.
IT'S FREZZING OUT THERE.

SPLASH...

It's easy for me to get excited.
Two days at home, a "i'm sick and tired of your lack of faith" e-mail sent, 2 salmon steaks with patatas bravas for dinner , 2 hours watching stand up comedy and a lovely bubble bath.
IS THERE SOMETHING BETTER?
BATH TUB, HERE I GO!!!

Baby, it's cold outside...

This friend of mine, this friend has a problem.
They're out there and fighting about wants and promises, about plans and comfort zones, about life's near misses when it has just begun for them.
The alfa hypnotises the omega and the yang mesmerises the ying and still there is turmoil.May it come upon the fact that the struggle is more of a selfish nature than one that can be justified by bits and bobs of the last two years?
These friends of mine...
I wish them well.But i sit back and watch...
You see...i too have crossed that swamp.I too have swam in those murky waters.Advice seems to be the only thing in the world that is for free.It seldom,though, well received.
So i stand aside and observe.
I might learn something from them.
After all, if you have read my thoughts before, you have known that i have failed miserably in the matters of heart.
MALICE ASIDE, I WILL BE LOOKING AT THEIR EXAMPLE CLOSELY.
HOPEFULLY THEY'LL FAIR MUCH BETTER THAN ME.
After all, it's cold outside...what you really want is a warm ginger bread house!
But compromise must be reached.Nothing is all candy.

THE WHEELS ON THE BUS...

My friend's buying a new car.
It's not so "much buying a new car" as it is JUST bought a car.
I worry, thought.The way he's so persuassive, next thing you now it everybody's doing the same.
Wouldn't be surprised that even the buses go back in time.
I have a gift.People believe me.
This guy is something else.
HE'S A MERMAN.
AND EVERYBODY'S UNDER HIS SPELL.



O meu amigo comprou um carro novo.Nao e' tanto um carro novo como uma nova compra.
O que me preocupa e' que ele desncatou essa reliquia de um passado muito distante e que o seus poderes de persuasao sao de tal forma intensos que nao me admira que a malta lhe siga o exemplo e ate' os autocarros retornam ao que eram.
Eu tenho o dom de fazer as pessoas acreditarem em mim.
Este rapaz e' qualquer coisa por demais.
ELE E' UM SEREIO.
E TEM TODA A GENTE SOB O SEU EFEITO.

Cold night,tonight

This year has been messed up...

Ah...the sound of silence

There's nothing left to say...
No more calls, no more pacience to do so.
No more will...

A little less conversation...

It seems it's all that surrounds me.
CAN I HAVE A BREAK,PLEASE!










Tudo o que me rodeia parece condenado.
A idiotice e a preguica parece que rege a existencia.
Tirem-me deste filme...PLEASE

Temptation

It's everywhere.Whether it is dodging a fare, pretending not to notice something or even dial a number.
It has been my philosophy for the last two years to really stick to the ethics to witch i have been brought up to.
The problem is, that although temptation is there i don't act on it but i feel miserable for feeling great to not do so, act on it as it were.
What a conundrum...
I NEED A BIT MORE EXPERIENCE.
WILL KEEP YOU POSTED.

HEARTBREAKER

I should've know it by now.Flip your eyelashes, feed me one or two hopes and you see me groveling all over you.
It has been almost a year, but i still fall for that...
What the hell is wrong with me?
I guess that it's back to celibacy with me.
I have got to remember that...
THEY DO NOT EXIST AS I IMAGINE THEM!





Ja devia saber.Basta pestanejarem, alimentarem-me uma ou duas esperancas e eu rastejo por elas.
Que diabos se passa comigo.Nem tentando durante quase um ano, eu aprendi.
Porra...
DE VOLTA AO CELIBATO.
A mensagem tem de entrar na cabeca.

TWAS A LOVELY DAY TODAY

I've nothing to fear in this city...
and i wont disappear in this city...

CRAZY FOR YOU

HOW DO YOU STILL NOT GET IT?

IT IS AND HAS ALWAYS BEEN ABOUT YOU.

Proper

But...Should i bleach them?

SAY CHEESEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeee

Got to go...dentist is waiting for me with her new tools...
A good nights sleep today, will help the medicine go down ,tomorrow!

And i'll be all shiny again.
WHAT CAN MONEY NOT BUY?

IN MEMORIUM (of one Danny James)

It's difficult to understand what it is to lose your faculties and , specially, be very much aware of it.Say, waking up in the morning and realising you are paralysed and you will never walk again, be able to control your physiological needs or in fact realise that you DO have them.Would that be grounds enough to cease existence?
Can anything justify it?
(A well-frog cannot imagine the ocean,nor can a summer insect conceive of ice.)

Then again...is it existence to just be?
Do i serve a real purpose? How is that i get to suffer in order to please somone i do not know as to be real?Faith is something that the human race lose and find at anygiven hour in the day...In that sense i should i let my shelf existe if that is all that i am?i do not comtemplate life...i live it.So...carcass doesn't work for all...

This is a tuff one and i don't envy the ones that have to take th decisions about it.
I, never the less, respect peoples pain.
Those who leave...well we don't know if they suffer.Those who stay, will.

It's all too confusing for me.
Kill the frog but don't eat its croaks.
Let him have had a voice

Euston...we've got a problem

It crossed my mind that i've might have been not able to say my last goodbyes, to bid my final farewells.
And all because of food poisoning.
It's not that the restaurant food's bad, there just some chefs that aren't even cooks.
BUT THAT'S HOW LIFE'S BUILD UP TO BE!

Thank goodness for the kindness of strangers in London

Credit or debit?

Damn stupid credit crunch that leaves my hands all tied up for the foreseeable future.
I mean, it doesn't really pay to get out of the place that i work at, regardless of the comical and farcical management that runs the outlet, leaving all behind like a secured place, a holding on the company's shares and a quite an attractive salary just for the sake of my mental health.I'm still young, i can endure a few more years of self-imposed pandemonium.
CAN'T I?
WELL...
CAN'T I??

Maldita crise que me obriga a compassar os meus movimentos e as minhas decisoes em prol da seguranca e estabilidade ,que esta tragicomedia a que chamo emprego,me oferece.
Afinal bem vistas as coisas, sendo novo ainda posso sacrificar a minha sanidade mental presente em face das parcas accoes que detenho junto a esta empresa, o competitivo salario e o facto que e', por vezes, o meu supermercado pessoal.
So' tenho de aumentar a dose dos comprimidos.
Certo???

TURN OF THE LEAF

Walking home?
Ain't no biggie.As a matter of fact i enjoy it.
As much as i try it , thought, i can't seem to pass on the motivation to anyone else.
ha...sod it.
MORE FOR ME

Always Coca-Cola

There are some things in life that we'll known as always present...
WHAT A RELIEF THAT IS



Ha' coisas na vida que sabemos sempre presentes...
POR ESSA CONSTANCIA, SO' POSSO ESTAR ALIVIADO

R.I.P.

My back hurts, my feet stink, my head pounds, my body's streched to the limit.
Never mind.
TOMORRROW'S MONDAY AND I COULDN'T BE HAPPIER

Opportunity to be nice...LOST

And i now know that i can be assertive with what i want.I figured out that i have always been listen to and that people took up my advice.
Some will think that i have a place reserved for me in hell, because of what i can do.
The problem is...
I'M TOOTHLESS UNTIL THE 20th.
This sucks.I cannot smile...

Bledding love

A new and profound respect for people.
I would love to meet Leona Lewis...Don't get me wrong her music doesn't do it for me but what she did by refusing £1.000.000.00 was to show the world that there are those who are here for the enlightenment throughout the journey.
I know she is in a place that she can always refuse it but money is money, isn't?
And still she says NO TO HARRODS because they trade animal furs.
Definitely a person which morals cannot be corrupted and compromise is not on her agenda.As a matter of fact, she doesn't seem to have an agenda.
MONEY, IT SEAMS, IS OVER RATED!

Ain't no thing, a''ight?

They say it ill break your back, i'll hurt you posture, it doesn't do anything for you.
Well, since when was gratification free of charge?
GOT TO LOOK GOOD TO BE GOOD!
Don't allow anyone to lock you up

SOUND OF SILENCE

It's incredible how a mention to one thing makes us forever aware of that.Often, it's a negative occurrence.
Take my neighbour for instance...I never used to pay any attention to him.Then, this girl that i really like(d) woken me up to the fact that as good as a guitar player he his, a fandango through a 8inches all is a monocordic boring sound.And then it messes up with my head.
What to do?Can't go back in time and tell to shut up...If anything i would go back and tell her that i was crazy about her.
AND THAT I,KNOW, DISLIKE GUITARS!

NOT ME

The wheels on the bus go round and round...

Can't i go and travel to a different time and place without being seen as what i was before?
See, don't touch.
Touch, don't taste.
Taste, don't swallow.
Swallow, don't enjoy it.

I was better off before.I could go every where and nothing was old.
Got to go back there,then.

Something's missing

And i dont know what it is...

End of the week

No more streching for a few days.

Finally!!

Anarchy were?????

Selling out to the man...

Don't we all, in a way or another, end up doing so?
That's the beauty, thought...
HE WON'T SEE IT COMING; and at least i'll enjoy those precious moments of surprise.

pressure cooker

The sound came from the kitchen but nobody's there.
There are cranking noises and the floor's made of cement.Next thing i'll be hearing chains being dragged.
I just ain't fair.I have penitence myself by now i should think.And i am not as in love of myself as i used to be.There is room for improvement but also there is room for something else there.Tired of hearing ghostly noises.
A nice dosage of pleasantry and noises would be highly appreciated.
I'M TIRED OF GHOSTLY NOISES

THE LAST TIME WE'VE TALKED...

Can you guess what i've been doing since then?

Uplifiting

The news went :
"I BIT BULLET AND LIVED"
A couple survived being shot at point-blank range when the bullet ricocheted off the wife's cheek and hit her husband's false tooth...


WHY??



A noticia lia :
"Eu mordi uma bala e vivi para contar a historia"
Um casal sobriviveu um ataque 'a queima-roupa quando a bala ricocheteou na bochecha da esposa e bateu no dente falso do marido...

PORQUE???