EW!

OMG.

Could this be an example of full-body plastic surgery gone bad?

[If you don't recognize this ho, you deserve to have a whole new religion about you!]

Paris Hilton is cunning!

"I'll pick out two outfits, one which is disgusting and one nice and I'll ask my 'friend' what they think. If they go for the revolting one, I cut them out of my life."

Pairs Hilton on how she weeds out her friends.

[And everybody says she's stupid! I mean.. That's ubersmart!

Paris: 1 - World: ZERO]

:P

É tudo uma questão de perspectiva!

Para quem não foi capaz de reconhecer logo à primeira, este belo pedaço de betão pertence nada mais nada menos do que ao arco da nossa bela Ponte da Arrábida - visto de baixo, do lado do Porto.

Só depois de ter tirado esta foto é que me apercebi, ao vê-la no ecrã LCD da máquina fotográfica, que desta perspectiva o arco da ponte mais parece uma tanga rendada.

OMG. I mean.. OMG!

É tudo uma questão de perspectiva!

Bike ride

Maybe our mistakes are what makes our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives?

Perhaps, if we never veered off course, we wouldn't fall in love or have babies.. or be who we are.

After all, people change, so do relationships. People come into your life, and people go.. But it's comforting to know that those you love are always in your heart.

And if youre lucky, a bike ride away! ;)

Perfection

I still don't know where else could I find such a heavenly sight, without having to step away from civilization. I mean, this place is fantastic! And only 5min away from a nice shopping centre and classy coffee-shops!

This is what I love in this town, we have it all, we have it around, and we don't even bother to realise that we're so fucking lucky. I also love the moments in which I realise this. I love Porto. I'll never trully leave. I think my heart is forever here, despite what may come in the future, that might push my body in another direction. My heart shall always remain.

AMO.TE PORTO, FDX! (How kitsch of me.. :o)

[A carrot for those who can identify THE pun. :P]

Um eco de Sophia..

Hoje andei pelo Jardim Botânico, que para quem não sabe, é a antiga morada da nossa poetisa e escritora intemporal Sophia de Mello Breyner. Foi dentro destas paredes, e por estes jardins fora, que Sophia cresceu e respirou.. Falou, jantou, dormiu, sonhou..

É estranho, o que agora é um simples e obsoleto, e bem mal tratado, laboratório de botânica da Faculdade de Ciências da Universidade do Porto, foi em tempos o bastião de uma das famílias mais influentes da nossa cidade, a familia Andresen. Ainda hoje se podem ver os monogramas da família em todas as portas, colunas, janelas, átrios.. Um pouco exagerado, mas os tempos eram outros, e a ostentação não era ostentação, era o mínimo que se podia esperar de uma família que definia os limites que as outras podiam percorrer.

Ao passar por estes corredores, ao subir estas escadas, ao passear por estes jardins, agora um pouco ao abandono e de momento esventrados pelas escavadoras que lá irão colocar um novo sistema de rega, não posso deixar de sentir uma enorme nostalgia e uma profunda tristeza. Sophia.. Uma criança, uma pequena Princesa, a correr por estes jardins, no Século passado, que agora não passam de um mal tratado parque público.. Que terá acontecido à família Andresen?

Sei que eles andam por aí, mas tornaram-se banais, pessoas comuns, que se distribuem entre as profissões clínicas ou ligadas à lei e à justiça.. Uns à arquitectura.. Outros degeneraram e transformaram-se em figuras superficiais e pintadas a aguarela barata do jet set portugês, se é que isso existe.

Sophia foi com certeza a última Princesa do Porto. Tenho pena de não a ter conhecido nos seus tempos de criança, herdeira de uma família centenária e aristrocrata.. Ou até nos seus últimos dias. Tenho pena de não a ter conhecido de todo. Com certeza teríamos uma boa conversa, com chá e torradas a acompanhar, no seu palacete na Granja, que nada fica a dever a este bastião portuense da sua família - isto sem contar com os jardins, como é óbvio.

Agora, tudo o que resta neste átrio, neste Palacete, nestes jardins.. É um eco de Sophia.

Meaningfull song #1

It's not so easy loving me
It gets so complicated
All the things you gotta be
Everything's changing
But you're the truth
I'm amazed by all your patience
Everything I put you through

When I'm about to fall
Somehow you're always waiting with
Your open arms to catch me
You're gonna save me from myself
From myself, yes
You're gonna save me from myself

My love is tainted by your touch
Well, some guys have shown me aces
But you've got that royal flush
I know it's crazy everyday
Well, tomorrow may be shaky
But you never turn away

Don't ask me why I'm crying
'Cause when I start to crumble
You know how to keep me smiling
You always save me from myself
From myself, myself
You're gonna save me from myself

I know it's hard, it's hard
But you've broken all my walls
You've been my strength, so strong

And don't ask me why I love you
It's obvious your tenderness
Is what I need to make me
A better person to myself
To myself, myself
You're gonna save me from myself..
Myself

Trying hard[er than we should?]

Yeah, last time I left the blog and never came back to finnish what I started. Well, it's been busy ever since, and even the moments in which I had absolutely nothing to do.. Well, I couldn't even spare those to come here and write my thoughts away. Anyway, I'm here now so let's get a move on!

I was thinking about trying hard. Trying hard, when you meet someone and you try to take things a little bit further, you know, getting to know him/her a little bit better.

And then you always come across some less-interesting characteristics of that other person.. and 90% of the time, if not 100%, we cope with it and we try our best to change them, or to ignore them and look at the bright side only. We try to make them change their way and be more.. well, be more tuned with what we need and wish for. Or we just ignore the damn flaw, or flaws (in which case you would need to be a saint to put up with, if you ask me), and we move on trying to not give it too much thought.

Why should we?

Why in hell do we cope? Do we give in? Why do we quit ourselves, we drop our habits and our way to be, in order to please and try to be accepted, and to accept? Why do we cope with other people's problems and flaws just so we can try to change them, or have someone by our side?

Why do we always consider those people who don't cope, who do walk away on others, who ignore, to be pricks and self-centered bitches?

Probably all they suffer from is having high standards! And I'm not sure that's even a bad thing.

Well, so much for my thought of the day..

Soon I'll be posting a song. I haven't posted one so far, and like everyone else who has one of these blogs, I think I'm entitled to having a cheesy song with meaninglful lyrics on my blog.

MY blog.

Yeah!

Complications..

Forget all I said I would write about Portugal, what I like and dislike here..

There's no point.

You can find tons of those posts on the internet, so I'll just skip that and go straight to the juicy part in which I bad-mouth people. So much fun!

I've been on the Internet for a while now.. and by that I mean that I've been using it, for research and chatting purposes, since 1998, or something. And since then I've come to know lots of people, and I can say that we can only meet a few groups here.
Even if we meet 1000 people, at most we know only 5 or 6 different groups in which we can all drop those people and leave them neatly packed and stored according to their look, personality, style, language skills, ape-ish abilities.. you know.. how that person really IS.

[I know, there are a few posts online on this matter as well, but I've always wanted to write one of my own.]

Oops, seems like I have to go out now. I'll finnish this later. :d

Segundo..

Pois é.. Andei uns dias a tentar decidir qual seria o meu segundo post. Como toda a gente sabe, o primeiro post é sempre aquela treta da apresentação e tal.. mas o SEGUNDO post é que é "da shit". Vai definir o blog daí para a frente, ou pelo menos o estilo em que é escrito. Já passaram dois dias e a minha suposta convicção de escrever pelo menos um post por dia já foi de vela.. :\

E ainda não decidi o que quero fazer deste blog.. Mas quero ter um blog! Todos os meus amigos e inimigos têm um. Eu não posso atrever-me a ficar atrás, até porque dá jeito podermos mandar pastar os nossos namorados via blog, (tão fashion e moderno), criticar pessoas sem elas saberem ou se aperceberem disso (the second part being my favourite, obviously) .. Podemos fazer tanta coisa com um simples blog! O difícil é decidir.

[For those who were expecting a blog written in english, I am sorry but that won't be happening here. This is an Universal Blog - lol - and I shall write in it in what language pleases me. So, hush!]

Either way.. Acho que vou postar por cá, hoje, algumas das razões que me fazem gostar de Portugal e principalmente da minha cidade, e outras que me fazem querer deixar tudo pra trás (sim, nem fazia as malas..) e partir logo para outro Sistema Solar. :|

Ainda não decidi se hei-de fazer publicidade ao blog, ou seja, tornar-me naquelas pessoas que põem o endereço do blog subtilmente na personal message do MSN e depois perguntam ao pessoal: "Já foste ver o meu blog? Comenta sff."

SO SAD!

Por outro lado.. Não queria ficar sem leitores. What's the point then? Writting these fabulous things for no one to read? It's such a waste of time and creativity.. On the other hand, I shouldn't bother..

Não sei. Enfim..

FIRST

NO, I won't make this post one of those in which you introduce yourself in a silly way, like: "Hi! I'm X, I'm Y years old. I'm not very good at describing myself, but my friends usually say I'm [...]". I'll just crash here like an UFO and start typing away!

Fortunately, if you're smart enough you'll soon know all about me only by reading my stuff. Without me having to say it clearly. It's so much fun! :P [There's another way, but it's not like I'm going to tell..]

Anyway.. I guess this is it. I'm running out of brainless words for the day, and the first post is always crap, so I need to be done with it. Before I master this blog scene this whole thing will look a bit amateurish.. But I'm sure improvements won't take long to appear.

Enjoy and please stick around!. ;)