Random Thoughts

Long time no post

2010-10-29T20:57:00.003Z

I must confess that I have betrayed blogger for tumblr... still I miss my random post.

I came back to read one particular favorite of mine and decided that I am, without a doubt, a dork.

Well... can I do? I am what I am. And that is.... a dork.

2009-12-10T15:32:00.001Z

"I cry because others are stupid and it makes me sad" - Sheldon Cooper in The Big Bang Theory

Definição de "Ciência" (também conhecido por "Olha! Um post!")

2009-12-05T01:53:00.004Z

Ciência : Estudo estatístico das coisas

Oh! Look a post!

2009-07-16T21:36:00.002Z

So... I'm sad. You know I take tv series too fucking serious, but pleaaaase. It is sad. Really really sad. Oh you have no idea what I'm talking about, right, I forgot about that.

If you watch Grey's Anatomy and haven't seen the season 5 finale, stop reading NOW or be spoiled. You've been warned.

I like Georgie. I have always liked Georgie, specially calling him Georgie. When he signed in the army, I was sad. But well, it was heroic and noble and George all over. And then in the last episode he "disappeared" and I didn't even notice (too much happening!) and then Meredith says "0 0... 0 0 7?!" And my heart just went puff, I think I realised who he was before she did. And I was sad, and I'm really sad. I already knew the actor wanted out, but fuck, there are better ways. Burke left and didn't die, Hahn left and didn't die, Addison left and didn't die, and God know I only liked Addison out of this 3. But Georgie! Georgie had to die. So not fair. "At least he died a heroic death" is not as conforting as I wish. And they talked about him all day and he was nowhere and I didn't notice and I knew something was wrong with the John Doe (who was Georgie) but didn't know what. Fuck, I'm taking this far too serious, but fuck, I'm sad, I really liked George and the reason he died and the thing the girl told about how he smiled at her and how they talked if they would risk themselves for a stranger (which HE did! And I did find awesome that he signed in to be an army surgeon) only made me love him more. And now he's dead and I'm sad. Bullocks.

/end rant

Movie Magic

2009-01-25T23:32:00.002Z

There's nothing like the movies to get me in the mood again.
It's amazing how, by pulling me off reality, it can make me face it and get things in proportion.
It doesn't even need to be an outstanding movie, just a fun one. Not funny, fun! But funny is okay too. =)

Oh I saw The Dark Knight again the other day. AWEEE-SOME! I just adore that movie, Heath better win that oscar or ... whatever.

Dancing

2008-11-01T19:41:00.004Z

There is something about dancing that is extremely cathartic and liberating.

The funny part is that there is a direct corelation between the amount of clothes I'm wearing and the fun of the experience. I mean, the less I'm wearing, the more liberating it feels. That's why I have so much fun in the bathroom. XD

The other fun part is that I hate house music and what people call "dance" music. I like to dance to Rock n Roll, baby! I mean, I never have as much fun as when Slash is playing and Axl is singing and I just go "WOOOOHOOOO". It's awesome. That is also why I only do it in the privacy of my bathroom. And sometimes in the kicthen (is never as much fun,due to the previous fun factor I mentioned).

I love to dance. I do. I just hate "dance" music. Yes, I said it, but I'm just making my point. Dancing is fun, is liberating. Cathartic, I believe that's the term. It makes all your problems seem so far away. XD And it makes you feel good.
See I don't know if I'm a good dancer, but I don't really care about that when I'm dancing to good music. I just feel so good, so sexy, so everything I'm always I sure I'm not. And I don't care if people around me think I'm crazy or drunk or whatever. It's incredible.

And then there's Guns. I can dance to pratically anything. But I specially like to dance to Guns n' Roses. And everytime I hear G 'N' R I remember why I love them. It's better than alcohol or chocolat. Slash and Axl in the morning put a smile on my face right away and truly helps me trough the day.
And dancing to them? Well, that, for me is beyond words.

So, now you know why I take so long in the bathroom.

Completed!

2008-08-28T22:40:00.005Z

This is what I do when I'm either bored or in need of distracting myself, of simply detaching myself from everything else. I'm weird, I know.

5bands:
1. Guns n' Roses
2. The Offspring
3. Red Hot Chilli Peppers
4. Blink 182
5. Fall Out Boy

5songs from each:
Guns: Sweet Child O' Mine, November Rain, Patience, Rocket Queen, Welcome to the Jungle
Offspring: The kids aren't alright,Gone away, Gotta get away, Million Miles away, Race against myself
RHCP: Californication, By the Way, Under the Bridge, Midnight, Dani California
B182: Stay together for the kids, Adam Song, Rollercoaster, What's my age again, Give me one good reason
FOB: Sugar we're going down swinging, Dance Dance, Thnks fr th mmrs, Don't you know who I think I am?, Bang the doldrums

5singers:
1. Axl Rose(Guns)
2. Dexter Holland(Offspring)
3. Bob Dylan
4. Patrick Stump(FOB)
5. Anthony Kiedis(RHCP)

5bassists:
1. Flea (RHCP)
2. Duff McKagan(ex-Guns)
3. Mark Hopkus(B182)
4. Mike Dirnt(Green day)
5. Pete Wentz(FOB)

5guitarrists:
1. Kirk Hammet(Metallica)
2. Slash(ex-Guns)
3. Steve Vai
4. Jonh Frusciante (RHCP)
5. Noodles(Offspring)

5Drummers:
1. Chad Smith (RHCP)
2. Travis(B182)
3. Matt Sorum(ex-Guns)
4. Lars Ulrich (Metallica)
5. Tré Cool (Green Day)

5Instruments:
1. Trumpet
2. Piano
3. Bass
4. Portuguese Guitar
5.Violin

5Musicians:
Trumpet: David Enhco
Piano: Herbie Hancock
Bass: Dave Holland
PGuitar: Carlos Paredes
Violin: Didier Lockwood

5Albuns:
1. Appetite for destruction (Guns)
2. Ixnay on the Hombre(Offspring)
3. Infinity on High (FOB)
4. Take off your pants and jacket (B182)
5. By the Way (RHCP)

5Movies:
1. The Dark Knight
2. Riders of the Lost Ark
3. Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl
4. The Nightmare before Christmas
5. Le Fabuleux Destin d’Amélie Poulain

5Actors:
1. Johnny Depp
2. Heath Ledger
3. Robert DeNiro
4. Marlon Brandon
5. Paul Newman

5Actresses:
1. Cate Blanchett
2. Keira Knightley
3. Maggie Gyleenhall
4. Nicole Kidman
5. Natalie Portman

5Books:
1. Anansi Boys (Neil Gaiman)
2. Murder on the Orient Express(Agatha Christie)
3. American Gods(Neil Gaiman)
4. The God Delusion (Richard Dawkins)
5. Harry Potter and The Goblet Fire (JK Rowling)

5Authors:
1. Agatha Christie
2. Neil Gaiman
3. Arthur Conan Doyle
4. Edgar Allen Poe
5. Terry Pratchett

Bonus!!!!
5 Comic book heroes:
1. The Sandman (Vertigo)
2. Jonh Constantine(Vertigo)
3. Spider Man(Marvel)
4. Gambit(Marvel)
5. Human Torch(Marvel)

5 Comic book Villains:
1. Joker (DC)
2. Two Face (DC)
3. Poison Ivy (DC)
4. The Riddler (DC)
5. Venom (Marvel)

Complete:

2008-08-28T21:28:00.009Z

Given some confusion with the first answerer, I'm going to state one rule: "You don't have to complete all 5 or all groups, but you must NOT go over five in each section!"

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=) if you bother answering, please share (=

Midnight Ramblings #1: Loki

2008-07-21T23:40:00.004Z

So, you are all aware that if I ever worshiped a god it would definitely be Loki. And I've come to the conclusion that in the very roots of my preferences concerning cartoons and fiction in general is precisely the infamous and beloved norse god of mischief (which is, yes, you guessed, Loki).

I'll explain and exemplify:
Preference #1: the one that drives most people crazy, 'cause it is ALMOST an obsession: the Red Hair. Yes! Before Axl, before Renji, there was Loki! For the first time I picked that innocent book of Myths and Legends that I fell for the lovely red hair of lovely, mischievious Loki. And the rest is history, all of you know.... Renji, then Axl, and so on, until now at least a third of my original character have such hair.

Preference #2: not entirely bad, messed up or bad gone good characters like: Renji (Bleach) , Spike (Buffy) and Zuko (Avatar). They're not entirely evil, well Renji was for at least 1 episode before he's got his ass kicked by Ichigo, and he was messed up in the beginning. Spike and Zuko speak for themselves in complexity and duality. And so does Loki. He is the God of Mischief, spawn of Giants and father to Fenrir who will devour Odin in the Ragnarok. But he's also Odin's blood brother, Mother (?) of Sleipnir, Friend of Thor. Or he was...you know, before he turned to the dark side.

Preference #3: FIRE! Despite the fact that the association between fire and Loki is not exactly certified, there is a certain afinity between both. And if I have always considered myself a water element (calm and reflective), I'm also finding some afinity with fire, with it's unstability, it's power of destruction, it's role on the eternal cicle of Life and Death, as portrayed in the legend of the Phoenix. Characters that fit in this preference are, once again, every one favourite angsty, banished prince: Zuko! and of course the lovely Johnny Storm also known as The Human Torch. I could think of more, but I'm lazy. In addiction, as a recently Avatard, I would totally be a Fire Bender! The movements are the best! (although I like Toph and earthbending too)

So here you go! Don't like my preferences on characters? Blame Loki! Yes, I am becoming a big geek, I know, but you know what? Blame Loki too. He wont' mind, what can he do? eheheheh

2008-05-25T12:33:00.002Z

Pardon me, but I have something to rant about.
You all know, or should know by now, that I'm a huge comic's fan. I often watch movies made from comics, like Spiderman, the antastic Four, Batman, Constantine (YES, it comes from a comic book, a very good one, actually) and on, and on. As such I have to rant about the choices for the main actors. I haven't seen Iron Man (yet) I confess, but I can tell you right away that it the role of Tony Stark/Iron Man couldn't have been better casted. Robert Downey Jr is perfect for that role. The same can't be said about other casting choices, like Constantine and even Spiderman. I saw constantine and I loved it, I'm a fan of Keanu, I am! Trust me. But he's no Constantine, let me tell you why: I've read two Constantine graphic novels and it's enough to tell you this: John Constantine, Hellblazer, as shown in the comics is a) BLONDE, b) BRITISH and c)way more dark and sarcastic (and cool) than Keanu can ever dream to be. Yeah, yeah, of course you can't always find the perfect cast, but COME ON! He could have died his hair blonde and WORN a freakin' yellow trenchcoat instead of the over all - IT'S NOT the same thing. And he could have learn how to speak british (if english actors can talk with american accent, the contrary can also happen) and please, Constantine always says "mate", which is a character trait, a very british one, if I may had, and that adds a certain "thing" to the character and is missing here.
More, look, all Tobey Maguire fans, I'm sorry, but he's no Peter Parker. With the mask and all, he could almost pass as decent Spidey, but he's no Perter Parker. And let me tell you this, as a fan, a huge fan (and I have read enough Spidey comics to know what I'm talking about) there is more, WAY much more to Peter Parker/Spiderman dicotomy than the Geeky/Not Geeky thing. The geek Peter Parker is just the way people who DON'T know Peter think is. If you don't believe, ask Mary Jane. (LOL) It's not, there's a fighting quality to Peter Parker that Maguire lacks and immensely. Parker has balls, he has. Tobey Maguire.... doesn't.
Can I continue? The Batman movies: Michael Keaton=best Batman so far. George Clooney wasn't "dark" enough, Val Kilmer was too serious, Christian Bale's just to smug to play Bruce Wayne.
I'll tell you what the problem is, in my opinion. Regarding mask heroes, I say. In a costume, almost anyone can be a good superhero. The problem is whoever casts the actors forgets that the real person is important too. Spidey fans, help here, Peter Parker IS important too. 'Cause he's not a millionaire like Bruce Wayne or Tony Stark, or the Fantastic Four. He's a high school teacher and all he goes trough, as Peter Parker, reflects on Spidey. So the role for Spiderman can't be based on Spidey alone. It can't. Oh, and once we're talking about casting for Spiderman let me tell what else is wrong: Harry is not HOT like James Franco, he's like ugly. And Flash? If you're talking about the Spiderman high school years, Flash Thompson should appear more and should be GOD DAMN BLONDE! He is suppose to be the all "american" stereotype, for Chrissakes. What is wrong with Hollywood people and blondes? I though they LOVED them. NHAAAAAAAH oh! and one more thing, sorry to break it to you, but Gwen Stacy IS the Love of Peter Parker's life, NOT Mary Jane (even she knows that), how does she only come through on the 3rd movie? Come ON!

Well, I'm going to stop, this is long enough. Oh just another thing that gets on my nerves: everytime I google Human Torch I get flooded with Chris Evans pictures (the same with Spidey and Maguire; or Keanu and Constantine). Not that I care that much, but you know, sometime I'm really looking for the character. I'll tell you, there is not enough comic love around.

On love, passion or whatever this is

2008-04-24T19:51:00.002Z

Love (and as love I mean whatever this is, love is just for short) is a bitch. It sucks. Yeah, I know I did the "I hate love" rant before, but really! Oh, and I apologize, I guess this would be material for the other blog, but as that one's closed now, I have to post it here. Oh, and by the by, I write this here and not on somewhere more private because I like to write off my angst in pretty words and I like people to read it. Well, sort of. Think of this as story (a very boring, random and redundant sorry, I know!).

So, let me tell you why love's a bitch. Because it comes around when you least expect it, when you don't want it or need it. Well, or when you think you don't want it nor need it. The point being: I was happy. And maybe I would've stayed happy. Or maybe not. That's true too.

Now, seriously, I don't know what this is. They say you never know when the love of your life can show up. Well maybe sometimes it does show up like that and you don't even see it! (Yeah, I still think about that). I don't know, you tell me, is this love? Or were they right and I'm just obsessing?

The fact is I can go for days without thinking about him. I don't care. I'm happy as ... whatever that was. And then it just hits me on the face, just like that. BAM and I start thinking and I realize I haven't seen him for 4 weeks now. And it's not normal, not when I saw him almost everyday.
And I start wondering, and I start thinking about the worst scenarios and my head is suddenly flooded by daylight nightmares.

I don't like wondering. I don't like wondering if it would have been different if he did not have a girlfriend, or if I was prettier, or if he wasn't so handsome. I don't like wondering if he really gave me that chance and I just completely wasted it. I don't like wondering if it was my last.

I don't know anything anymore. Ask me if I'm in love, if it's a crush, if its attraction. I don't know. I don't believe it's love. Not what I call love anyway. Maybe passion. A crush wouldn't do this to me, would it? Maybe is just attraction you know. Attraction is one of those things: you take some chemical and electrical pulses and BAM your hormones jumping and everything is upside down. It's true. Maybe that's all that is.
Attraction. But isn't that suppose to go away? Like, does it last for a year? I wouldn't know I guess. The longest feeling I had for anyone lasted for about two years or less. And it was more of a crush than of attraction. At least, you know,not that kind of attraction.
But maybe this is. Because if you'd ask me what I want, I'd tell you: I want him. Simply put. I want more than just someone to hold me, I want him. In possibly every way a human being can want another human being.
So, you tell me know? Do you think it's that it? Am I just attracted to him. You know like iron to a super magnet? Make that a super, duper, extra powerful magnet. Yeah, it's better like that.

Or can it be, that it is actually passion? That I am actually in love? It is true that I never knew the feeling of butterflies in my stomach until I met him. I never lost speech or breath like that. My legs just don't shake like that you know! And no one I "liked" ever, EVER, bothered me enough to make me dream about them. It's been like at least 9 dreams now. I dreamed of him the other day and I hadn't seen him for at least 2 weeks then.

Is is attraction? Obsession? Passion? Which one? I need, desperately, to know.

2008-04-10T09:53:00.003Z

Forgive the angst in the last post, sometimes it takes me a while to realize...

http://blowingwithwind.blogspot.com/2008/04/seres-nicos.html

My dreams make me real. My quirks and issues, be them as unbearable as they might be, make me who I really am. They come with the package and are not disposable of. Put up with them or put up with nothing at all.

2008-03-24T23:10:00.004Z

I'm in a dark place right now

Não sei com quem falar, não me apetece falar, porque a resposta é sempre a mesma, não há nada de novo a dizer. Ninguém me vai dizer algo diferente do que já sei. Ninguém me pode ensinar o que preciso de aprender.

Mas a verdade é que é frustrante e até doloroso, estar assim. Não sei quem sou nem o que vou ser; só sei que já não sou o que era. Que tudo o que conquistei, perdi e não sei como. E é desesperante porque é um ciclo vicioso, impossível de quebrar, e ninguém entende. Como poderia alguém entender, se nem eu já compreendo?! Só sei que isto afasta as pessoas de mim, que faz com que eu não goste do que vejo no espelho. É esgotante e devastador, sinto-me perdida. E ao mesmo tempo que eu quero mudar, quero tornar-me em alguém de quem eu possa gostar, não o quero fazer porque eu quero gostar de mim como sou. E olho para dentro, mexo e remexo e ainda encontro vestígios (para não dizer ruínas) daquilo que fui, da minha força e determinação, da minha confiança, de não precisar de pertencer para saber quem sou.

Por vezes ainda olho o espelho e sorrio. Por vezes....

(sem comentários, porque como eu disse, não há nada de novo a dizer, só precisava de desabafar)

2008-03-18T23:44:00.007Z

No one said it would be easy.

No one mentioned it would be so hard.

What the am I talking about? Everything.
Life, school, growing up and change. (complete image)

2008-02-20T21:56:00.002Z

...sometimes...

XD XD XD

2008-02-13T22:47:00.002Z

MyHeritage: Celebrity Morph - Arvore genealogica da familia - Fazer arvore genealogica

2008-02-13T22:44:00.001Z

New Layout and more Randmoness coming!!!! XD

(ignore, please, I just needed this one to be on top for something)

Once we're talking about what makes ME happy...

2008-01-14T22:15:00.001Z

Music is my religion and Axl is my new God. (I truly believe Loki escaped and reincarnated in Axl. Truly!)

Seriously I'm not talking about how hot he was like 20 years ago, it's that voice!

Damn that voice..... *sigh*

Yeah, Axl makes me happy too. Not only Axl, the whole band makes me happy, specially when Sweet Child O' Mine plays in my mp3. =) or Welcome to the Jungle =D *huge sigh*

Because, you know people listen to music for many reasons. I do it for a lot of them really, but mainly because:
a) I hate silence and I hate noise. Music distracts me from both.
b) It's fun. I really, really have fun listening to music. And singing along. And dancing like crazy.

So, Guns are there, and so are Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, Yann Tiersen, Bon Jovi, Foo Fighters, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Offspring, Danny Elfman and Bob Dylan. =)
Fun! Do you have a problem with that?

Superhero complexes.... sigh

2008-01-14T21:50:00.000Z

So, you know, Comics, comics, animes on the side. They were jealous too XD
So yeah, they make me happy too XD Specially if you're talking about Trigun or Bleach =D

So here... Vash's the man, Ichigo follows right after. And of course, let's not forget about Renji

=)) he makes me extremely happy! *fangirls a little* XD

Flame ON!

2008-01-13T19:32:00.000Z

So... I had that post about Spidey and Johnny got jealous XD...

img from:http://img150.imageshack.us/img150/1114/tochanr6.jpg

character belongs to Marvel (unfortunately *sigh*)

Because you know... Torchie makes me happy too.... *fan girl squee*

Damn... that's one HOT dude, huh?

I mean... literally.... Look at those flames!

what were YOU thinking? XD

I'm a dork... I know... ^^

Spider-man, Spider-man....

2008-01-07T23:15:00.000Z

... Does whatever a spider can. XD

img from: http://freakcomics.com/images/civilwar2_cover2.jpg

all characters belong to Marvel

So, they say money can't buy you happiness. True.

But money can buy me some graphic novels. And Spidey always makes me happy. =D

*singing: Spiderman, spiderman....*

OMG! Outro post em português! XD

2007-11-03T12:51:00.000Z

Boas meus caros leitores!!

Estou aqui hoje para falar de um assunto que me irrita um pouco.

Admito que não se devia admitir que "cientistas" não saibam escrever ou falar português correcto só porque não de Letras, ou que não percebam patavina de inglês, quando é, de momento, a língua mais universal e praticamente essencial no ramo das Ciências.
Tal como, na minha opinão, não gostei de ver num artigo que li esta semana, citando: "Dexter é um assassino com ph 5,5. É um assassino neutro (...)". Para os leigos no que toca a química básica, pH 5,5 já é considerado ácido, sendo que só pH que rondem o 7 é que podem ser considerados neutros. Não vou dizer que a jornalista (sendo uma mulher de Letras) devesse saber a escala de pH, mas pelo menos podia-se ter informado melhor sobre essa mesma escala (tarefa bastante simplificada pela internet, como diriam os geeks "Google it!") mas enfim.

No mesmo jornal, sobre o mesmo tema (uma nova série sobre um analista forense que é serial-killer nos tempos livres), aparece um errro, talvez ainda mais grave, por ser pouco claro a nível de português, em que o autor sugere que a personagem Dexter "comete criminosos" mas aí, dou o benefício da dúvida, pode ter sido um erro de tipografia.
Isto, para não falar, ainda dentro do assunto do jornalismo, de que eu aprendi no ensino básico que um jornalista deve ser sempre neutro e não recorrer ou evitar recorrer a adjectivos, porque afinal, a menos que lhe seja pedido, deve relatar factos e não discutir opiniões (estou a falar de notícias comuns como "Bombeiro salva gatinho" e não de critícas ou crónicas ou whatever). Mas é algo que também vejo cada vez mais, principalmente em noticiários televisivos. É como diz outra, são todos jornalistas com pH 5,5.

Outra coisa que também me mexe com os nervos são as traduções, tanto nas legendas na tv como em livros. Nas séries de tv (que eu admito que vejo em número talvez superior ao recomendável) o número de gafes, erros e traduçõs à letra é, ou devia ser, inadmissível. Pior ainda é quando acontece nos livros. Ora, na televisão, ainda podemos ouvir e perceber o verdadeiro sentido da frase (lembrei-me agora de um: "performance" traduzido como "apresentação", quando quer dizer "desempenho. E sim, tendo em conta o contexto, "performance" queria MESMO dizer desempenho.) Mas quando acontece em livros, aqueles que confiam nos tradutores podem ser induzidos em erros. Pior ainda é quando, como já me aconteceu, ao ler um livro, encontrar um erro de tradução e conseguir deduzir o que é que estaria escrito em inglês (como por exemplo, "beef" ter sido traduzido como "bife", o que está errado e naquela situação não passava pelo mesmo, simplesmente não fazia sentido).
Claro que, felizmente, em regra geral isto só acontece em livros de colecções mais "rascas" ou em livros oferecidos por revistas, jornais e afins. Para mim, mais revoltante, só ler "apparate" traduzido como "aparecer" no 6º livro da saga Harry Potter, após 5 longos livros em que a mesma palavra era traduziada como "materializar" (que é muito mais apropriado). Escusado será dizer que foi aí que deixei de ler os Harry Potter em português.

Como diz a minha mãe, não há nada como ler os originais. Sim, o problema é que, se com o inglês que é uma língua universal e razoavelmente fácil de aprender (comparado com o russo, o alemão ou mesmo o nosso português) já temos estas traduções terríveis, como poderemos confiar nas traduções de outras línguas? Afinal, nem toda a gente que lê domina o inglês, ou qualquer outra língua, o suficiente para poder ler um original como mesmo gosto que lhe dá ler em português.

Em resumo, se hoje em dia qualquer um pode ser jornalista ou tradutor ou o que quer que mais seja, para que é que os pobres estudantes de Letras andam lá a fazer?! Mais valia andarem em Ciências a aprender a escala do pH.

A short story

2007-09-25T22:28:00.000Z

Once upon a time there was this little girl who played with dolls and dreamed of castles. She was afraid of the dark and she hated spiders.
Then she grew up a little and wasn't afraid of the dark anymore. She still hated spiders and she still played with dolls, but she no longer dreamed of castles. Now she wanted superpowers.
She grew up a little more and put her dolls aways. Superpowers and castles were shallow now. There were much more wonderful things in her imagination. Now she dreamt about the perfect guy, in a perfect world where she would be the most perfect person ever.
She grew up, this time a lot, and learned that nothing and noone is perfect and she lives with that. Fantasy is just an escape, and she usually dreams of a day when she won't feel lonely anymore. She hopes to become independent and happy, in her own way, alone or not. Until then, the little girl - now almost a woman - lives with sadness in her soul, with a thorn in her heart and misses the times when she was afraid of the dark and played with dolls and dreamed of castles. At least then, everything was simpler.

Something Special

2007-09-11T17:19:00.000Z

Not long ago I published here how strange I thought I am.
The truth is there are many things in which I'm so vulgar I hate it. Maybe I'd better not rant about this.
To the point.

I clinge to my strangeness, even when it makes me an island, because somehow it lets me feel I'm special, I'm different, I'm not common or ordinary. It's an illusion, of course, because in spite of being strange enough to "scare" people away, I'm nothing special.

Everyone is good at something. That's what they teach us, what they tell us so we won't feel so bad about being an inapt. But the truth is there are people who are exceptionally good at a several skills, whilst others like me, settle for commoness in whatever they can do.

It's been a long time since I've been a top student.
I'm a very, very, extremely limited artist.
I'm not that good a writer.
It's been a long time since I was proud of my friendship and listening skills.
I can't sing
I can't dance
I can't play the bass right
My aim is terrible
I suck at sports
I've got 0 social skills

I can't even pull myself to pratice, to fix the thing I can

Long time ago, I felt there was something special about me
I'd wondered with what my hands could make
I felt so clever and logical and rational
I felt so mature
I was so sure I was a good friend

Now, I felt I lost everthing that made me special
Like, instead of evolving, I'm getting worst
Hiding each time deeper in my shell
Fearing the real world
Burying myself deeper in the sands of dreams and fiction
Always defending from invisible enemies...But why?

No, I'm not extraordinary. I'm not amazing. I'm not special
I'm just a strange, yet common, girl. I can't even call myself a woman.

Someone Save Me XD

2007-08-18T21:09:00.000Z

Ok... so last Sunday I was on the car with my uncle, aunt and cousin, heading for the traditional Sunday lunch at grandma's and the radio was on and my mp3 player was really low (so I could hear people when they talk to me) and this Backstreet Boys' song was on. And like,a long LONG time ago I was a really huge BSB fan, like I had the walls covered with their posters. Then I started listen to actual music and the magic was gone. And so, listening to that song on the radio was nostalgic and the song was in my head the whole week. Today I happened to watch a part of the High School Musical, which is , in my opinion, as lame and "pop" as BSB are and I thought that the lead singer sounded a lot like Nick and I had to see the videos again. I laughed a lot because now, my music and english knowlege are a little better and not only the music is nothing special as the lyrics are quite ridiculous (in my opinion of course).
But I'm not here to dish BSB, the fact is I had fun. And Brian is really cute XD.
Ok... seriously now, I had fun and Brian has a quite nice voice (he DOES), but of course it may not be his, but ssshhh... (I'm gonna be slaughtered if any BSB fan reads this)
But the point is: I had fun. And when you watch "Quit Playing Games (with my heart)" you understand why teenage girls are/were insane about them (me included in WERE).5 Words: HOT YOUNG GUYS SOAKING WET! *YAAAAAAAAAY* but that's it.
Still it was fun. I laughed a lot. XD

a message: We are gonna be... Forever you and me....... *saudades, tantas saudades*

Momentos Importantes de quem nao tem nada que fazer

2007-08-15T17:53:00.001Z

Momento importante nº 1: comprei o livro Fragile Things. Porquê? Porque é do Neil Gaiman. E isso basta XD

Momento importante nº 2: comprei o Self titled dos Metallica aka Black Album. Porquê? Porque é o meu primeiro album de Metallica e de Metal propriamente dito. (porque eu não consigo pensar em Guns n' Roses como Metal)

Momento importante nº3: postei um Random Thought em PortuguÊs! XD XD

Pah... adoro ter um blog pa cenas aleatórias... XD =D

2007-08-13T22:25:00.000Z

Each time... more and more... it's not about the eyes

It's the smile

WARNING: WEE state Ahead

2007-07-20T22:35:00.000Z

So... WEE State...
Ok I forgot what I was going to say, but for now on, don't allow anyone to give me caffeine in the day of my last exam, because... if you had see me today, you would understand.
Nuff said XD

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE =D

The Night before Statistics

2007-07-20T00:07:00.000Z

First of all, nevermind the title. I've got an exam tomorow morning, but I'm going to fail anyway, so fuck that.
Second, prepare yourself : I'm going to say fuck very often in this post.
And third, I'm posting here, instead of posting in my main blog, because I'm not quite sure if I want someone to read this, because I'm about to be a real bitch. I think. Well, you've been warned.

So... I hate birthday parties. Unless it's a party where I know everyone and get along fine. But I hate the kind I went to tonight. There's always someone who hooks up with someone else (and this is bitchy me) and that someone is never me. Like, I'm not usually like this, it's just hormones, I guess. Fuck it, I'm 18 years old and the closest thing to a relationship I had lasted a week. It's sad. And desperating. And then I get bitchy. And that's why I hate birthday parties. And today was no exception. In the end it got worst. Like, I don't need an escort, but I'd feel safer if one of the FOUR boys would have come with me... I know the sub station is really close to my house, but still... Why couldn't someone come with me? Why does the other girl needs 4 guys to go with her? But you know what? Fuck it, I don't mind. They didn't even consider the chance of 1 of them walk me home, they never do. As I said, fuck it, I don't care. It's not like something would happen to me, right? Bad things only happen to pretty girls, isn't that what they teach us on tv?
And what hurts me the most is C. And it's not just for that. It's that... I always try to care about his things. I like watching the band rehearsals, I love listening to him play the guitar. It's not that I live for that. It's not like I asked him to start drawing because I draw, or liking bugs and stuff so that we can talk; so why can't he do the same? Why can't he care a little about what matters to me? He never asks me about my drawings, he didn't even care about asking about the summer camps. He knew. And he knows how important that is, so WHY THE FUCK DOESN'T HE CARES? IS HE NOT MY FRIEND? Fuck it... Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck I hate this. Why is he like this? It hurts! I don't want to lose him, but like this, we're just getting further and further away. I can't be the one to make an effort all the time. It works both ways. It's what I always say: friendship is a two person thing and both must make an effort. And he doesn't. Fuck it. I'm so tired of this. But I don't want to lose him, I miss those times when I felt safe and at ease around him. When being with him was enough to lift the weight from my shoulders. When I felt we were really friends. I don't care what M says, C wasn't always like this. He wasn't always this cold and mean. I know he wasn't. So why is he now?

I better finish now. I got go to sleep. I hate to go to sleep feeling crappy like this, but what can I do? I've got to wake up in 5 and half hours for the fucking exam. Fuck that too.

ps: my apologies to the girl in question for being such a bitch. She is actually quite nice and it's not her fault that men are assholes. Good night, and good luck.

Wish upon a star

2007-06-28T17:53:00.000Z

If I could wish upon a star, I'd wish...

I could play the bass in a metal/hard rock band
I could play the bass and sing in a punk rock band
I could play the bass like Flea from RHCP
I could sing like Axl Rose
And with Axl Rose!

I could meet all my favourite singers and bassists

I could perform in a play
I could perform in a musical

I could draw whenever I want

I could go back in time to watch Guns 'n' Roses live at the Ritz (original alignment)
I could have been at The Offspring's concert two years or whatever ago
I could have been at the EMA's in Lisbon
I'd meet Mark Hoppus
The RHCP's concert at Rock in Rio lasted longer

But, honestly, all I really hope for is:
I'll be a great biologist
I'll buy the yellow house
I'll have four kittens (yes the number went up) and a garden
I'll always be loyal to myself and others
I'll always be able to count on my friends and family
I'll be happy, alone or not

I love cherrys

2007-06-23T13:23:00.000Z

Bath time playlist of the Day

2007-06-18T17:53:00.000Z

Disclaimer: Mp3 was on random mode.

Playlist:

Nothing Else Matters

Metallica

Trust I seek and I find in you/Everyday for us something new

Open mind for a different view/And nothings else matters

With You

Linkin Park

The Sound of your voice/Painted in my memories

Even when you're not with me/I'm with you

You could be mine

G N' R

You could be, you should be, you could be mine

Welcome to the Jungle

G N' R

(this was a bit off... you'll see my point in the end)

Faint

Linkin Park

I can't feel the way I did before

Don't turn your back on me/I won't be ignored

Time won't heal this damage anymore

Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored

Enter Sandman

Metallica

(so this one was a bit off too)

November Rain

G N' R

And I know that you can love me

When there's noone else to blame

Sympathy for the Devil

G N' R

(and this was off too, so never mind)

So... tell me... ignore the 3 songs I said were off, and read the lyrics for the rest. Now put them up together (if you know the whole song, even better) and now put in context. And then tell me... Is someone trying to tell me something here???

Strange

2007-06-17T17:40:00.000Z

I'm a strange person. I am. Don't even dare to denied it. Specially because I kind of like it.

I'm different. I know that, I sensed that, since a very young age. When I moved to the city it became more evident. And now, with 18 it's even more clear.

I've got odd interests and habits, that I can't find someone with the same interests and habits. I think that my personality, my mood swings, my almost childlike enthusiasm are unique. I can't find someone like me.

And there's good things about it. It makes me unique. But the down side of this is that it makes me an island, because nowadays everyone's alike, I mean, almost everyone fits a stereotype. What about me? I don't fit (thank God!). Even among my best friends most of them fit a stereotype. C is a geek, K is the somewhat shallow-eyelid-battering type, D is the "Ryan-Atwood" type: silent, strong, a trouble-magnet. Well at least L and T don't fit any stereotype I can recall and maybe that's why they're the ones I like talking/spending time with more these days.

Well... what can I say? I tried to, once, find a tribe to join. But I couldn't, after all I'm only 20% geek and that's only because I like comics, manga and anime. Oh, and because I know who H.P. Lovecraft was and I already read something he wrote. I'm definitely not the shallow-eyelid battering - fashion obsessed type, please I care now about my appearance, but c'moon! Let's not overdo it. And I'm, fortunately, not a trouble magnet. Or neither I am the sport type like my cousin, or the book worm type like some of my school colleagues. Maybe I'm the scientist type. Oh but I like art, drawing, writing, reading silly fantasy books. So maybe I'm the artist type. Is there really something like "artist-type"? Gee... I guess not.

Well, so what am I? I like drawing, writing, music, books, bugs, flowers, science, fantasy, anime, comics, manga, I care a little about what I wear, I owe a couple of items I'm actually proud of. I'm shy in big groups and a total blabber when private. I can't get a guy to like me, but most of my friends are male. Sometimes I'm very keen and witty, and sometimes I just don't get it. I always try to keep a low profile and then I complain when nobody sees me. And I'm so not subtle. I'm smart, but not the book wormy kind of smart. I like to know a lot but I don't think I'm the know-it-all kind of person. I consider myself a rather rational person but most things I do right I do them by instinct.
So? Have you got to any conclusion?

Oh,oh! I know! Let's try to sort it out considering the music I hear.
So right now I'm obsessed with Guns n' Roses. That's what... Metal, right? Or is it Hard Rock? Oh my... music genres are so confusing... Ok I like Metallica too, that's definitely Metal. Then I like Linkin Park, but there's also Green Day, The Offpsring and Blink 182 and that's what? Punk, Punk-Rock... So... Metal, Punk... Oh of course... then there's Red Hot Chili Peppers. And more recently My Chemical Romance. Then there's those times when I keep listening to Dido's songs in my head. Not to mention my Blue phase and those times when I just feel like listening to good old Xutos and Rui Veloso... Oh and I like Classical music too, there's nothing better to concentrate. And I'm willing to go deep into the world of Jazz and Blues.
Oh my... I guess my music taste won't take us there....

Well. I guess you all get my point. I'm strange. I'm odd. I'm different. I don't follow standards, I don't follow fashions. Nor patterns. I am what I am and I love being it. That's why they say I'm One of a Kind. ;)

My Room and I

2007-06-12T20:41:00.000Z

I love my room.
Maybe I'd still love it (or would love it more) if it was tidier but, still, I love my room.
It's my space, my shelter, although sometimes it smothers me, 'cause sometimes I feel overwhelmed by how much my room tells about me.

You may not notice it and you may not believe it when I say it, but it does. It does tell a lot about me.

Books everywhere - fantasy, thrillers, dramas, historic novels, horror stories;
Sketchbooks, notepads, free sheets of scribbled papers spread across the desk;
My friends' pictures at the board, my parents' closer to the bed;
Containers full of pencils and other drawing material: markers, coloured pencils, rulers, etc;
Funny things hanging XD;
My wooden hand model;
Rocks and minerals and blossoms;
Lots and lots and lots of little boxes plus a whole lot of drawers (just like me, hiding, keeping little secrets, little tresures that I rarely share);
Gifts, precious gifts;
Old dolls, a music box;
My beloved, underestimated, dusty bass...
CDs and DVDs - my favourite albums(Guns!!!!), my favourite movies(PoC!!!!);
My own collection of comics(Spiderman, X-Men, even a few of Batman, and the newcomer The Sandman!);
Teddy Bears and fluffy animals =D way more pillows that I actually need XD;
A tablet! (do you know what that is? It's not of chocolat!);
Even my closet tells a lot, how it gets tidier through the years, as I get a little more concerned about what I'm wearing (but yet, still with my torn jeans and punk shirts XD)......

I love my room. I do. It's me, it's so me and noone can tell. Noone sees it like that. Keep bothering me to tidy it(not really, they already gave up XD), keep messing with it.

Yes, it's a mess; but so am I.

Isn't it sad?

2007-06-12T20:33:00.000Z

Isn't it sad that I have to make an effort to cry?
And that I have to cry to release the pressure inside?
And isn't it sadder that still I can't shed a tear?

Isn't it sad that I lay in the dark, seeking comfort in the words of a stranger?
Isn't it sad that I hold my pillow tight just because it's the closest thing to a hug I have?

Isn't it sadder that my heart hurts so much that makes me do this things and still, still, I can't pull myself to do the one thing that would ease the pain?

Isn't it sad that I've got all these pictures in my mind and I know they will never come true?

Isn't it sad? Seriously, isn't it?

How sad am I?

2007-05-31T22:06:00.000Z

Fuck, I'm in love.

Sweet Child of Mine was drawned and coloured by yours truly, Amarie

that means its mine. don't use it without permission.( please?)

Inspired by the song Sweet Child o' Mine (c) Guns n' Roses

Blah Blah Blah

2007-05-17T21:51:00.001Z

So... I just feel like writing. But I have no clue of what to write. So, once this is a randomness devoted blog, I'll just be random around here. Like, no one ever notices it anyway.
There's like a lot of things I should and could be doing right now. In fact, there was a whole lot of things I could have done for the past two days and I didn't do anything! Let's start with what I should be doing: I should be studying. So maybe not right now, but all this week. I've got a stupid test on Saturday (GOD, I hate tests on Saturdays) and I should have studied because it's a hateful, dreadful chair and I don't actually know anything for it. Oh, have I mentioned I failed the last one? I'm gonna fail this one, I know. And I won't be alone, because it's a really, really fucked chair, but how in hell am I gonna to explain that to my mom and dad? And I'm not even thinking of how terrible an lame I feel, because I gave up a long ago. I didn't want to be here, this here. I'm tired of saying this, I should have stopped for a year. And what would have I done? Well, I'd probably be taking driving lessons by now, I could have done a few workshops, have some me time, have me time to spare, without interfering with the time I devote do my friends. I could be exploring my creative site, which I'm doing anyway, but like, I could do it without the huge amount of guilt for skecthing and cging instead of studying. I could catch up on my reading, I would have seen all the movies I wanted to and missed, and be satisfied enough for the next year. I would have tidied and remodeled my room, like I want so freakin' much, without having to lose my precious weekends. And I could spend one day or two in front of the TV, again, without the fucking GUILT!
I'm not saying I want to do this for the rest of my life. Hell no! Everybody knows Biology is my dream and my passion. The other day my uncle told to his other niece that I was born wanting to be a biologist. Well, that's not quite true, but almost. Nature has always been important to me. I just wanted some time off. I know that I'm very, very lucky. I've got all the basics, and extra money to spoil in whatever I want; I've got great friends and caring family; I've got a laptop, a tablet, the whole pack of sketchbooks, what else do I need? So, I don't have a cat, so whatever, I can live with that. So, why am I complaining? Well, because not everything is sunshine and lollipops in my world, and sometimes I feel like I'm overwhelmed. I'm the youngest in the household, but sometimes my 23-year-old sister acts like 15, so that makes me the "big sister" around here. Then there's my little sister who lives miles apart, I actually mean miles apart, as she live in Mozambique and I never know how to act in rare times she's around. Then, there's my dad, that lives with my lil' sis, and I never know what to say to him when he calls, I never know if I should ask for money, when I really need it, or wait for him to remember. I never know. Then there's my mom. She's like the best mom ever, and I really love her and worship her, she's like my hero, but sometimes she could be a little more understanding, after all is just because of her that I'm in college right know, she just don't get it. Then there's college. So, this last "academic week" was awesome. I had so much fun and I really feel like I bonded and all, and I'm getting along better with my school mates and all, but still, still, going to college is a pain. It's a nightmare. Truth be told I hate most of my chairs this semester, but I have to pass them, or else I'll be living with them for the years to come. I just wanted a little time off, why, why is that so hard do understand? Why is it so hard to understand that I wanted that time NOW, not after college? Why is it so hard to understand that there are days in this house, that it feels like a prison, and still I can't leave it? Is it so hard to understand that there will be no time off after college because there would be when the opportunities show and hell if I'm gonna let'em go. I wanna be out of here. Out on my own. But each day I feel less capable.
And maybe I'm wrong. Maybe it would be worst. But at least I would have had my time off, I wouldn't complain, I wouldn't be thinking about this now.
Oh. And then there's me. I'm a mess trickier than my room. I never know how to act, what to say, what to do. I AM PHYSICALLY AND PSYCHOLOGICALLY INCAPABLE OF ACTING WITHOUT THINKING. There, I said it. Damn, I'm so fucking tired of people telling me to "don't think, act!", well, as Bart Simpson would say, "eat my fucking shorts, dude" it ain't gonna happen. I can't, okay? I CAN'T! so maybe I'm a fucked up misfit, but I just can't turn off my brain or stop my heart from racing, and myself from blushing, and my body from freezing. I can't, that's only human, no? So, that's deal... Then that's that. I love my friends. I do. They're like, after my mom, the most important people in my life. I wouldn't make without them, and sometimes I don't how I can live with them. I am quite aware how this is such a terrible thing to say. But sometimes, the differences are so big and their attitudes so exasperating, as I'm sure they also feel about me, god, I don't know when it started, but I know I can be a pain and take some pleasure out of it. But whatever you know. They're my friends, so I must make sacrifices, right? Even if that means waking up early in the morning, on a Monday, when I don't really have too (I'm a lucky bitch, I don't have classes on Mondays) or if that means listening to geek jokes for an hour, when the only geek thing about me is that I like manga, anime and comics. Oh and the glasses. But that's what friends are for, right? So... I've been sick for the last three days, and no one came to visit. Not many knew, that's right, and they have their busy lives, but what about a call? An sms? Just saying: "Get well soon" or something like that. I can't remember the last time someone call just to check on me.... I know I don't do that, but you know what? They're the ones that can make phone calls for free. And now you're thinking that, if I don't do it, so maybe I can complain about them not doing it. But there's at least one person that calls whenever needs but haven't called once since I got sick, and knows it. Don't I have the right to be a little, tiny bit hurt? Hah.... Maybe not, after all, I made so many mistakes in my life (and I'm not allowed too, you know? Not allowed to be human) and I apologized 90% of the times, not counting the times I was right and apologize all the same, but still, because I pushed hard, and didn't give in those 10% because I really had it that time, I am the proud bitch, that never gives in and that puts herself and her pride over everything. And somehow, sometimes I was the one who got hurt and kicked when I was already in the floor. And you know, I forgave and forgot. I moved on. But somehow I'm still the one clinging to the past. Now, why do you think I am? I've got unsolved issues and apparently unsolvable ones too.
And you know what? Maybe that's what keeps me awake all night.

Gimme the music yeah!

2007-04-24T09:38:00.000Z

Give me the screeching vocals of Axl or Dexter, or the powerful cords by James and Chester, or Mike's fast lyrics.
Give me Flea and his insane bass, Duff with his deep grave sounds, Mark and his easy,steady beats.
Give me Slash and Kirk and their allmighty guitars.
Give me Matt or Steve, Chad or Travis, and I'd leave my heart beat in their hands.

Give me the insightful lyrics or the powerful music.
Give me the "yeahs" and the "hmmms" and the "ooohs".
Give the "Fuck you Bush" lyrics and the anti-war lyrics and the "I just don't give a damn" lyrics.
Give the love songs, and angst songs, and the "sex, drugs and rock n' roll" songs.

Give me that and you give me the world.

'Cause you can only call me "babe" if you sing like Axl freakin' Rose.

'Cause music is my life, it flows in my veins, it makes my heart beat.

'Cause music is there all along the way.

'Cause we're in the Jungle, baby, and I walk alone. And in the end, nothing else matters.

a cookie to whoever can identify ALL the references in this cute little text! *grin* ("Axl frekin' Rose" does not count)

Why I don't believe in love

2007-04-22T16:57:00.000Z

Love. What is love? It's a word. It's a word people use way to often to express what they feel, when somehow they don't want to express it otherwise. I've seen people use the word love to express passion, to explain obsession, to justify desire, for the simple lack of a better word.
Because you can fall in love in a second or after a long time. And you fall out of love in a second to and sometimes, somehow you never fall out of love. How's that? If love's that versatile why is the word love so valuable? Maybe they should get more words to go along with all those feelings people call love.

Personally, I don't believe in love at first sight. When you "fall in love" at one sight, is not love (in my point of view) is passion. Pure passion. Because passion is spontaneous, passion is like that, it's a burst of pure energy.
And then again, is love something that grows between two people who care about each other, or is it something that *BAM!* happens and turns you upside down? So, is it more like friendship or more like passion? 'Cause really it has lot of things in common with both, at least for what I hear.

And honestly, is it that any good? Look at what it does with people! They lose their minds, they forget their friends, they hurt themselves and the ones they love(?).

And really? How do you want me to expect any good of something that (according to what people ALWAYS tell me) requires you to lose ALL hope before it literally blows in your face?! JESUS! people! Wake up!

And maybe now you're thinking that, god, I'm really bitter for an 18-year-old. So maybe I am, what do you want? I never had a decent relationship in my life, and I've got a very good self esteem, but it kind of breaks down, when it seems that all my qualities aren't enough! When they're supposed to be. I am smart and I am funny, but it's not about that is it? It's about the giggles and the "I'm so cute" act and all the stupid smiles and all that stuff that I find ridiculous. It's the flirt and the provocation, it's the eyelid battering and the gloss-soaked lips. And don't tell me I'm wrong. Unless you can prove it. Intelligence and wit won't take me anywhere, in this matter, whatever you say. Because I'm not sweet and cute and silly. Because I'm though, and I'm strong and I outsmart most of you air-heads. You, men, you like them weak, and submissive, and dumb. And I simply refuse to be like that.

So, honestly, love is fuckin' overrated.

ps: I just want to say that I am quite aware there are a few exceptions in this sorry world. But, unfortunately the ones I know consist of my very best friends, and friendship is more important than love, no matter what.

A love story

2007-04-12T12:44:00.000Z

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who fell in love with a song.
She'd listen that song all day, not all night 'cause she had to sleep.
So one day she went to a cd/book store and listened to a cd, it didn't have the song she loved but it was the same singer.
And she fell in love with the cd. She didn't buy it then because her love for a comic book hero was a little bigger (she didn't knew the cd well, then, she didn't want to rush it) so she bought a comic book instead.
Weeks later she went to the cd/book store again and she listenned to the cd again and she knew she had to have that cd. And this time, she got it.
Not long after that she realized she liked the cd so much that she had to know more about the band and the singer. So, she went for it, (re)searching about them.
And that was how and when she fell in love with the singer. (and the band too)
Now she has 3 cds and still loves it. And she knows, one day, this love will fade like so many other before. But she will never forget the song, the cd or the singer.

The End?

*this was how I discovered I liked Guns n' Roses and how I fell for Axl Rose... and when I found out I really like long haired red heads with attitude. *

Sympathy for Loki

2007-04-12T10:41:00.000Z

My room ain't messy, it's a tribute to Loki.

Loki is the trickster God of the Norse Pantheon, he's like the coolest god ever, but he's got be a major fucked up... Follow me here... he descends directly from giants, he's supposed to be an enemy for the gods and still he lives among them. And what does he do? He plays tricks on them... he lures the girl with the youth apples (I don't recall her name) out of Asgard and the gods lose their youth and all. Among other things, I bet, I don't know many of his stories. Oh... and then, like the tricks aren't enough, he kills a god! and then refuses to cry for him (which would bring the god back) so, Odin the All-father gets tired and locks him in cave with Loki's son bowls (*eew* that's got.... *eew*). Whatever.... he got it all and he screw everything.... don't tell me he's not fucked up...
Oh, and in the end of the world, he comes back and die.... XD

Personally, I like Loki. Is like almost like the Devil for Christians, but he's cooler and cuter. XD of course he can change forms... But the one I like the most is the when he's red haired with fiery eyes =) reminds me of Axl... *is nuts about long haired red heads*

So, if you ask me, Loki totally owns the Sympathy for the Devil song....

2007-04-05T11:37:00.000Z

Guns, Roses and American Gods

Red Flowers, chocolat and cream

(= It doesn't get any better than this =)

Deep connections

2007-04-03T23:34:00.000Z

Googled pic... it's not mine!

I know now why I'm so inexplicably addicted to Axl Rose's voice (and not only). Guns n Roses official debut was in 1987 with 'Appetite for destruction', but the album was only a sucess in 1988 and that was probably when the album reached the shops around here. Well... that same year I was conceived and born and my mom already admited that she had listened to Guns n Roses back then. So... when I was in her belly I was exposed to Axl Rose's unique voice. But since I'm always a step behind and I tend to overlook most things for a long period of time, only now, that I've started to listen to G N' R, listening to Axl's voice trigguered those memories from my subconscious and BAM! I'm addicted. It's not my fault, you know that fetus are very sensible to this kind of stuff...so it's not my fault. It's my mom's. XD

ps: I apologize in advance for any mistakes in spelling and/or grammar.... I'm tired and sleepy and it's already to late for me.....

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Oh! Look a post!

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Completed!

Complete:

Midnight Ramblings #1: Loki

On love, passion or whatever this is

XD XD XD

Once we're talking about what makes ME happy...

Superhero complexes.... *sigh*

Flame ON!

Spider-man, Spider-man....

OMG! Outro post em português! XD

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Someone Save Me XD

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My Room and I

Isn't it sad?

Blah Blah Blah

Gimme the music *yeah!*

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Sympathy for Loki

Deep connections

Superhero complexes.... sigh

Gimme the music yeah!