The six blind men and the elephant.

Um texto que encontrei na internet... (A text I found online...) Worth reading!

Imagine that six blind men encounter an elephant for the first time ... One blind man bumps into the leg of the elephant, feeling it carefully... Another blind man bumps into the trunk of the elephant which is swaying around and groping in ...his pocket looking for food ... Another blind man bumps into the elephant's tail which is hanging limply down from above, and he carefully feels the tail ... Another blind man bumps into the side of the elephant, and feels it... Another blind man groping around, feels an ear of the elephant, which the elephant is flapping back and forth... the last blind man bumps into one of the elephants tusks, feeling the sharp point of the tusk... Later, they are discussing their experience of feeling an elephant ... The first blind man says, "An elephant is like a tree trunk growing up out of the ground" ...“The second blind man says, "no, no, an elephant is not like a tree trunk, an elephant is like a big snake, twisting and moving around" ... The third blind man says, " No, an elephant is not like a tree or snake, an elephant is like a thick rope hanging down from above !” ... The fourth blind man say, "no, an elephant is like a wall"... the fifth blind man says,"you are all wrong, an elephant is like a fan flapping back and forth"... and the last blind man says, "it is not like any of those things, "It is like a spear with a sharp point"... Each one knows what he experienced and to him that is the "truth", so each blind man is convinced that he is "right", and that the other five are "wrong" ... These rational blind men will easily conclude that an elephant cannot be "a tree", "a wiggling snake", "a rope hanging down", "a wall", a "flapping fan", and a sharp spear", all at the same time ... If each of these blind men were a "prophet", and the elephant were the "God concept", each would found a different religion based on his own experience ... Each would espouse a seemingly different God concept, which each would claim to be true ... The six concepts (the leg, the trunk, the tail, the side, the ear, and the tusk of the elephant) would seem to be six totally different contradictory ideas ... But if they could "see" the whole elephant they would realize that there was no contradiction ... Each had experienced a detail of the total elephant ... But each had missed the concept of "ELEPHANT” completely ... In this way, each was true, and yet each was also false.

Thinking of you

Lying all alone and restless, unable to lose this image
Sleepless, unable to focus on anything but your surrender

Tuggin' a rythm to the vision that's in my head
Tuggin' a beat to the sight of you lying

So delighted with a new understanding
Something about a little evil that makes
That unmistakable noise I was hearing
Unmistakable sound that I know so well

Spent and sighing with a look in your eyes
Spit and sweatin' with a look on your face like

Sweet revelation, sweet surrender,
Surrender, surrender, surrender

Tuggin' a rythm to the vision that's in my head
Tuggin' a beat to the sight of you lying

So delighted with a new understanding
Something about a little evil that makes
That unmistakable noise I was hearing
Unmistakeable sound I know so well

Spent and sighing with a look in your eyes
Spent an sweatin' with a look on your face like

Sweet revelation, sweet surrendering
Sweet revelation, sweet

Thinking of you, thinking of you,
Thinking...

Sweet revelation, sweet surrendering
Sweet revelation...

by A Perfect Circle

Wild Is The Wind

I tried to make you happy
You know I tried so hard to be
What you hoped that I would be
I gave you what wanted
God couldn't give you what you need
You wanted more from me
Than I could ever be
You wanted heart and soul
But you didn't know, baby

Wild, wild is the wind
That takes me away from you
Cold is the night without your love
To see me through
Wild, wild is the wind
That blows through my heart

Wild is the wind,
Wild is the wind
You got to understand, baby
Wild is the wind

You need someone to hold you
Somebody to be there night and day
Someone to kiss your fears away
I just went on pretending
Too weak, too proud, too tough to say
I couldn't be the one
To make your dreams come true
That's why I had to run
Though I needed you, baby

Wild, wild is the wind
That takes me away from you
Cold is the night without your love
To see me through, baby
Wild, wild is the wind
That blows through my heart tonight
That tears us apart

Wild is the wind,
Wild is the wind
You got to understand, baby
Wild is the wind

Maybe a better man
Would live and die for you
Baby, a better man would
Never say goodbye to you

Wild, wild is the wind
That takes me away from you
Cold is the night without your love
To see me through, baby
Wild, wild is the wind
That blows through my heart tonight
That tears us apart

Wild is the wind,
Wild is the wind
You got to understand, baby
Wild is the wind

by Bon Jovi

Walking on a Better Day

As you went out tonight
You seemed to be alright.
You're so mysterious,
Your eyes so serious…
You're walking on a better day.

You've never crossed the line
Of our dimension of time.
You've tried to feel the truth,
With your old point of view.

I know it's hard for you,
I've tried to do it too.
You're walking on a better day.

If I ever put myself on stage
I'll never see your love again…
You'll deny it now, you'll deny it now,
But I know it's true for sure.
You're waiting for one more signal.
Just waiting for one more signal.

You're walking on a better day.

If I ever freeze your chest with fear
I'll never touch your heart again...
Don't deny me now, don't deny me now,
Don't deny my love for you.
I'm searching for someone to laugh with.

You're walking on a better day.

by Blasted Mechanism

The Wreckage Of My Flesh

Loathsome I've become.
A creature so undone.
Wretched and broken.
I cannot find my faith.
Any God will do.
Nothing said is new.
Nothing said is true.
Fly away my hope.

The embrace of shade holds me dear
Eats me away.
Loose the dogs of disgrace upon me.
I have no faith.
Raise the poor outcast I have become.
I am undone.
Calm is the air. Still is the sea.
The valley of death keeps calling me.

Rest my eyes from the world.
This dying place, it's so absurd.
Oh, Christ above, whom I love.
Lost to me. My snow white dove.
Make this day like the night.
Songs of darkness and words of light.
Pulling down my heart.
I won't forget my lover's heart.

With utter loathing and scorn,
I was somehow born.
Strewn in black decay.
None shall I obey.
The wreckage of my flesh
The nakedness of my death.

by My Dying Bride

Snuff

Bury all your secrets in my skin
Come away with innocence and leave me with my sins
The air around me still feels like a cage
And love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage again

So if you love me let me go
And run away before I know
My heart is just too dark to care
I can't destroy what isn't there

Deliver me into my fate
If I'm alone I cannot hate
I don't deserve to have you
Ooh, my smile was taken long ago
If I can change I hope I never know

I still press your letters to my lips
And cherish them in parts of me that savor every kiss
I couldn't face a life without your lights
But all of that was ripped apart when you refused to fight

So save your breath, I will not care
I think I made it very clear
You couldn't hate enough to love
Is that supposed to be enough?

I only wish you weren't my friend
Then I could hurt you in the end
I never claimed to be a saint
Ooh, my own was banished long ago
It took the death of hope to let you go

So break yourself against my stones
And spit your pity in my soul
You never needed any help
You sold me out to save yourself

And I won't listen to your shame
You ran away, you're all the same
Angels lie to keep control
Ooh, my love was punished long ago
If you still care don't ever let me know
If you still care don't ever let me know!

by Slipknot

This Love

If ever words were spoken
Painful and untrue
I said I loved but I lied
In my life
All I wanted
Was the keeping
Of someone like you
As it turns out
Deeper within me
Love was twisted and pointed at you

Never ending pain, quickly ending life --

You keep this love, thing, child, toy
You keep this love, fist, scar, break
You keep this love

I'd been the tempting one
Stole her from herself
This gift in pain
Her pain was life
And sometimes I feel so sorry
I regret this the hurting of you
But you make me so unhappy
I'd take my life and leave love with you

I'd kill myself for you, I'd kill you for myself --

You keep this love, thing, child, toy
You keep this love, fist, scar, break
You keep this love

No more head trips!

by Pantera

Wicked Game

World was on fire, no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd need somebody like you
And I never dreamed that I'd need somebody like you

No, I wanna fall in love
(This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I wanna fall in love
(This world is only gonna break your heart)
...with you

(This world is only gonna break your heart)

What a wicked game to play,
To make me feel this way.
What a wicked thing to do,
To let me dream of you.
What a wicked thing to say,
You never felt this way.
What a wicked thing to do,
To make me dream of you.

No, I wanna fall in love
(This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I wanna fall in love
(This world is only gonna break your heart)
...with you

World was on fire, no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
No, and I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you
And I'll never dream that I lose somebody like you, no

No, I wanna fall in love
(This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I wanna fall in love
(This world is only gonna break your heart)
...with you

(This world is only gonna break your heart)
...

Nobody loves no one

by H.I.M.
e é a primeira vez que posto uma lyric inteira deles.lol

Título do blog II - Paciênca

Que se f*da! Vou voltar ao mesmo título. Este não me dá aquele sentimento de bem estar (wtf?)!

Titulo do blog.

Mudei o titulo, como se pode ver. A razão está no post "If only everyone would change".
Estava indecisa entre "Washing the world away" e "Our sick story (Thus far)", depois de ter eliminado uma lista inteira, ora está.
"Washing the world away" parece me estranho... se calhar ainda não me habituei simplesmente. Agora vou-lhe dar uns dias, a ver no que dá. Se encontrar um melhor, mudo.

Coisa do momento.

Apetece-me escrever!
Escrevo.
Não sei o que escrever...
Que coisa!
Que raiva!
Sinto tanta coisa,
Não penso nada.
Desisto.
Não escrevo.

If only everyone would change...

Faz sentido? Porque haveria de querer que os outros mudassem? Para sermos todos iguais? Para serem o que é "correcto" a meu ver? Onde estaria a diversão de viver e conhecer pessoas, então? Perderíamos aquele brilho nos olhos, aquela alegria, quando conhecemos alguém com os mesmos gostos que nós - música, filmes, livros, seja o que for! Não haveria assim, um único individuo à face da terra interessante. O interessante é o diferente ou o raro. E mesmo quando não é raro, ao menos não é cópia!

E isto tudo para dizer que vou mudar o nome ao blog. LOL

Untitled. Álvaro de Campos.

Quero acabar entre rosas, porque as amei na infância.
Os crisantemos de depois, desfolhei-os a frio.
Falem pouco, devagar.
Que eu não oiça, sobretudo com o pensamento.
O que quis? Tenho as mãos vazias,
Crispadas flébilmente sobre a colcha longínqua.
O que pensei? Tenho a boca seca, abstracta.
O que vivi? Era tão bom dormir!

Prostitute

Seems like forever and a day.

If my intentions are misunderstood,
Please be kind
I've done all I should.
I won't ask of you
What I would not do.
Oh, I saw the damage in you
My fortunate one
The envy of youth.

Why would they
Tell me to please those
That laugh in my face?
When all of the reasons
They've taught us
Fall over themselves
To give way

It's not a question of
Whether my heart is true
Streamlined
I had to pull thought
Look for a new
Beginning on you
Oh I got a message for you
Up and away
It's what I gotta do
Forgive what you have
For what you might lose.

What would you say
If I told you that I'm to blame?
And what would you do
If I had to deny your name?
Where would you go if I told you
I love you and then walked away?
And who should I turn to
If not for the ones
That you could not save

I told you when I found you
If there were doubts you
Should be careful and unafraid
Now they surround you
And all that amounts to
Is love that you fed by
Perversion and fame

So if my affections
Are misunderstood
And you decide
I'm up
To no good
Don't ask me to
Enjoy them
Just for you

Ask yourself
What I would choose
To prostitute myself
To live with fortune and shame
Oh yeah
When you should
Have turned to the hearts
Of the ones
That you would not save

I told you
When I found you
All that amounts to
Is love that you fed by
Perversion and fame

by Guns N' Roses

Fallen Angels

Sun going down, she opens her eyes
It's dark in the belfry and cold
Whispers of rain, wind in the sky
So long it's been all she's been told

Dream child, you're all alone
Roaming through the night
Scream child, lost and ashamed
For all the tears you cry

You're a child in sadness
A chessboard nightmare to go
Hear that silent symphony
Calling you up to the shore and you'll see us

As we sail away, moonstruck and astray
We're fallen angels
We're the scary tale to scare your mind away
From fallen angels

So many days wasted in haze
You're free, oh so free on their strings
Illusions of life, they say you can fly
They laugh and they cut off your wings

Night child, they give you steel
And make you believe that it's gold
Lies child, all that you're told
Is just what you shall know

When they know we are evil
We're strangers
And danger and fire,
The dark and the light
We are eyes in the night
Lost souls they curse
For we've found it inside

As we sail away, moonstruck and astray
We're fallen angels
We're the scary tale to scare your mind away
From fallen angels

When they say you're a fossil
When their eyes nail you to the cross
Take their curse and join our way
Welcome my friend on the ship of the damned

As we sail away, moonstruck and astray
We're fallen angels
We're the scary tale to scare your mind away
From fallen angels

by Edguy

Um sonho alcançado

The Heroin Diaries by Nikki Sixx

"October 23rd, 1987

(...)some kid in this band last night told me and Tommy he kicked in the doors of the venue here when we were sound checking on the Theatre of Pain tour...I remember that. All the fans came rushing in...ha ha ha...Then after we spoke for a bit he went onstage with his band V05. You should have seen these guys' hair! It was to the ceiling! But the little fucker could sing his balls off. He told me, You just watch, I'm gonna be a star someday..."

Nikki: Well, that kid got his dream - he later joined Skid Row and became Sebastian Bach. I always like that kind of story. How often do we get to see someone get exactly what they wish for?

-----

Estava eu a folhear o Heroin Diaries quando encontrei isto. E como eu ando toda viciada no Sebastian Bach, achei giro de partilhar :3

Random writing

I wish I could see you.
I wish I could touch you.
Oh, I wish I could reach you...
Here I am, alone, and all
I can think about is you.
What is happening to me?
Losing my reason,
Wanting what I cannot have.
But I do want you so much...
Oh, someone save me from this feeling...
From this love...
Is it right to call it love?
Maybe, maybe not...
The truth is,
I need you.

The Scarecrow

I pity the scarecrow.
Scaring everyone.
He couldn't change, even if he tried.
He was born alone,
He will die alone.
No one understands him.
He has nothing more than broken dreams.
Poor scarecrow.

I don't pity the scarecrow.
What's wrong on being alone?
He will survive.

I'm just like the scarecrow.
I scare everyone.
"Thousands of broken dreams."
But I don't care,
I will survive.
I don't need the crows.

Subhuman Race

Jesus! He knows the story, he knows the position that I'm in.
A hooker knows the feeling to get fucked the way I've been.
Turn my insides out; your mouth drank my water.

You look at me like I'm subhuman!
You talk to me like I'm subhuman!
You're treating me like I'm subhuman!
You're jumping into the subhuman race!

Brothers hear my story, but don't you take no pity out on me.
A soldier knows the feeling to be pushed out in a field.
Taking liberties; burned by your dictation.

You look at me like I'm subhuman!
You talk to me like I'm subhuman!
You're treating me like I'm subhuman!
You're jumping into the subhuman race!

by Skid Row

Novidades! (Ou melhor dizendo, Coisas...)

Estou aborrecida, por isso venho para aqui inventar.

Para quem não sabe (eu não sei porque é que ainda penso que alguém lê isto, mas anyway o.o), o meu telemóvel estragou-se, por isso tenho andado com o da minha irmã. Até ontem à noite. O telemóvel dela decidiu morrer também! OU SEJA, agora estou sem telemóvel!!! YAH!!! I'm doomed! T_T
E o timing foi péssimo também... mas nem vou falar nisso!

Depois, os exames estão quase aí. E eu não quero! Tenho preguiça para estudar!! E quando penso em exames só penso em universidade, e depois vem o stress! AII

E é esta a minha vida! Nhec.

Oh, btw, dia 14 de Junho lançamento do "CD FNAC NOVOS TALENTOS 2010" com... MATILHA :D (e mais uns quantos, mas...matilha!)
E é só 4€! Comprem! NOW!

Design!

Como o blogspot estava todo ansioso para eu experimentar o novo Design, assim e o fiz. E taraaan, é assim que ficou!
Se alguém aqui vier, diga o que acha :D Estou um cado indecisa...mas acho que ficou giro.

Adeus!

O Recreio

Na minh'Alma há um balouço
Que está sempre a balouçar -
Balouço à beira dum poço,
Bem difícil de montar...

- E um menino de bibe
Sobre ele sempre a brincar...

Se a corda se parte um dia,
(E já vai estando esgarçada),
Era uma vez a folia:
Morre a criança afogada...

- Cá por mim não mudo a corda.
Seria grande estopada...

Se o indez morre, deixa-lo...
Mais vale morrer de bibe
Que de casaca... Deixa-lo
Balouçar-se enquanto vive...

- Mudar a corda era fácil...
Tal ideia nunca tive...

by Mário de Sá-Carneiro (1915)

Stockholm Syndrome

I won't stand in your way.
Let your hatred grow.
And she'll scream,
And she'll shout,
And she'll pray,
And she had a name.
Yeah, she had a name!

And I won't hold you back.
Let your anger rise.
And we'll fly,
And we'll fall,
And we'll burn.
No one will recall.
No one will recall!

This is the last time I'll abandon you,
And this is the last time I'll forget you.
I wish I could!

Look to the stars.
Let hope burn in your eyes.
And we'll love,
And we'll hope,
And we'll die.
All to no avail.
All to no avail!

This is the last time I'll abandon you,
And this is the last time I'll forget you.
I wish I could!

by Muse

Situations

Situations are irrelevant now.
She loves the way that I tease,
I love the way that she breathes.

I touched her ooh, she touched my ahhh, it was the craziest thing.
I love the girls who hate to love because they're just like me.
A certain girl she took my hand and ran it up her thigh.
She licked her lips and pulled my hair, I fall in love for a night.

She can't behave and I'm just a slave,
Don't worry I'll be gone when the morning comes.

Darling what is going on?
Honestly that never happened
Lying is your favorite passion.
Leave me, go where you belong
Higher heels and lipstick napkins.
Dying is your latest fashion!

The frustration it's a regular thing,
I hate the ones who love to hate because they're just like me.
A certain girl she took her hand and put it in my lap
"It's way too full," she said.
Once you have me you'll always come back.

She can't behave and I'm just a slave,
Don't worry I'll be gone when the morning comes.

Darling what is going on?
Honestly that never happened
Lying is your favorite passion.
Leave me, go where you belong
Higher heels and lipstick napkins.
Dying is your latest fashion!

I know you love to resist
And all it takes is a kiss
And you just love to hate me.

You know you love all the lies,
So don't act surprised
That I just love to hate you.

I kissed your lips you pulled my hair it was the craziest thing.
I love the girls who love to hate.

Darling what is going on?
Honestly that never happened
Lying is your favorite passion.
Leave me, go where you belong
Higher heels and lipstick napkins.
Dying is your latest fashion!

by Escape The Fate

O-M-G!

Já há algum tempo que não faço random useless posts. Por isso, aqui está mais um :3
Descobri agora que ainda não postei NEM UMA ÚNICA lyrics dos Escape The Fate!!! O que é de estranhar...eu pensava que já tinha posto a "Situations"... vou têr de pôr agora!
E pronto... é isso.
Está calor.

Roses to No one

I'm feeling this time
As bad as never before
A bleeding wag is fading away
Once you needed me
For spending delight
But below this funny mask
There's a crying face

The way that I smile is the way that I cry
But you'll never realize
My reputation is the one of a fool
Now watch how a poet dies
Hear his cries

And I dedicate my roses to no one
Cause there is no mind to help me to see
The reason we need
A light for the lonesome
And no one to drink
The blood that I bleed

The poet inside, wasn't giving a chance
So we had to live apart
And I realized - my best friend am I
And not those parasites
Who try to stare into my heart

The way that I feel is the way that I heal
My body and soul and my life
And I know you just think I'm a fool
Now watch how a poet flies, see him rise

And I dedicate my roses to no one
'Cause there is no mind to help me to see
The reason we need
A light for the lonesome
And no one to drink
The blood that I bleed

by Edguy

Dust

Life doesn't change.
We are all the same.
The events are all the same.
Does anything change?
No.
Don't we end all the same way?
Rich or poor?
Smart or dumb?
Yes. Dead.
So, why do we worry so much?
We are all dust.
And we will all end dust.

No Salvation (Goodbye)

"I can't deny,
You still make me cry..."
Here I am again.
Nothing changed.
This time I'm crying, though.
I don't know why.
But I can't stop.
"I'm as weak as a child."
I've broken down,
I think.
I won't ask you to save me this time.
I'll just fade away.
No point in dragging you down with me,
Right?
Oh well...
I guess this is goodbye,
'Cause there's no salvation for me.

Save Me

You said you were going to save me.
I trusted you.
I waited for you to save me,
You didn't come.
Why didn't you save me?
Was something stopping you?
You say you tried.
What happened then?
I'm still waiting...
A part of me says you will never come.
But the bigger part, the one that loves you, believes you will
And you are the only one able to save me.
The truth is, I don't know anything anymore.
I don't know what to believe in.
Just save me...
Don't let me waiting no more.
I don't know how much longer I can take.
I'm only waiting for you...
I want to leave, but
I'm waiting for you...
Save me...
Quick...
Please...
I can't wait forever!
I will try, but I can't.
If you really love me,
Come.
Hug me.
Love me.
Kiss me...
Save me!
Will you?

A response to the Revolution Muslim (but not directly, I don't want to be bombed)

http://tiny.cc/eps8i -> The Revolution Muslim "Article"

After reading it, I realized that the Revolution Muslim is confusing the episode of South Park with the Iraq war.
First, Trey and Matt (probably) weren't even thinking about the Iraq war! They were only criticizing the fact that the Muslims don't even let people show Muhammad, while every other religion does - what makes you so different/more important?

"By placing the Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) in a bear suit, the creators of South Park sought to insult the sacred, and show their blatant and general disregard for religion. By insulting our beloved Prophet (peace be upon him) without the outright depicting of his image, the creators of South Park thought that they had found some loophole in the Muslim faith for them to mock."

---
"While the makers of South Park are probably unaware of these issues, and they are merely pawns in a dangerous game, they are playing right into the hands of those who wish to change our religion. The destruction of the Islamic identity is not something which Muslims can tolerate, and this is something being directly funded by the American regime."

Now this is ridiculous. NO ONE WANTS YOU TO CHANGE YOUR RELIGION!

"Individual Muslims may react in quite the same manner as those non-Muslims, claiming that we are making Islam look backwards and ancient, overreacting and bringing about more harm than good."

Exactly! That's the problem, and that's the only thing the world is trying to "change". We DO respect your religion!

"Many are proclaiming that the South Park episode’s insult was minimal and some might inquire about a situation where the insult is not that great. The renowned scholar Imam Malik said, «If someone says that the button of the Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) is dirty, then he should be executed!»"

And that too... The extreme! That's what so wrong!


"Free speech is a vital tool in the staving of oppression, but this function has its limits."

One thing is to know the line, another is to cut free speech just for referring a prophet.


"This shows that taking this stance is virtually obligatory, but it does not mean that our taking this stance is in some way an absolute call toward the requirement that the creators of South Park must be killed, nor a deliberate attempt at incitement, it is only to declare the truth regardless of consequence and to offer an awareness in the mind of Westerners when they consider doing the same thing."

Bullshit. You did threaten them and you did encourage others to take action if this went on... Otherwise, why would you give Comedy Central adress, and others?


"We would also like Mr. Parker and Mr. Stone to understand the tastelessness of their portrayal, apologize and reflect on the words that follow. An apology or at least recognition of bad taste might not remedy the situation, but it would go a long way toward turning this situation from a gaping wound into an ugly scar."

They won't do that, and I'm glad for it! They didn't do anything wrong! They just expressed their opinion, saying that Muslims should let them show their prophet, just like other religions. They were NOT mocking your religion! They normally do mock other religions, it's true, and sometimes that goes out of line, but they have a point when the only thing they want is to show the prophet, and nothing more than that. And I don't say the name, 'cause if they got bleeped, I'm afraid of what it will happen to me.

Oh, and other thing! "Kyle's customary final speech was about intimidation and fear. It didn't mention Muh** at all but it got bleeped too." Hmm... I wonder why's that?


"Revolution Muslim, your type of hatred and intolerance, that's the enemy." - Jon Stewart

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Qualquer fã de South Park que se preze está a par da polémica que se passa à volta do último episódio, "201".
E qualquer pessoa que seja a favor da liberdade de expressão, está contra o que se passou.
Eu, como fã E como pessoa, estou indignada com isto!
A Comedy Central está a portar-se como uma cambada de pussies, the Revolution Muslim como uma cambada de ca..., quer dizer, parvos!
Para além de ser algo inadmissível nos dias que correm, e vivendo nós num mundo democrático (pelo menos o Norte, vá, mas os EUA incluem-se aqui!).
"If the First Amendment can be threatened so openly, imagine what's next." (via Brain_Wash)

"Revolution Muslim, your type of hatred and intolerance, that's the enemy." - Jon Stewart
http://tiny.cc/edgst <- Daily Show

"Kyle's customary final speech was about intimidation and fear. It didn't mention Muhammad at all but it got bleeped too."
http://tiny.cc/cgs6d <- Matt Stone and Trey Parker!

"Free speech and censorship don't work together - choose a side. I choose to show Muhammed. Here he is lying down >-|o" (Peter Nickson, some random guy from facebook.)

Which South Park character are you?

You Scored as Eric Cartman

'AY! You're Cartman! Looks like you're the fat one of the bunch. You are controlling, mean, and extremely racist. You always have a smart-ass comment to everything and you want your way all the time. But you enjoy playing by yourself, probably because there's no one to push you around (but mainly because you play with dolls). RESPECT MY AUTHORITAH!

Eric Cartman

92%

Stan Marsh

83%

Kenny McCormick

83%

Jimmy

75%

Kyle Broflovski

67%

Butters

58%

Tweak

58%

Shelly

58%

Timmy

25%

Blowing Out The Flame

I sold my soul for diamonds
And reason for acclaim
Been begging for white angels
To blow my mind away

Been growing funny flowers
Where roses never grew
I stayed awake all night
When I woke up from dreams
Of me and you

I tried to take the sun and I went blind
God help me to erase you from my mind
I'm growing cold
And the night is yet to come
Anyone tell me is this

The way it's meant to be
Lost and isolated
I'm way too complicated
For you to lean on me

I play a losing game
I cried in desperation
Mental devastation
I'm blowing out the flame

Self-pity gave me shelter
I always hid away in vice
Dyslexic, torn and tattered
I tried to read the signs

You never tried to take a look
At the one I'd have died to be
Now it seems you don't see me at all

Was it all worth it
Visions holding sway
When the real thing got lost along the way
Yes anyone tell me is this

The way it's meant to be
I'm lost and isolated
Way too complicated
For you to lean on me

I play a losing game
I cried in desperation
Mental devastation
I'm blowing out the flame

by Avantasia

Suicide influences

"If someone wants to blame art, why are kids taught to read Romeo and Juliet in school? Here's a story about kids killing each other for one very important reason: their parents didn't understand them."

Marilyn Manson

I wonder what is worse, Manson's lyrics or Shakespeare. - Or maybe, just maybe, none of them are harmful.
But lets go the easy way and just blame Manson.

It's not you, it's me.

Another day in our room, another day in hell.
Another day on the front lines.
Another night on the town, now here we go again.
Let's hope that this is the last time.

Let's call it a day.
I've had enough, I've had enough of this!
Let's put it away.
It'd take a better man than me to put up with this.

It's not the way you talk to me as if I was a goddamn idiot,
It's not the way you play games with my head.
It's not the way you disappear for a week without a word to anyone.
I'll be happy to take the blame - It's not you, it's me.

Now there's no need to pretend, no need for pleasantries.
No need for "let's just be friends".
I'll take my bowie records, you keep your "tapestry"
And I'll even let you keep "the bends".

Let's put it to bed.
I've had enough, I've had enough of it!
Let's pronounce it dead.
It'd take a better man then me to put up with this.

It's not the way you talk to me as if I was a goddamn idiot,
It's not the way you play games with my head.
It's not the way you disappear for a week without a word to anyone.
I'll be happy to take the blame - It's not you, it's me.

Now you're a world away and I don't have anything
But I've never been so happy!

It's not the way you talk to me as if I was a goddamn idiot,
It's not the way you play games with my head.
It's not the way you disappear for a week with out a word to anyone.
I'll be happy to take the blame - It's not you, it's me.

It's not the way you talk to me as if I was a fucking idiot,
It's not the way you play games with my head.
It's not the way you disappear for a week without a word to anyone.
I'll be happy to take the blame - It's not you, it's me...

by Sin City Sinners

Shaun White

Ultimamente tem-se falado muito no Shaun White, por ele ter ganho a medalha de ouro nas Olimpíadas de Inverno (Snowboard) - Na primeira volta ele ficou tão à frente que já era impossível ultrapassá-lo. Mas eu falo nele por outra razão, por ele ser incrivelmente GIRO!
Está bem que ele foi awesome, mas fogo, o rapaz é mesmo lindo!! *dreamy eyes*

Para quem quiser ver o vídeo, clique aqui.

Não tenho titulo para isto...

Sonhar... Viver...
Que fazer?
Não sei...
Do I care?
Penso que não...
Should I?
Penso que não...

Ah, cansaço.
Ah, agonia.
Ah, ah, ah!
Ai, vida.
Ai, morte.
Ai, ai, ai...

A voz desvanece...
A mão abranda...
Os olhos desejam fechar,
Mas não podem.
Acorda!
Não te deixes dormir.
Podes não voltar a acordar.

Ou então...
Dorme!
Não te deixes acordar.
Podes não voltar a adormecer.

Queres dormir,
Ou nunca mais o fazer?
Morte,
Ou imortalidade?

Morre,
Acaba o sofrimento...
"Não há razão para tanto sofrimento, mãe"
Adeus.

The Outsider

Help me if you can.
It's just that this, this is not the way I'm wired.
So could you please,

Help me understand why
You've given into all these
Reckless dark desires.

You're lying to yourself again!
Suicidal imbecile!
Think about it, put it on the faultline.
What'll it take to get it through to you precious?
Over this. Why do you wanna throw it away like this?
Such a mess. I don't want to watch you...

Disconnect and self destruct one bullet at a time.
What's your rush now, everyone will have his day to die!

Medicated, drama queen, picture perfect, numb belligerence.
Narcissistic, drama queen, craving fame and all its decadence.

Lying through your teeth again!
Suicidal imbecile!
Think about it, put it on the faultline.
What'll it take to get it through to you precious?
Over this. Why do you wanna throw it away like this?
Such a mess. I don't want to watch you...

Disconnect and self destruct one bullet at a time.
What's your rush now, everyone will have his day to die!

They were right about you...


Lying to my face again!
Suicidal imbecile!
Think about it, put it on the faultline.
What'll it take to get it through to you precious?
Over this. Why do you wanna throw it away like this?
Such a mess. Over this, over this!

Disconnect and self destruct, one bullet at a time.
What's your hurry, everyone will have his day to die.
If you choose to pull the trigger, should your drama prove sincere,
Do it somewhere far away from here!

by A Perfect Circle

No More

Give me a reason to stay here
'Cause I don't wanna live in fear.
I can't stop the rain,
but I can stop the tears.
Oh, I can't fight the fire,
But I can fight the fear.

No more, I just can't live here
No more, I can't take it, can't take it!
No more, what do we stand for?
When we all live in fear!

Give me a reason to believe,
'Cause you don't wanna see me leave.
I can't stop the rain,
But I can stop the tears.
Oh, I can't fight the fire,
But I can fight the fear.

No more, I just can't live here
No more, I can't take it, can't take it!
No more, what do we stand for?
When we all live in fear!

by Three Days Grace

Fly Away

I've waited my whole life to find you
I've dreamed like the desert dreams of rain
When the heavens opened up
And you descended
the raindrops through my fingers
slipped away

Now I'm so afraid that you'll fly away
And no cage on earth could ever make you stay
Now I'm so afraid that you'll fly away
I was afraid you'd fly away
When the cage is open
We'll fly away

So I tried to be everything that you wanted
But failed to be anything at all
I knew there'd come a day when you'd discover
I'm just an ordinary human after all

And I'm so afraid that you'll fly away
And no cage on earth could ever make you stay
Now I'm so afraid that you'll fly away
I was afraid you'd fly away
When the cage is open
We'll fly away

These wings are broken
These wings won't fly
I'm trapped here on the ground
While you reach for the sky

But I'm so afraid that you'll fly away
And no cage on earth could ever make you stay
But I'm so afraid to let it fly away
When the cage is open
We'll fly away

When the chains are broken
And the cage is open
Will my heart be broken?
We'll fly away

by The Dreaming

"Pavi gets laid!"

Who are you in Repo! The Genetic Opera - Quiz Result


Pavi Largo























"You are like Pavi Largo, the narcissist/rapist/women-face wearer. You are totally in love with women's faces. Your own face got screwed up somehow, and your fetish with women's faces has lead to wearing them. They attatch with hooks which have been surgically put in your face. You have a strong Italian accent, and you "steal all the hearts". Your weapon is a mirror."

O Problema dos Sonhos

Que eu saiba, os sonhos são "reflexos" da nossa consciência, right? Não me venham com tretas de sonhos que adivinham o futuro e porcarias, se sonhas com algo, é porque está na tua cabeça.
Pois aí está logo o problema. Eu estou a escrever isto, que não vai dar em nada, mas apetece me escrever qualquer coisinha no blog (e este ano não estou com paciência para falar das férias ou de estarmos num novo ano - who cares anyway? vai ser um ano como todos os outros, feios. e não me venham com as tretas do horóscopo "este ano o escorpião vai estar óptimo!" ...yeah right), e porque estou farta dos sonhos que ando a ter. É sempre a mesma coisa. Podem mudar de "personagens" ou coisas, mas insinuam sempre a mesma coisa. E eu não gosto de tal coisa, porque eu já sou confusa o suficiente.
Quando eu me decido de alguma coisa, ou quando deixo de pensar noutra, sou logo atormentada com sonhos que insinuam, praticamente, que estou errada. For fuck sake! Haja paciência! E eu disso não tenho nenhuma.
Agora, se alguém lesse isto, o que diria era "mas se sonhas com isso, é porque no subconsciente or whatever o pensas/queres", e a isso eu respondo - ora muito obrigado, isso sei eu. E é isso que irrita! Quem acredita nas tretas que os sonhos têm respostas ou lá o que for, era um sinal e acabou. Mas eu não acredito em sinais, logo, o problema está na minha cabecinha. Logo, a minha cabeça está me a irritar >:C

Concluindo, este post não serviu para nada nem para falar de nada. Fantástico! Um post mesmo ao meu estilo.
(E nem sei porque continuo a perder tempo com coisas que sei que ninguém vai ler.)