They say an end can be a start

If I ever feel better Remind me to spend some good time with you You can give me your number When it's all over I'll let you know

Faz todo o sentido!

"For relaxing times, make it Suntory time"

Turning into something i can't cope with not having stop, stop it could i put my hands up and ask that you stop do i need to be in love i'm lost when it's just me with only a hope to make you happy enough to stay return the words, the looks i give you like they're falling out of me seconds change and at the end your face is inerasable true, i need to be in love i'm lost when it's just me with only a hope to make you happy enough do i need to be in love what is there otherwise from loving just takes a face to make everything else erase stop, stop it could i put my hands up and ask that you stop - Trespassers William My Hands Up

I used to think if I died in an evil place then my soul wouldn't make it to heaven. Well, fuck. I don't care where it goes as long it ain't here.

http://www.musicboxlisboa.com/

play Space Invaders

listen Niguiribeats 16.02.08

www.myspace.com/niguiribeats

"great sound!"

"should be louder!"

"ye!"

(one vodka later...)

"don't get it!"

"?"

"nobody dance!? great sound and they're here to make conversation!

worried about hairstyle, last episode of Dr.House...

the guy looking..."

"sometimes they should just... disconnect!"

"look at the DJ's! they're rocking!"

"we know what you mean..."

quase 6h... já!? já chega! vamos ao Jamaica! não! mhh eu vou! eu vou? ela fica... vocês ficam! eu vou! e táxi? é lá fora! pois... ok, curte milhões!

(não conheço ninguém! boa! será que ele ainda está no Jamaica? )

"Pode-se entrar?!" "Espera!"

"... mas o meu casaco está lá dentro!" "Paga!"

(que cena!)

... Break on through to the other side...

Break on through to the other side

(oh, quero ouvir! lotação esgotada!? quando é que não está?! )

hey, deixe-nos entrar... só para ouvir esta música!

TA FECHADO! TA FECHADO! TA FECHADO!

Boa noite! é para a estrada de benfica! Obrigada

text message: Jim, afinal estavas no Jamaica! não consegui entrar! sorry! cya!

Fancy a music?

... daquelas músicas que é necessário ouvir com o volume quase no máximo... de headphones colados, all star nos pés e uma t-shirt com um statement a la Spike (see movie bellow) ... saimos como se fossemos super-heróis, agasalhados até à alma que o tempo não dá para menos, e transferimos a vibe desta música pelos anónimos... andar, andar, andar... apressado, contorna, desvia, pára mas anda ao som de Tribulations... se te apetecer dança, entra no metro e dança, convida um estranho e lança o teu power, a tua good vibe... agora pára e observa como a música contagiou, até tu já bates o pé por baixo da secretária. Estou aqui, vês? Estou aqui!! ... com aquele jeito de dançar, liguei as pilhas... mão no ar e sorriso colado! Olho para ti e vejo o que tu vês... A festa está em ti!

What's wrong with you?

Let me think about that. I'll tell you the next time I see you.

It's ok to be strange...

Frank: Good night Dwayne.

Dwayne: [scribbles on notepad] Don't kill yourself tonight.

Frank: Not on your watch Dwayne. I wouldn't do that to you.

Dwayne: [on notepad] Welcome to hell.

Frank: Thanks Dwayne. Coming from you that means a lot.

"I read somewhere... how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong... but to feel strong." Alexander Supertramp

He shakes it off and looks to his copy of Doctor Zhivago for
distraction. Thumbing through the pages he focuses his
eyes on the page:
...And that an unshared happiness is not
happiness...
Chris steals his pencil from within the pages of the
book, scribbling across the page:
HAPPINESS ONLY REAL WHEN SHARED.

Long nights, Into the Wild, Eddie Vedder

Have no fear For when I'm alone I'll be better off than I was before I've got this light I'll be around to grow Who I was before I cannot recall Long nights allow me to feel...I'm falling...I am falling The lights go out Let me feel I'm falling I am falling safely to the ground

I'll take this soul that's inside me now Like a brand new friend I'll forever know I've got this light And the will to show I will always be better than before Long nights allow me to feel...I'm falling...I am falling The lights go out Let me feel I'm falling I am falling safely to the ground

My thoughts are creeping

I’ve drived trough here before… I think so… this fog is confusing me… or is it the pills?? They run fast! Oh, this fog!! I shouldn’t take the pills, this way; I shouldn’t have met the guy… NOW this fog! Is it fog? Maybe it’s my ‘blue’ eyes, unfocused, regret feeling keep bouncing in my head! Why? Why this mist? Can’t see nothing… nothing beside a blurry image, flashes of a hideous night… wait! Don’t remember! But I feel… I feel the fog consuming my thoughts… I need to remember! I NEED TO KNOW! Ok, calm down… Shit! Where are my cigarettes? I don’t smoke this brand? Why I have this brand? DON’T REMEMBER!! (“Do you have light?”) I remember something, someone that I’ve asked for light… but these aren’t my cigarettes!!! ‘Bates Motel’!!??? Match sticks from Bates Motel?? Bates Motel??!! I don’t know… well maybe I spent the night there… yesterday… where was I?? Can’t remember… and THIS FOG, the mist! Shit! SHIT!! Please calm down, smoke a cigarette and put the music louder…

In the dark and fuzzy night a humming trough the car radio:

...And it's been so long, that I can't explain and it's been so wrong Right now, so wrong...

27.03.08

"Yo ya no soy yo, por lo menos no soy el mismo yo interior"

"Pies, para qué los quiero, Si tengo alas para volar..."

It's true, we are leaders, but at Citroen the revolution never stops

"In the ad, Mao looks disparagingly down at a sportycar. French carmaker Citroen has withdrawn an ad featuring a doctored portrait of former Chinese leader Mao Zedong, after complaints it was an insult. In the ad, carried in Spanish newspaper El Pais, Mao scowls at a hatchback. "It's true, we are leaders, but at Citroen the revolution never stops," reads the text below the portrait.

Citroen apologised for the "inappropriate" ad, which Chinese chatroom users had complained "hurts our national pride". "This is no small thing," said one visitor to achatroom about the ad - based on the famous portrait of Mao which hangs in Beijing's Tiananmen Square. "It has an influence on the whole country. It damages the whole Chinese people." (...)

Nearly 32 years after his death, Chairman Mao remains revered by some Chinese, despite his promotion of policies such as "Great Leap Forward" which ended in the deaths of millions, and the profound social and economic changes China has since seen.

In a statement, Citroen said it regretted any"displeasure" caused, and said it had ordered the advert to be pulled immediately. "We repeat our good feelings towards the Chinese people, and confirm that we respect the representatives and symbols of the country," said the statement in Chinese."

The Catherine Tate Show

Não consigo colocar os vídeos mas aqui ficam alguns links:

Not Drunk Enough: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AFc3OWZWyxM

Lauren - French Exam: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zV1zK8zRCPo

Sheila Carter Funeral: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NNQMyMLnakc

Shitake Mushrooms: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HpUn9tzwj2E

Valley Girl - In this bar:



(Este último consegui... ok... mas vejam os outros! Britcom, I love it!)

...amazing love...

'M2S got together again in January '01 in Rio to record a collection of some of the lesser-known beautiful pieces written by Antonio Carlos "Tom" Jobim. Thanks to the generosity of Jobim's family, the group had the honor to record in the most inspiring setting imaginable, the study of Tom Jobim. As if that wasn't enough, the setting provided the ultimate perk; it enabled Sakamoto to record the album on Jobim's piano, "The whole experience was spiritual, as if Tom's spirit came into me through the fingerprints on the keys of his piano. During one of the recordings at his house a bird suddenly sang in the middle of the song. We all thought that was Tom."'



... não sei quem sou quando oiço M2S, sou portuguesa do Brasil, sou mais uma nota, a pausa, cúmplice sentimento de pertencer à música, a esta música... sou um sorriso de olhos fechados para ver o grande Amor... gostava que avistasses o meu mundo... eu gostava de ver o teu!

I know you do, baby.

[Mickey:] "The whole world's coming to an end, Mal." [Mallory:] "I see angels, Mickey. They're comin' down for us fromheaven. And I see you ridin' a big red horse. You're drivin' the horses, whippin' 'em. And they're spittin' and barfin' allon you now. They're coming right at us. And I see the future. There's no death 'cause you and I, we're angels." [Mickey:] "I love you, Mal..." [Mallory:] "I know you do, baby. I've loved you since the day we met." in Natural Born Killers

tell me how you feel...

Father by Anthony Rother (Tanks Katie, for this sound!)

"Who wants to dance?"

PICK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE......... everyday...

TELL IT LIKE IT IS, TELL THEM...

Remember, remember...

... the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I know of no reason why gunpowder, treason
Should ever be forgot…

Evey: Who are you?

V. : Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask.

Evey: Well I can see that.

V. : Of course you can, I'm not questioning your powers of observation, I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.

Evey: Oh, right.

V. : But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace soubriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona. Voila! In view humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the “vox populi” now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin, van guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honour to meet you and you may call me V.

Evey: Are you like a crazy person?

V. : I’m quite sure they will say so.

Soldier's Poem

Throw it all awayLet's lose ourselves'Cause there's no one left for us to blameIt's a shame we're all dyingAnd do you think you deserve your freedomHow could you send us so far away from homeWhen you know damn well that this is allI would still lay down my life for youAnd do you think you deserve your freedomNo I don't think you doThere's no justice in the worldThere's no justice in the worldAnd there never was by Muse

Wake up...

BUNNY: My name is Frank. I want you to follow me.

DONNIE: Why?

FRANK: I'm here to save you. The world is coming to an end, Donnie.

FRANK: Look up in the sky, Donnie.

FRANK: 28 days... 6 hours... 42 minutes... 12 seconds. That is when the world will end.