| just to let you know |
[14 Oct 2004|08:47am] |
Hi, I'm back on Live Journal but this time I'll be using another journal, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) nodiplomacy. Anyone who adds me will be added back, hope I hear from all of you again.
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[14 Apr 2004|11:43am] |
so...it's like this:
I've been growing tired with this Live Journal deal for a long time but now I think I've really decided to abandon it. I never feel like posting here anymore and I rarely comment on other people's posts so I'll call it quits for a while. Don't expect any posts from now on but I'll still check your entries now and then. See you all some other time
ps- if you still want to contact me my MSN e-mail is: jpds@net.sapo.pt
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[25 Mar 2004|11:16pm] |
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FYINE
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[21 Mar 2004|07:33pm] |
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Down in Mississippi where the sun beats down from the sky
They give it up and they give it up and they give it up but they never ask why
Daddy was a rolling rollin' stone oh whoa
He rolled away one day and he never came home ha ha ha
It ain't hard to understand, this ain't Hitlers master plan
What it takes to be a man
Ooh in my mind in my brain,
I'm rollin' over like a steamin' frieght train, it ain't hard to astertain
You only see what you want to believe
When you light up in the back with those tricks up your sleeve
That don't mean I can't hang
The day that I die will be the day that I shut my mouth and put down my guitar uh
Sunday morning hold church down at the bar
Get down on your knees and start to pray oh whoa
Pray my itchy rash will go away yow
Now back up y'all it aint me Kentucky fried chicken is all I see
It's a hellified way to start your day
If I make you cry all night, me and daddy gonna have a fist fight
It aint personal it ain't me
I only hear what you told me to be
I'm a backwards ass hillbilly I'm Dick Buttkiss
Uou know I lie I get mean I'm a thief in the dark, I'm a ragin' machine
I'm a triple rectified ass son of a bitch
Rec-tite on my ass and it makes me itch
I can see for miles and miles and miles oh whoa
My broken heart makes me smile
In my mind in my brain I go back I go completly insane
It ain't personal, it ain't me
If I make you cry all night I'll be you daddy at the end of the night
Take a load from my big gun
You only see what you want to belive
When you creep from the back I've got tricks up my sleeve
24/7 devil's best friend
Makes no diffrence it's all same in the end...
I love this song...who'll be the first to guess what song is it?
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| Gato Fedorento a provar mais uma vez que sabe ;) |
[17 Mar 2004|12:49am] |
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POIS, MAS OS CÃES COMEM O SEU PRÓPRIO VOMITADO: Na crónica de Miguel Sousa Tavares da passada sexta-feira (que, por uma vez, não incluía a palavra “quatorze”) podia ler-se a seguinte passagem acerca da adopção de crianças por homossexuais: “Uma vez mais, a minha resposta é: olhem para a natureza. Já viram elefantes "gays" ou focas lésbicas a criarem filhos em comum?”
Longe de mim querer pôr em causa o estilo de vida do sábio elefante e da sensata foca, que, tenho a certeza, ponderaram longamente até se decidirem pela opção de impedir a criação de filhos por casais homossexuais nas suas comunidades. Mas olhemos, de novo, para a natureza: há animais que comem as suas próprias crias. Confesso que espero, com alguma ansiedade, por uma crónica em que Sousa Tavares defenda que a lei que impede a adopção por homossexuais deve, tomando como exemplo a mesma natureza, encorajar a adopção de crianças por canibais. A menos que o exemplo dos doutos animais deva ser seguido, não no que eles fazem, mas apenas no que deixam de fazer. Mesmo nesse caso, faltamos todos os dias ao respeito à mãe natureza, porque não há um único animal que leia livros, coma à mesa ou viva em casas com aquecimento central. Talvez seja por isso que haja quem lhes chame animais... qual é a palavra, exactamente? Irracionais, é isso. De resto, o próprio Sousa Tavares transgride, semanalmente, a lei natural, uma vez que não conheço nenhum animal que escreva crónicas no Público. Bom, se calhar até conheço um.
RAP
Ricardo Araújo Pereira dá-lhe forte ;)
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[15 Mar 2004|11:12pm] |
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Wow does this LJ suck or what? I almost never update it and when I do it's only a bunch of crap that sometimes it's too personal for anyone to understand but myself...yeah well, I never said this would be an interesting journal so to those that still bother with reading this crap I thank you (what's up with the word Crap? I like saying crap...it sounds cool don't you think? haha).
Yeah well times have been tough, but I guess if life was easy it wouldn't be that much of a challenge...and all the less fun don't you think? I've had the opportunity to test the old saying "What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger" and let me tell you that it's true. If you stand up and fight against all the shit that life throws at you instead of sitting down feeling miserable you WILL get stronger...I changed a lot since I first realised this and the recent events were a test...which I must say that I passed...and I feel damn proud about myself =)
No more shit from you little girl....fuck you...
And you know how much I love saying that...
Rock On Everyone
João
PS- Será possível que os Bane sejam assim TÃO bons?!
IT'S IN THE THINGS THAT WE SAID
ALL THAT IT MEANT
IDEALS THAT WON'T FADE
EVERY EFFORT MADE!
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[11 Mar 2004|07:35pm] |
A Call For Blood
For What You've Done
No Tolerance
For What You've Done
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[09 Mar 2004|12:27am] |
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Ska-P - Poder Pal Pueblo |
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I want parties, happiness and entertainment.
I want to laugh, have fun and spend good times.
I want those summertime adventures and to create good memories like I used to.
I want more periods of calmness and I want to get rid of stress.
I want to sing and shout in the middle of the street with a few friends after a great dinner and some drinking.
I want to go back to our "Jackass" days when we did the stupidest things and videotaped them.
I want to go back our skating days where we would fall down, get totally bruised and scratched and laugh at how stupid we were for trying to jump over those stairs without even knowing how to do a proper ollie.
I want to go back to those days as a kid without a care in the world, not having to think about my grades and averages and stuff like that.
I want sing those crappy songs in a karaoke in Algarve with a lot os sangria in my stomach and with all those english old ladies dancing like they were teenagers again.
I want you and I want you to want me.
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| this is kinda like me right now |
[07 Mar 2004|04:02pm] |
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A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal
You look so tired and unhappy
Bring down the government
They don't, they don't speak for us
I'll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide
With no alarms and no surprises...
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[02 Mar 2004|06:57pm] |
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Hatebreed - A Call For Blood |
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Fuck talking, this time I'm fighting for what I want
It's All or Nothing
It's Blood or Glory
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[01 Mar 2004|11:52pm] |
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Já repararam que a interjeição "Foda-se" dá para qualquer situação, sentimento e entoação? Quando estamos furiosos berramos "Foda-se!" de pulmões cheios...se estamos deprimidos sussurramos "foda-se..." entre suspiros melancólicos...se tiramos uma boa nota naquele teste lixado sáimos da sala a rir e a saltar enquanto dizemos "Foda-se consegui!". É por estas e por outras que eu digo que Foda-se é a palavra perfeita: não há outra mais versátil e com tanto significado na língua portuguesa.
PS- Este post nasceu dum atrofio que eu e uns amigos tivemos enquanto estávamos a secar ah espera dum autocarro praí ahs 3 da manhã...portanto percebe-se o anhanço.
PPS- Isto é pouco mais do que uma tentativa de justificar de maneira mais ou menos digna o facto de eu ser um asneirento do caralho....merda tenho de parar com isto...
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So I was bored...sue me.
( Quiz Time )
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[28 Feb 2004|04:47pm] |
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Yeah...so I've been feeling weird as shit lately. Things aren't going quite like I had planned and I hate that, I hate not being in control of everything, I hate it when life surprises me like this. But hey, fuck it...that's what I've been thinking about lately: endure the pain and stress and tell life to go fuck off somewhere else, there's no point in letting your problems control you and then getting depressed and sad. Not worth it.
So here's my course of action: I shall not give up just yet; I will find strength inside, not outside of me and think a lot...and let's see what the future brings. I'll be prepared for what it brings, be it good or bad.
Rock On Everyone
João
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[24 Feb 2004|03:23am] |
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You talkin' to me...?
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Put your mp3 playlist in shuffle mode and post your first 20 songs...just for the heck of it.
1- JR Ewing - Pre Summertime Blues
2- Terror - Push It Away
3- Between The Buried And Me - Shevanel Cut A Flip
4- Zao - PS 77
5- Sick Of It All - The Future Is Mine
6- Sepultura - Chaos AD
7- Tenacious D - Kyle Took A Bullet For Me
8- Queens Of The Stone Age - In The Fade
9- Tool - Comfortably Numb (Pink Floyd cover - Live)
10- Molotov - Rastamandita
11- The Pogues - Sally McLennane
12- Stretch Armstrong - Worst Case Scenario
13- Dead To Fall - Graven Image
14- Agnostic Front - Do Or Die
15- The End - Pointless Reaction
16- Throwdown - Don't Lose Sight
17- Pantera - Walk
18- The Red Chord - L Formation
18- Zao - Man In The Womb
19- Mata Ratos - O Teu Funeral
20- The Haunted - One Kill Wonder
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[19 Feb 2004|01:03am] |
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You know that feeling when things just don't seem to work out?
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[14 Feb 2004|11:00pm] |
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Carlos Paredes - Canção Verdes Anos |
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So this is what happens when a friend of mine (douradinhos) decides to make a website with some pictures. I'll give a prize to the first one who finds me (a hint: I'm the one with the Mafia "you lookin' at me punk?" look) :)
Rock On everyone
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[13 Feb 2004|12:49am] |
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I blackmailed 15 year olds to get them to buy me beers today.
Am I a bad person?
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