Viagem

Viagem

Para terminar em beleza

Don't you tell me that I'm dreaming 'cause I've been here before
But that don't mean that I want to be from here anymore!
Cause I feel like shit-but who are you to say
I don't know
I had to have a right to feel this way
I feel like shit-time after time
So don't be trying to tell me it's all in my mind
I feel like shit-but you don't really care
Except my God he used a four letter word in there
I feel like shit-what am I to you?
I feel like shit. Deja vu!
And when I feel like shit, I feel like shit!
I feel like shit-I'm sorry to say
Do you fuckin' think I like feeling this way
I feel like shit-what do you expect me to do
I feel like shit, deja vu!
This ain't my imagination
Lost all thoughts and concentration
Time goes on day after day
But still If feel the same fuckin' way!
Feel like shit, deja vu!
Always feeling out of place
Hiding behind a smiling face
There just ain't no pretty words
Can't you see it fuckin' hurts!
You know I feel like shit-deja vu
Feel like shit-deja vu
Feel like shit-deja vu
And when I feel like shit
I feel like shit

Amanhã minho

E esta antecede o fecho do blog.
Pelos menos por um fim de semana....


What the hell's going on around here?
First off-let's take it from the start
Straight out-can't change what's in my heart
No one-can tear my beliefs apart, you can't bring me
You aint-never seen no one like me
Prevail-regardless what the cost might be
Power-flows inside of me, you can't bring me
Never-fall as long as I try
Refuse-to be part of your lie
Even-if it means I die, you can't bring me
You can't bring me down!
Who the hell you calling crazy?
You wouldn't know what crazy was if Charles Manson...was eating
Fruit Loops on your front porch
Time out-let's get something clear
I speak-more truth than you want to hear
Scapegoat-to cover up your fear, you can't bring me
You aint-never seen so much might
Fight for-what I know is right
What up-you got yourself a fight, you can't bring me
Stand up-we'll all sing along
Together-aint nothin' as strong
Won't quit-we aint in the wrong, you can't bring me
You can't bring me down!
Bring me down - you can't bring me down!
Bring me down - you can't bring me down, no!
Bring me down - you can't bring me down!
Bring me down - you can't bring me down, you can't bring medown!
Tell them what's up rock!
You can't bring me down!
Bring me down - you can't bring me down!
Bring me down - you can't bring me down, no!
Bring me down - you can't bring me down
Bring me down - you can't bring me down, you can't bring me down!
So why you trying to bring meSo why you trying to bring
Well you can't bring me down
Just cause you don't understand what's going on...don't mean it don't make no sense
And just cause you don't like it,...don't mean it aint no good
And let me tell you something
Before you go taking a walk in my world,...you better take a look at the real world
Cause this aint no Mr. Rogers Neighborhood
Can you say "feel like shit?"
Yea maybe sometimes I do feel like shitI aint happy about it, but I'd rather feel like shit...than be full of shit!
And if I offended you,
Oh I'm sorry
But, maybe you needed to be offended
But here's my apology and one more thing...
Fuck you!
Cause you can't bring me down
Bring me down - you can't bring me down!
Bring me down - you can't bring me down, no!
Bring me down - you can't bring me down!
Bring me down - you can't bring me down, you can't bring me down!
You can't bring me down!
Suicidal!!!

Suicide´s an alternative

Sick of people - no ones real
Sick of chicks - they're all bitches
Sick of you - you're too hip
Sick of life - it sucks
Suicide's an alternative
Sick of trying - what's the point
Sick of talking - no one listensSick of listening - it's all lies
Sick of thinking - just end up confused
Sick of moving - never get no where
Sick of myself - don't wanna live
Sick and tired - and no one caresSick of life - it sucks
Sick of politics - for the rich
Sick of power - only oppresses
Sick of government - full of tyrants
Sick of school - total brainwash
Sick of music - top 40 sucks
Sick of myself - don't wanna live
Sick and tired - and no one cares
Sick of life - it sucks
Suicide's an alternative
Sick of life - it sucks
Sick and tired - and no one cares
Sick of myself - don't wanna live
Sick of living - I'm gonna die

(e esta parte não têm no booklet)

Well i´ve got a little story to tell
About a little red ass punk that came from hell
He said "Satan´s been looking" looking after me
He said "Satan´s got a paper he´s gonna set your body free"
...... (indecifrável)
Cause i don´t care too much about gold
And i don´t really give a fuck about what you´ve been told
And i don´t really care when people are looking out at me
Cause i´m the meanest son of a bitch that fuck ever could be.
Ha Ha.

 

 

A tradução...

The love beneath the lime tree
x5Ma-ia-hiiMa-ia-huuMa-ia-hooMa-ia-haa
Hello, Hi, it's me, a haiduc,
And please, my love, receive the happiness.
Hello, hello, it's me Picasso,
I sent you a beep, and I'm valiant,
But know that I'm not asking you anything.
X2You want to leave but you won't, you won't take me
You won't, you won't take me, you won't, you won't take
Your face and the love beneath the lime tree,
Remind me of your eyes.
I'm calling, to tell you, what I feel right now,
Hello, my love, it's me, happiness,
Hello, hello, it's still me, Picasso,
I sent you a beep, and I'm valiant,
But know that I'm not asking you anything.
X2You want to leave but you won't, you won't take me
You won't, you won't take me, you won't, you won't take
Your face and the love beneath the lime tree,
Remind me of your eyes.
x4Ma-ia-hiiMa-ia-huuMa-ia-hooMa-ia-haa
X2You want to leave but you won't, you won't take me
You won't, you won't take me, you won't, you won't take
Your face and the love beneath the lime tree,
Remind me of your eyes.

E mai nada...

Pledge your allegiance

You can call me ugly-but I still dress the way I choose
How you gonna judge me-you've never taken a walk in my shoes
Why don't you ever trust me when I'm smiling-is it a sin to have fun?
And why should I repent when there's nothin' wrong with anything that I've done.

Suicidal!
Já à tempos que não ouvia isto...
Cool....

Casteladas

Ontem começou uma festa no nosso querido castelo de S.Jorge.
A festa da cerveja, a ver vamos como estará aquilo hoje.
Dar lá um pulo.
Mas não abusar do consumo, porque senão lá se vai o exercício dos dois ultimos dias por agua abaixo....

Coitadinho

Um tal Saddam Hussein sofreu hoje um AVC (um acidente vascular cerebral). O seu estado de saúde é tão débil que pensa-se que não viverá o suficiente para ser julgado.
Olha que nunca um AVC veio em tão boa hora!!!
A natureza (americana) tem destas coisas.
Quando se encontrava tudo preparado para o julgar "imparcialmente", eis que o senhor não se aguenta e quer ir desta para melhor.
Impossível!
Até assim o gajo se quer safar.
É uma pena, afinal, nunca chegaremos a saber onde raio o gajo meteu as tais armas de destruição maciça.....

Porque nós pensamos que elas não existem, mas elas existem!!!!

Redondo

Sinto que estou cada vez mais a ocupar um espaço maior.
Sinto-me maior que tudo, a crescer no mundo que me rodeia, a ficar mais maduro, mais redondo.
Sim, mais gordo!
E por isso decidi ontem ir correr.
Escusado será dizer que não fazia exercício específico à muito tempo...
E, escusado será também dizer, que rebentei logo depois de 30 minutos....
Mas enfim, hoje há mais.
De certeza que pior não fico.
E o Monsanto (não seus prevertidos, não inclui serviços extra, o Santanás tratou disso durante o seu mandato como presidente da CM Lisboa) tem condições porreiras que eu, a viver ali tão perto, desconhecia.
A ver se hoje aguento mais um pouco, pelo menos 31 minutos.
É a meta a atingir....

Trabalhinho

Ah pois é!
Que isto das contas não se pagam sozinhas, é preciso trabalhar.
Não podemos parar um pouco, temos sempre de investir o máximo naquilo que fazemos, dedicar o máximo de tempo a produzir.
Não pode haver lugar a distracções com coisas fúteis, que nada adiantam apenas atrasam os objectivos a que nos propusemos e que devemos ao máximo alcançar.
Nada de escritas vãs em Blogs, de jogos do yeti-online (merda, perdi), nada de olhar para o relógio com pressa de ir embora (ainda são só 14e51, merda).
Meus amigos, nada disto é admissível, nada disto poderá acontecer.
Caso contrário, tudo aquilo a que nos dedicamos vai pelo cano...
"Stop and smell the roses", isto é uma parvoíce!
É outra das tais futilidades supra referidas, que apenas prejudicam.
Quem terá sido o autor/a dessa frase???
De certeza que, seja lá ele/ela quem seja nunca deve ter trabalhado aqui.
AQUI NÃO HÁ ROSAS!

Good News....

26 de Julho - Dia do Concelho Cerimónia do hastear da bandeira
Na próxima segunda-feira, dia 26 de Julho, feriado municipal em Loures, a cerimónia oficial das comemorações do dia do concelho têm início às 9h30, no jardim fronteiriço aos Paços do Concelho, com o hastear das bandeiras.

 

 

O-Zone

Pois cá estamos de novo. Desta vez já há ~

Já me sinto deprimido e ainda só cá estou à um dia.....

Mas pronto, pelo menos deprimido mas descansado!!!!!!!

 

E para compartilhar esse momento, aqui vai o novo sucesso nas discos de España!!!!!!

 
x5
Ma-ia-hii
Ma-ia-huu
Ma-ia-hoo
Ma-ia-haa
1.Alo, Salut, sunt eu, un haiduc,
Si te rog, iubirea mea, primeste fericirea.
2.Alo, alo, sunt eu Picasso,
Ti-am dat beep, si sunt voinic,
Dar sa stii nu-ti cer nimic.
Chorus:Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei,
Nu ma, nu ma iei, nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei.
Chipul tau si dragostea din tei,
Mi-amintesc de ochii tai.
Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei,
Nu ma, nu ma iei, nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei.
Chipul tau si dragostea din tei,
Mi-amintesc de ochii tai.
3.Te sun, sa-ti spun, ce simt acum,
Alo, iubirea mea, sunt eu, fericirea.
4.Alo, alo, sunt iarasi eu, Picasso,
Ti-am dat beep, si sunt voinic,
Dar sa stii nu-ti cer nimic.
Chorus
x4
Ma-ia-hii
Ma-ia-huu
Ma-ia-hoo
Ma-ia-haa
Chorus

O-Zone Dragostea Din Tei.
(Romeno, basicamente amor debaixo de um limoeiro)
Estavam à espera que uma música techno tivesse algo mais profundo como tema?
Ainda por cima em Romeno cantado por Moldavos....

San Luís de Sabinillas!

Pois é caros amiguinhos!!!
Estou num cyber-café a fazer tempo para ir para a praia, pois tao prai 30 e tal graus e ainda está muito calor para ir para a praia, muito embora o Strongs e o ODK ja la estejam.
E acreditem que estar a escrever de um computador espanhol é uma bela merda.
Mas nao se pode ter tudo e nao descobri o til nesta merda.......
Como seria de esperar, está a ser brutal!!!!
Calor, calor, calor, gajas, bubida, muita bubida...
E desde já aconselho Cartojal!
Essa magnífica beberagem!!!!!!!

Bem tenho de ir que esta merda paga-se!!!!!!

Até ao meu regresso, vou para a praia.....

Adeus até ao meu regresso.

Temos muita pena, mas vou ficar sem escrever durante uma semana.......
Eu sei, não fiquem tristes....
FIQUEM INVEJOSOS!!!
VOU DE FÉRIAS!

E foi...

...uma desgraça!
Mas uma alegre desgraça!
Nunca vi aquela porcaria com tanta gente a uma quarta-feira, exceptuando quando há festas de Batmans.
E rendeu, atingiu o nível desejado.
Agora é esperar que se proporcione mais vezes, espaçadamente para não fartar!

E é já amanhã a ida para Estepona!!!!!!!

Papa

Hoje incómodo.
Combater doenças cardiovasculares.


over the past five years
i have shed my tears
i have drank my beers and watched my fears fly away

Finalmente

Esta custou a encontrar!!!

Ojo Rojo - Fu ManChu

She wanted nothing! and i delivered!
Drawin aces.. down the river
My car.. i could give her
Shine that, back down the river
Man of leisure 'round town
Dull nova, primed and brown
Smoke's coming out of the back
Wish i had.. my cadillac
I revved it up.. hundered and one..
Kansas city.. here i come!
The meter said one nintey five
Hey ladies! want a ride?
Want a ride?
Want a ride?

Ronin

The story of the 47 Ronin is one of the most celebrated in the history of the samurai. This was perhaps all the more so because it occurred at a time when the samurai class was struggling to maintain a sense of itself - warriors with no war, a social class without a function.

The tale could be said to have begun with the teachings of Yamaga Soko (1622-1685), an influential theorist who wrote a number of important works on the warrior spirit and what it meant to be samurai. His writings inspired a certain Ôishi Kuranosuke Yoshio, a samurai and retainer of Asano Takumi no kami Naganori (1667-1701), who led a branch of the powerful Asano family.
It happened that Lord Asano was chosen by the shogun, Tokugawa Tsunayoshi, to be one of a number of daimyo tasked with entertaining envoys from the Imperial family. To assist him in this new duty, the Bakufu's highest ranking master of protocol, Kira Kozukenosuke Yoshinaka (1641-1702), was assigned to instruct him in matters of etiquette. Kira, it seems, was a somewhat difficult character and expected Asano to compensate him monetarily for the trouble, which Asano held was simply his duty. The two grew to dislike one another intensely, and Kira made every effort to embarrass his student. Finally, in April of 1702, the situation exploded within the shogun's palace - Kira insulted Asano once again, prompting the latter to draw his sword and swing at him. Kira was only wounded in the attack and Asano was promptly placed under confinement.
Striking another man in anger was against the law - doing so within the shogun's palace was unthinkable. Asano made little effort to defend himself during questioning except to say that he bore the shogun no ill will and only regretted that he had failed to kill Kira.
After the o-metsuke (inspector-generals) had completed their investigation of the matter, the shogunate passed down a sentence of death on Asano, ordering him to slit his belly at once. The shogun also decreed that his 50,000-koku fief at Akô in Harima was to be confiscated and his brother Daigaku placed under house arrest.
When the news of the unfortunate event reached Asano's castle, his retainers were thrown into an uproar and argued heatedly over what to do next. Some favored accepting their lot quietly and dispersing as ronin, while another group called for a defense of the castle and an actual battle with the government. Ôishi Kuranosuke, who urged the retainers to give up the castle peacefully and struggle to rehabilitate the Asano family while at the same time preparing to take revenge on Kira, sounded the view that prevailed.
Accordingly, a band of Asano retainers - now ronin - set out on a carefully planned road to revenge. Kira was no fool, and expecting some sort of attempt on his life by the Asano men increased his personal guard. Ôishi's scheme was therefore to lull their quarry into complacency, biding their time while they waited for the right moment. To this end the ronin hid away a cache of weapons and armor before ostensibly dispersing, some taking up menial jobs while others, like Ôishi himself, let it seem that they had lost any concern for their futures. Ôishi left his wife and began frequenting all of Edo's houses of ill repute, carousing with prostitutes and engaging in drunken brawls. On one occasion, a samurai from Satsuma is supposed to have come across Ôishi drunk in the street and spat upon him, saying that he was no real samurai.
Needless to say, Kira began to doubt that he was in any real danger, and within a year had relaxed his guard. It was at that point that the ronin struck. 47 of them gathered on 14 December 1702 and, after donning the armor and taking up the weapons from the cache, they set out on their revenge on that same snowy night. Once at Kira's Edo mansion, they divided into two groups and attacked, with one group entering through the rear of the compound while the rest forced their way through the front, battering the gate down with a mallet. Kira's men, many of whom were killed or wounded, were taken completely by surprise but did put up a spirited resistance (one of the ronin was killed in the attack), though ultimately to no avail: Kira was found in an outhouse and presented to Ôishi, who offered him the chance to commit suicide. When Kira made no reply, Ôishi struck off his head with the same dagger that Asano had used to kill himself with. Kira's head was then put in a bucket and carried to the Sengakuji, where Asano was buried. After Ôishi and the others had given the bloody trophy to the spirit of Asano, they turned themselves in.
The assassination of Kira placed the government in a difficult situation. After all, the 46 survivors now awaiting their fate had lived up to the standards of loyalty expected of true samurai and the ideals propounded by such men as Yamaga Soko. Additionally, the decision to order Asano to commit suicide and confiscate his domain while taking no action against Kira had not been popular (at least one of the inspectors at the time had been demoted for protesting the verdict). Nonetheless, the Bakufu decided that the maintenance of order would once again have to prevail, and so the ronin were ordered to commit suicide - a sentence suggested by the famous Confucian scholar Ogyû Sorai (1666-1728). They were at this time divided up into four groups under guard by four different daimyo, yet once they had all died, their bodies were buried together at the Sengakuji.1 Legend has it that the Satsuma samurai who had spit upon Ôishi in the street came to the temple and slit his own belly to atone for his insults.
The Revenge of the 47 Ronin continued to spark controversy throughout the Edo Period. One view had it that Ôishi and his men had in fact erred in waiting as long as they had, that in so doing they risked Kira dying (he was, after all, over 60) and their efforts coming to naught. This was, for example, the view of Yamamoto Tsunetomo (author of the famed Hagakure).2 The Confucian scholar Sato Naotaka (1650-1719) criticized the ronin for taking action at all, as the shogun's decision to order Asano to commit suicide should have ended the matter there and then. He also shared Tsunetomo's belief that the ronin ought to have commited suicide at the Sengakuji once their deed was done. In giving themselves up to be judged, they appeared to have hoped to receive a light sentence and therefore continue living -a shameful objective, given their crimes. At the same time, Naotaka reserved his harshest words for Kira, whom he called a coward and whose precipitation of the whole affair had led to so many deaths.
Other writers did not share those views. Men like Asami Yasuda (1652-1711) defended the actions of the ronin as being appropriate (if not actually challenging the Bakufu's decisions) and Chikamatsu wrote a favorable play (Chushin-gura) that became an instant and timeless classic. In the end, the Ôishi Kuranosuke and his ronin became the stuff of legend, and continue to spawn books, movies, and television shows at a prodigious rate. The Sengakuji is still a popular spot in Tokyo and a place for modern admirers of what many feel were the finest examples of samurai loyalty to emerge from the Edo Period.

E é já sexta feira!!!!

Sexta-Feira que vem é o começo de uma, mais uma, viagem que deverá ficar para a história!
Dois ODK´S, um Crinas e um Strongs.
Promete!!!
Mas a merda da semana nunca mais passa!
Até lá...

THE Best

Homeworld:
Kamino

Species:
Human

Gender:
Male

Height:
1.83 meters

Weapon:
Mandalorian battle armor, EE-3 blaster rifle

Vehicle:
Slave I

Affiliation:
Bounty Hunter





A faceless enforcer, Boba Fett's distinctive armor strikes fear in the hearts of fugitives. He is a legendary bounty hunter, accepting warrants from both the Empire and the criminal underworld. He is all business, laconic, and deadly.
Fett has carefully guarded his past, cultivating a curtain of mystery around his origins. He is in truth a clone, an exact genetic replica of his highly skilled "father," Jango Fett. From Jango, Boba learned valuable survival and martial skills, and even as a child he was proficient with a blaster or laser cannon.

Fett was raised in isolation in the hermetic cities of Kamino, where he was protected not only from the ceaseless storms, but also the harsher elements of his father's career. Young Boba's life changed when a tenacious Jedi Knight, Obi-Wan Kenobi, came looking for his father. Sent to apprehend the bounty hunter for the attempted assassination of a Naboo Senator, Kenobi brawled with Jango as the Fetts sought to escape from Kamino. Young Boba helped his father by pinning the Jedi down with explosive laser fire from the Fett starship, Slave I.

Fleeing from Kamino, the Fetts journeyed to Geonosis, where Jango's benefactor resided. Boba watched as his father's enemies were sentenced to death, but Jedi prove very hard to kill. A huge battle erupted as Jedi reinforcements stormed Geonosis to free their fellow Jedi. Jango entered the fray, only to be killed by Jedi Master Mace Windu. Boba was shocked to witness his father's swift death, and he quietly cradled Jango's empty helmet as Geonosis erupted into all-out war.

During the time of the Empire, Boba Fett emerged as the preeminent bounty hunter of the galaxy. Boba Fett's armor, like his father's, is a battered weapon-covered spacesuit equipped with a rocketpack. His gauntlets contain a flamethrower, and a whipcord lanyard launcher. His kneepads conceal rocket dart launchers. Several ominous braids hang from his shoulder -- trophies from fallen prey -- that underscore this hunter's lethality.


Shortly after the Battle of Hoth, Darth Vader desperately wanted to capture the fugitive Rebel craft, the Millennium Falcon. To that end, he hired a motley assortment of bounty hunters, including the legendary Fett. Vader specifically pointed out to Fett that the Falcon's passengers were to be taken alive. "No disintegrations," rumbled the Dark Lord, obviously familiar with Fett's reputation.

It was Fett who successfully tracked the Falcon from Hoth to Bespin. Arriving at the gas giant before the Falcon, Fett and Vader sprung a trap on the ship's hapless crew. Fett, a shrewd negotiator, received his bounty for capturing the crew, but also was given custody of Han Solo. The bounty hunter was set to collect the reward on Solo's head placed there by the vile gangster Jabba the Hutt.

Whisking the carbonite-frozen form of Han Solo away from Bespin, Fett eventually arrived on Tatooine aboard his starship, the Slave I. Fett delivered Solo to Jabba, his some-time employer, and was many thousands of credits richer. Fett stayed at Jabba's palace, and was present when Solo's friends attempted to rescue the carbon-frozen smuggler.

Jabba, enraged at the attempted prison break, brought his captives out to the Tatooine desert, to execute them in the Great Pit of Carkoon. In the sandpit lay the immense Sarlacc, a vile creature that would digest its prey over thousands of years. Rather than let themselves be thrown in the Sarlacc's maw, Solo's friends, led by Luke Skywalker, fought against their captors. In the chaos that followed, Fett entered the fray.

Solo, free of the carbonite and suffering blindness from hibernation sickness, wildly swung a vibro-ax into an inattentive Fett's rocketpack. The pack activated, and the bounty hunter soared into the air, out of control. The airborne Fett slammed into the side of Jabba's sail barge before tumbling into the Sarlacc's mouth. With a sickly belch from the desert creature, it seemed as if Fett's career as the galaxy's most notorious bounty hunter was brought to an end.