domingo, junho 28, 2009

Aconteceu...

"Aconteceu, eu não estava a tua espera
E tu não me procuravas nem sabias quem eu era
Eu estava ali só porque tinha que estar
E tu chegaste porque tinhas que chegar
(...)
Aconteceu, chama-lhe sorte ou azar
Eu não estava a tua espera
E tu voltaste a passar
Nunca senti bater o meu coração
Como senti ao sentir a tua mão
Na tua boca o tempo voltou atrás
E se foi louca essa loucura, essa loucura foi paz"

terça-feira, agosto 05, 2008

Your eyes are soo blue... I can't look away!...

sexta-feira, julho 25, 2008

"this is what you get, when you mess with us"

quinta-feira, julho 24, 2008

"I DON'T CARE IF IT HURTS
I WANT TO HAVE CONTROL
I WANT A PERFECT BODY
I WANT A PERFECT SOUL
I WANT YOU TO NOTICE
WHEN I'M NOT AROUND
YOU'RE SO FUCKING SPECIAL
I WISH I WAS SPECIAL"

Radiohead - Creep
And either way he turns
I'll be there...

sábado, junho 28, 2008

Not everything is suppose to come true...

quinta-feira, junho 19, 2008

To afraid to fall ... ...

"...lost but never alone..."

=)

domingo, junho 01, 2008

And that is exactly why I didn't want it to get so big ...
... now it hurts and I can't control it!
360º turn . . .

useless.
pointless.
back to the same old crap.

quarta-feira, maio 28, 2008

You might be an engineer if . . .

. . . you have no life and can prove it mathematically.
. . . you enjoy pain.
. . . you know vector calculus but you can’t remember how to do long division.
. . . you chuckle whenever anyone says “centrifugal force.”
. . . you’ve actually ever used every single function on your graphing calculator.
. . . when you look in the mirror, you see an engineering major.
. . . it is sunny and 70 degrees outside, and you are working on a computer.
. . . you frequently whistle the theme song to “MacGyver.”
. . . you always do homework on Friday nights.
. . . you know how to integrate a chicken and can take the derivative of water.
. . . you think in “math.”
. . . you’ve calculated that the World Series actually diverges.
. . . you hesitate to look at something because you don’t want to break down its wave function.
. . . you have a pet named after a scientist.
. . . you laugh at jokes about mathematicians.
. . . the Humane Society has had you arrested because you actually performed the Schroedinger’s Cat Experiment.
. . . you can translate English into Binary.
. . . you can’t remember what’s behind the door in the science building which says "Exit.”
. . . you have to bring a jacket with you, in the middle of summer, because there’s a wind-chill factor in the lab.. . . you are completely addicted to caffeine.
. . . you avoid doing anything because you don’t want to contribute to the eventual heat-death of the universe.
. . . you consider any non-science course “easy.”
. . . when your professor asks you where your homework is, you claim to have accidentally determined its momentum so precisely, that according to Heisenberg it could be anywhere in the universe.
. . . the “fun” center of your brain has deteriorated from lack of use.
. . . you’ll assume that a “horse” is a “sphere” in order to make the math easier..
. . you understood more than five of these indicators.
. . . you make a hard copy of this list and post it on your office door.
. . . you think it might be a neat idea to send this message to all of your friends in the form of email.
. . . you know the glass is neither half full nor half empty; it's simply twice as big as it needs to be.


http://nerdtests.com/
mt nerd sim...xD

terça-feira, maio 27, 2008

"
When there's hardly no day...hardly no night...
Just sit down and say 'good...bye'.

"

quarta-feira, maio 07, 2008

O conceito de tempo não entra na sensação.

sexta-feira, abril 25, 2008

Música velha... onda choc acho

Não sei se é a voz,
não sei se é o olhar,
não sei se é o sorriso,
não sei se é o andar,
mas posso jurar
só tu, só mesmo tu,
me fazes sonhar....

la la la la....

(8)

terça-feira, abril 22, 2008

Ah! Doce ilusão!...

:')

segunda-feira, abril 21, 2008

Your eyes...




On the street I'm waiting
In my heart it's raining

Your eyes are holding up the sky
Your eyes make me weak, I don't know why
Your eyes make me scared to tell the truth
I thought my heart was bullet-proof
Now I'm dancing on the roof
And everybody knows I'm into you...

terça-feira, abril 15, 2008

My head is screaming get a grip, girl
Unless you're dying to cry your heart out...!

sábado, abril 12, 2008

domingo, abril 06, 2008

Maybe not... =)

I do like them a lot!

os "tempos" estão apenas mais raros...

quarta-feira, março 19, 2008

Mudam-se os tempos... mudam-se as vontades!

times had indeed changed...and what I feared seems to had became true.