sábado, 29 de agosto de 2009

Só porque este blog anda pra lá de depre



"I'm a bad photo booth! I'm a naughty photo booth!"

terça-feira, 25 de agosto de 2009



Não quero transformar isto num post de auto-comiseração mas sinto-me mesmo na merda.

sábado, 22 de agosto de 2009

Help, I'm Alive

If we're still alive
My regrets are few
If my life is mine
What shouldn't I do?
I get wherever I'm going
I get whatever I need
While my blood's still flowing
And my heart's still
Beating like a hammer
Beating like a hammer

domingo, 9 de agosto de 2009

Throw me a rope




I want you between me and the feeling I get when I miss you,
But everything here is telling me I should be fine,
So why is it so, above as below that I'm missing you every time?

I got used to you whispering things to me into the evening,
We followed the sun and it's colours and left this world,
It seems to me, that I'm definetly hearing the best that I've heard,

So throw me a rope, to hold me in place,
Show me a clock, for counting me days down,
'Cos everything's easier when you're beside me,
Come back and find me 'cos I feel alone.

And whenever you go it's like holding my breath underwater,
I have to admit that I kind of like it when I do,
Oh but I've got to be unconditionally unafraid of my days without you,

So throw me a rope, to hold me in place,
Show me a clock, for counting me days down,
'Cos everything's easier when you're beside me,
Come back and find me,
Whenever I'm falling you're always behind me,
Come back and find me,
'Cos everything's easier when you're beside me,
Come back and find me, 'cos I feel alone.


Ly <3

segunda-feira, 3 de agosto de 2009

Só quero desaparecer. Parece que já nada faz sentido.

domingo, 2 de agosto de 2009

27 de Setembro!

quarta-feira, 29 de julho de 2009

SHIUUUU

Tenho medo de não conseguir ser feliz, ou melhor tenho medo de não saber ser feliz.

sexta-feira, 24 de julho de 2009

Weeds



Celia: "Just because 'gay' is the new 'black' does not mean it's your new color, sweatheart."
Isabel: "Well, 'bitch' isn't a color either."
Dean: "Did you just insult 'gays' and 'african americans' in one statement?"
Celia: "I believe part of the hostility is the reason that she's trying this gayness. I didn't breast feed, o.k., I admit it"
Pam: "And now she's looking for the breasts later in life."

sexta-feira, 3 de julho de 2009

As férias dão nisto...

1. put your itunes/ ipod/ mp3 player on shuffle.
2. for each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. you must write that song name down no matter how silly it sounds!



IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
Tout Doucement- Feist


WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Satin Chic- Goldfrapp


WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Parade- Nouvelle Vague


WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Meds- Placebo


WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
9 Crimes- Damien Rice


WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Into My Arms- Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds


WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN?
Timing Is Crucial- Russian Red


WHAT IS 2+2?
Out Of Control- She Wants Revenge


WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Lovely Head- Goldfrapp


WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?

So Jealous- Tegan & Sara


WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Failure- Laura Marling


WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?

Do You Want To- Franz Ferdinand


WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Crazy On You- Heart

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Dragon Queen- Yeah Yeah Yeahs


WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Keeping You Alive- Gossip


WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Heads Will Roll- Yeah Yeah Yeahs


WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?

Anne- Santogold


WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Fuck You- Lily Allen


WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
Danger! High Voltage- Electric Six (with Jack White)


HOW WILL YOU DIE?
Better- Regina Spektor


WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
Fuck The Pain Away- Peaches


WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Androgyny- Garbage



WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?

Boys Wanna Be Her- Peaches


WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
She's My Man- Scissor Sisters


WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Beyond Here Lies Nothing- Bob Dylan


DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
I Put A Spell On You- Nina Simone


IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
This Is Not For You- Blood Red Shoes


WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
Icky Thump- The White Stripes


WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?

Painted By Numbers- The Sounds

segunda-feira, 15 de junho de 2009

A Rush Of Blood To The Head




You said I'm gonna buy this place and burn it down
I'm gonna put it six feet underground
You said I'm gonna buy this place and watch it fall
Stand here beside me baby in the crumbling walls
Oh I'm gonna buy this place and start a fire
Stand here until I fill all your hearts desires
Because I'm gonna buy this place and see it burn
And do back the things it did to you in return

Huuuhhhh [x4]

You said I'm gonna buy a gun and start a war
If you can tell me something worth fighting for
Oh and I'm gonna buy this place is what I said
Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head


Honey, all the movements you're starting to make
See me crumble and fall on my face
And I know the mistakes that I've made
See it all disappear without a trace
And they call as they beckon you on
They say start as you mean to go on
Start as you mean to go on

Said I'm gonna buy this place and see it go
Stand here beside me baby, watch the orange glow
Some'll laugh and some just sit and cry
You just sit down there and you wonder why

So I'm gonna buy a gun and start a war
If you can tell me something worth fighting for
And I'm gonna buy this place is what I said
Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head
Oh to the head

Honey, all the movements you're starting to make
See me crumble and fall on my face
And I know the mistakes that I've made
See it all disappear without a trace
And they call as they beckon you on
They say start as you need to go on
As you mean to go on
As you mean to go on

So meet me by the bridge
Meet me by the lane
When am I gonna see that pretty face again?
Oh meet me on the road
Meet me where I said
Blame it all upon a rush of blood to the head

sábado, 13 de junho de 2009

Ready for new blood?



Amanhã é dia de sangue fresquinho :D

sábado, 6 de junho de 2009

Uma coisa que me faz muita espécie

As traduções do nosso país! A sério, quem é que andam a contratar para traduzir os filmes, as séries e até os livros? Há com cada falha que até dói.

No outro dia estava a ver uma série e houve um personagem que disse qualquer coisa como "I can't find a nanny who knows how to sign." Ora o sign neste caso queria dizer que não conseguia encontrar uma ama que soubesse língua gestual, visto que o tal personagem tem um filho que é surdo. Então não é que a abécula que estava a traduzir traduziu o sign por assinar! Até fiquei parva...

E lembro-me sempre daquela famosa do filme dos Simpsons em que o tradutor não sabia a diferença entre angry e hungry.

Isto tudo porque ando a tirar o curso de tradução e não acho muito normal que uma pessoa que ande a estudar durante 3/4 anos depois não saiba coisas que são tão básicas.

Enfim, prometo que as minhas traduções serão muito melhores xD

Bem, com o azar que eu tenho ainda arranjo emprego a traduzir os livros do Nicholas Sparks e da Nora Roberts mas ao menos as pindériquices ficam bem traduzidas.

quarta-feira, 3 de junho de 2009

Fuck you very, very much

quinta-feira, 28 de maio de 2009

Rir

Rir? Pensamos alguma vez em rir? Quero dizer rir verdadeiramente, além da brincadeira, da troça, do ridículo. Rir, gozo imenso e delicioso, gozo completo...
Dizia à minha irmã, ou dizia-me ela a mim, anda, vamos brincar a rir? Deitávamo-nos lado a lado sobre uma cama e começávamos. A fingir, claro. Risos forçados. Risos ridículos. Risos tão ridículos que nos faziam rir. Então chegava o verdadeiro riso, o riso inteiro, que nos transportava no seu imenso rebentar. Risos sem gargalhadas, redobrados, desordenados, desenfreados, risos magníficos, sumptuosos e loucos... E ríamos até ao infinito do riso dos nossos risos... Oh rir! Rir de prazer, o prazer de rir; rir, é tão profundamente viver.

Extraído de Parole de Femme de Annie Leclerc, 1976.

quarta-feira, 27 de maio de 2009