Due to the recent freefall descent in quality of posting and the monoauthorial nature that this blog is beginning to have, i have decided to shut it down. This is due to it currently not fulfilling its job as a nice way to keep up between friends, for whatever reason that may be. If you wish to criticise this decision to close the blog, feel free to comment on this post. After this, there will be no more posts. I am still optimistic and i think another blog could be done well, however, in different circumstances.
I am more than a little bit perturbed by the recent insulting nature of the blog, especially towards members of my family. This is a personal issue and i would prefer those who have problems to talk to me, not post their opinions in such a public domain. Due to recent events and mitigating circumstances, I understand and sympathise and this shutting down is not affiliated with any supposed personal attack against myself. It is rather more a public decision that the blog has outlived its usefulness in its current form and it is causing problems as it has become too public and says very personal things about all of us. I shall delete it within a few weeks if no one gives me good cause not to. This is to allow those of you to read or collect any pieces that you liked from here and save them. I believe strongly that some of the posts on this blog were excellent. We had a good idea here. But our collective egg went from Faberge to Curate's to just plain rotten.
Yours,
Jonathan
Saturday, 18 August 2007
Friday, 17 August 2007
Stop the spam
If you do not have something important/interesting/meaningful to share with the members of the Blog and the readers (if there are any at this point in time), please do not post it here. You can always send private emails to whoever you wish to send it. Your last post is viewed - at least in my opinion - as a post most of the people, if not all, do not wish to read. It will also continue the decline of valuable posts in this Blog. In conclusion, 'wash your dirty clothes in private'.
I also wish to add that the post before the last was generally rude and disturbing, but I guess you are in a stage of confusion right now, due to your personal problems. Thus, I decided to dispose of all of your latest posts. Get well.
I also wish to add that the post before the last was generally rude and disturbing, but I guess you are in a stage of confusion right now, due to your personal problems. Thus, I decided to dispose of all of your latest posts. Get well.
Wednesday, 8 August 2007
HELP
First of all, hi to all of you. Soon I'll be writing personal emails to all but now i need help with my rcnuwc email account. The deadline to do what we were suppose to do was August 1 but i have been away and i dont understand what we have to do, and obviusly i dont know how to do it.Could someone help me with this ?
thanks in advance and i'll contact all of you soon
Juanma
thanks in advance and i'll contact all of you soon
Juanma
Thursday, 2 August 2007
Crisis of Direction
Alright. I have now reached that amount of time since leaving the womb that society deems is enough to fully own yourself, be responsible for your actions, et cetera. I could now wallow in the self-pity of my truncated childhood, as i am oft wont to do, but instead i will address a far more unanswerable and futile question. Now i am at the age where i can really start to....
um...
do...
hmm...
What do i do now? Go to university? Ok, then its more years of labour at the scholastic millstone and then what? A job? Jobs last until retirement and by that time you are effectively dead. All i feel like is that i have just paid the toll and joined the motorway to my own nearby demise. Beforehand i was petering around the bylanes oblivious of the noisy, jammed chaos of life and now i have to start blundering my way to death by erosion. I am the bullock who tastes for the first time the bite of the yoke and now must toil and till 'til he dies.
Forgive the melodrama, but what are your thoughts on this? It really pisses me off that we haven't got a clue about the meaning of life. Although the uncertainty, as i said in my previous post, is one of the major delights of life, i would still like to know that i am doing something which i can look back on and think ("ali-g"-esque flick of finger) "Wicked."
um...
do...
hmm...
What do i do now? Go to university? Ok, then its more years of labour at the scholastic millstone and then what? A job? Jobs last until retirement and by that time you are effectively dead. All i feel like is that i have just paid the toll and joined the motorway to my own nearby demise. Beforehand i was petering around the bylanes oblivious of the noisy, jammed chaos of life and now i have to start blundering my way to death by erosion. I am the bullock who tastes for the first time the bite of the yoke and now must toil and till 'til he dies.
Forgive the melodrama, but what are your thoughts on this? It really pisses me off that we haven't got a clue about the meaning of life. Although the uncertainty, as i said in my previous post, is one of the major delights of life, i would still like to know that i am doing something which i can look back on and think ("ali-g"-esque flick of finger) "Wicked."
Thursday, 26 July 2007
Thursday, 19 July 2007
Corruption
(To commend belatedly, I severely enjoyed both Jon's and Ted's recent posts.)
More to the point, what do you think about it? Corruption, precisely. Political corruption, to be more exact; or even financial and economic corruption. Of course, this is blatantly a rather personal issue. Which is to say; I'm asking you as people I know for some thoughtful answers. Some would also be inclined to say that it is impossible to answer in principle, because the very crux of the issue deals with a matter of absolute practice. Not many will argue openly that corruption is positive, is (as Summer would say) 'the good'; but then nevertheless I suppose it always remains a private question.
Would you, for example, take a bribe to write/speak favourably of someone? Discredit an opponent illegitimately in order to achieve an end? Pull certain 'connections' in order to not be conscripted into the army, to get into the university of your choice, to find a job that you like?
All these behaviours, ostensibly against moral common sense, how illegitimate are they, really? I'm just asking these questions because I've recently realized how relevant they are. My dad recently wanted me to meet a Privy Councilor to the Thai King, apparently a friend of his; and a former prime minister of Thailand. (Don't underestimate the emphasis of position; his designation, or how I knew him, was exactly -- Privy Councilor). Of course at meetings like these, one must ask oneself -- what for? I had no interest or knowledge in him outside that specific role. Would I be 'corrupt', simply in attending?
Another instance; I was searching for an internship in Hong Kong recently, and my mother told me about an informal network with her employer; my mother's employer had historically sponsored the head of the internship service and I was to refer to my mother's employer as my 'godmother', thereby almost necessitating a location. (Unfortunately, I found out that the application was four months too late). In any case, that also interested me in the 'language' of corruption. Would you manouvre by euphemism, tacit knowledge, referring to people to whom you had little connection, as 'godmother', 'uncle David', and so forth? Or would you rather be sincere, straightforward, and honest?
Would it be 'give me 500 dollars and I'll let you in'? Or rather 'You know, there are procedures for this sort of thing...' followed by appropriate gesture?
Otherwise, as to my daily life, I'm currently reading a massive headknocker called 'Atlas Shrugged' by Ayn Rand, for obviously financial reasons, as anyone visiting http://www.aynrand.org/site/PageServer?pagename=education_contests_index would know. It deals quite extensively with the political corruption apparently exclusive to Communism. An extremely interesting book, if a little pedagogic and repetitive, not to mention (did I?), MASSIVE. 1,000 pages in small print -- think Lord of the Rings in length, but the tone of an American (I mean AMERICAN) author expounding her conception of the virtues of hardcore (I mean hardcore) capitalism. I have been struggling through its density for three or four weeks now, but am hoping to finish it in sufficiency for HP7.
Otherwise, nothing is happening, as I suppose the nature and length of this post demonstrates exceptionally.
More to the point, what do you think about it? Corruption, precisely. Political corruption, to be more exact; or even financial and economic corruption. Of course, this is blatantly a rather personal issue. Which is to say; I'm asking you as people I know for some thoughtful answers. Some would also be inclined to say that it is impossible to answer in principle, because the very crux of the issue deals with a matter of absolute practice. Not many will argue openly that corruption is positive, is (as Summer would say) 'the good'; but then nevertheless I suppose it always remains a private question.
Would you, for example, take a bribe to write/speak favourably of someone? Discredit an opponent illegitimately in order to achieve an end? Pull certain 'connections' in order to not be conscripted into the army, to get into the university of your choice, to find a job that you like?
All these behaviours, ostensibly against moral common sense, how illegitimate are they, really? I'm just asking these questions because I've recently realized how relevant they are. My dad recently wanted me to meet a Privy Councilor to the Thai King, apparently a friend of his; and a former prime minister of Thailand. (Don't underestimate the emphasis of position; his designation, or how I knew him, was exactly -- Privy Councilor). Of course at meetings like these, one must ask oneself -- what for? I had no interest or knowledge in him outside that specific role. Would I be 'corrupt', simply in attending?
Another instance; I was searching for an internship in Hong Kong recently, and my mother told me about an informal network with her employer; my mother's employer had historically sponsored the head of the internship service and I was to refer to my mother's employer as my 'godmother', thereby almost necessitating a location. (Unfortunately, I found out that the application was four months too late). In any case, that also interested me in the 'language' of corruption. Would you manouvre by euphemism, tacit knowledge, referring to people to whom you had little connection, as 'godmother', 'uncle David', and so forth? Or would you rather be sincere, straightforward, and honest?
Would it be 'give me 500 dollars and I'll let you in'? Or rather 'You know, there are procedures for this sort of thing...' followed by appropriate gesture?
Otherwise, as to my daily life, I'm currently reading a massive headknocker called 'Atlas Shrugged' by Ayn Rand, for obviously financial reasons, as anyone visiting http://www.aynrand.org/site/PageServer?pagename=education_contests_index would know. It deals quite extensively with the political corruption apparently exclusive to Communism. An extremely interesting book, if a little pedagogic and repetitive, not to mention (did I?), MASSIVE. 1,000 pages in small print -- think Lord of the Rings in length, but the tone of an American (I mean AMERICAN) author expounding her conception of the virtues of hardcore (I mean hardcore) capitalism. I have been struggling through its density for three or four weeks now, but am hoping to finish it in sufficiency for HP7.
Otherwise, nothing is happening, as I suppose the nature and length of this post demonstrates exceptionally.
I am flying to London
Well, eventually I am flying to London for "only" $607. I believe it is going to be fun, and if not I can always satisfy myself by crying and mourning after the trip on the fact I wasted all my savings this summer, and end up killing myself after that.
Besides that I am a boring person, with almost no meaningful life at the moment. I realised it is mentally difficult to work. It is destroying one's desire to live, exist and do. Hopefully, Two weeks outside this madness would save my spirit and soul .
Here are some thoughts I added just now, while at work:
*I hate working at the petrol station.
*I want to stop working at the petrol station.
*There are too many people I'll be happy to torture for a very long time, Spanish Inquisition style. However, I cannot due to to the fact I am a sensible human being who is bounded by the law.
Besides that I am a boring person, with almost no meaningful life at the moment. I realised it is mentally difficult to work. It is destroying one's desire to live, exist and do. Hopefully, Two weeks outside this madness would save my spirit and soul .
Here are some thoughts I added just now, while at work:
*I hate working at the petrol station.
*I want to stop working at the petrol station.
*There are too many people I'll be happy to torture for a very long time, Spanish Inquisition style. However, I cannot due to to the fact I am a sensible human being who is bounded by the law.
Wednesday, 18 July 2007
Tuesday, 17 July 2007
Eventuality
While on a bus with an internal temperature similar to that of Dante's 3rd circle of Hell (probably the inspiration for said work) I chanced upon noticing a single ant scaling the patina of evaporated sweat that clung to the window to my right. The ant was inside the bus, as we were driving along. Many people would, perhaps, think little of this. However, with my famously convoluted mind I forged an idea thusly:
The ant must have been in the vicinity of the bus for the short period of time that it stopped. Furthermore, it must have scaled the wheels, the surface area of which that touches the ground is not much. Furthermore it must have traversed the complexities of the undercarriage to arrive inside the bus itself, before, of course, the bus started to move. It then must have traversed the interior complexities and dangers of the bus to arrive, finally, at that moment where the sun's rays were disrupted by its miniscule body in such a way as to excite my tired eyes with interest.
I came up with the following conclusions:
The likelihood of this happening is rather slim. Perhaps a million to one. But then again, it just reinforces that recently-made yet age-old adage by Terry Pratchett that "million to one chances occur all the time". How beautiful it is to think that the universe is constructed upon such chaos. Chaos that you can't plan for and can't plan against. All fears of mortality fall away impotent when one realises the changeability of what seems to be in perfect order and the deviance of all life's unlikelihoods.
The ant travelled a long way, alone, of its own accord, despite being a naturally gregarious creature. Who knows what led it. In search of food? All that way? What perseverance or stupidity or confusion or spiritual quest led this ant so far?
A tired mind can wend along the strangest thought-paths.
Ants get fucking everywhere.
Apologies for pretence.
By the way, im still in Italy and about to go to Sweden. Hopefully talk to you all soon.
The ant must have been in the vicinity of the bus for the short period of time that it stopped. Furthermore, it must have scaled the wheels, the surface area of which that touches the ground is not much. Furthermore it must have traversed the complexities of the undercarriage to arrive inside the bus itself, before, of course, the bus started to move. It then must have traversed the interior complexities and dangers of the bus to arrive, finally, at that moment where the sun's rays were disrupted by its miniscule body in such a way as to excite my tired eyes with interest.
I came up with the following conclusions:
The likelihood of this happening is rather slim. Perhaps a million to one. But then again, it just reinforces that recently-made yet age-old adage by Terry Pratchett that "million to one chances occur all the time". How beautiful it is to think that the universe is constructed upon such chaos. Chaos that you can't plan for and can't plan against. All fears of mortality fall away impotent when one realises the changeability of what seems to be in perfect order and the deviance of all life's unlikelihoods.
The ant travelled a long way, alone, of its own accord, despite being a naturally gregarious creature. Who knows what led it. In search of food? All that way? What perseverance or stupidity or confusion or spiritual quest led this ant so far?
A tired mind can wend along the strangest thought-paths.
Ants get fucking everywhere.
Apologies for pretence.
By the way, im still in Italy and about to go to Sweden. Hopefully talk to you all soon.
A chance event
This post has no real purpose; in the spirit of 'free association', I sit down to write this, because I have little else to do. I have, as you probably know, borrowed the expression from Freud; I would not, I suspect, have used it, unless I hadn't been reading one of his works very recently. To say that I have read it is, however, an exaggeration; I am currently reading it. To be exact, if you were by any chance wondering, the book is known as "Lectures on Psychoanalysis". It is an interesting book, thus far; I had hoped it would be. I bought it only last week at an antique store, for the decent price of 75 SEK, circa 7,5 Euros.
The first four parts of the book (Introduction, Parapraxes 1,2,3) deals mainly with so called 'parapraxes', which I guess could be translated into something like 'anti-practice'. With this concept, you will be more familiar than you might think. It might happen, as Freud explains, that sometimes, you make a slip of tongue; you mean to say one thing, but what comes out is another. You might make a slip of the pen that, naturally, is the same thing as the previous, but with an obvious difference. You might forget proper names that you know very well of. You might hear things wrongly, see things wrongly, or mislay various items. All of the above, are included in the concept of 'parapraxes'.
Freud deals with this over roughly 80 to a 100 pages, and what he seems to conclude in the end, is that none of these events are chance events. You might think that your slip of tongue was unintentional, that you had no desire or plan to say what you said, but that is, in fact, not true, in most cases. For instance, if someone at out graduation dinner had walked up on stage to hold a speech, and instead of saying that "all of you are nice", he or she would have said "all of you are mice", then there is a good reason to suspect this person for not really liking everyone that much, or maybe, that he or she really likes mice and wishes that everyone were mice.
This, says Freud, is one of the founding principles of psychoanalysis.
I am now on to another section of the book: dream interpretation. I have only read one part, but it already seems a bit more interesting than Introduction and Parapraxes 1,2,3.
Lisa wrote earlier inquiring about futures. I don't know for sure about mine yet, but it seems that things are going to slide, slide in all directions. I was just now discussing the topic with Poléo, and as he said, it would surely be splendid to make a living on obscure art. No one knows what art is, and being an ‘artist’ would allow for all the freedom in the world to be as incredibly bizarre as possible. I would dress in ragged woollen suits, always wear a hat, and smoke too many (I mean too many) cigarettes a day, still being able to defend it all the while with a plain: “I’m an artist you fucker.”
"Solitude and silence teach me to love my brothers for what they are, not for what they say."
It was said by Thomas Merton, about whom I know very little other than that he was an author.
I have wireless connection at the Petrol Station
Today I found out that I have wireless connection at the petrol station. The unfortunate conclusion from this discovery is that I was working here for a month - bored to death of course - without knowing of its existence.
Regardless, I am happy now, and I am feeling much better today, which is why I am back working.
On Friday I am going with my parents to Kiryat Shmona, where Revelyn and Robby are living. They are flying back to China in two weeks time.
Regardless, I am happy now, and I am feeling much better today, which is why I am back working.
On Friday I am going with my parents to Kiryat Shmona, where Revelyn and Robby are living. They are flying back to China in two weeks time.
Sunday, 15 July 2007
Where is (are, because Andreas thinks is does not make sense) everyone?
I am generally bored at the moment, hence it has been even more boring for a week or so as I had no one to talk to (i.e. among you guys only, obviously).
I was sick since Thursday, with a fever once again. It reached 41 degrees Celsius this time, but as of now it stands around 38 degrees Celsius. I need to go through some examinations soon because of this continuing problem of high fever. I did not sleep since Wednesday night and barely ate since Thursday afternoon. However, as you can see I am feeling better today, and thus can communicate with people once again. Yet, there are no people I wish to communicate with.
Hopefully, my doctor would tell me what is my system's bloody problem, and I will report to you his findings (unless I am going to die beforehand).
I was sick since Thursday, with a fever once again. It reached 41 degrees Celsius this time, but as of now it stands around 38 degrees Celsius. I need to go through some examinations soon because of this continuing problem of high fever. I did not sleep since Wednesday night and barely ate since Thursday afternoon. However, as you can see I am feeling better today, and thus can communicate with people once again. Yet, there are no people I wish to communicate with.
Hopefully, my doctor would tell me what is my system's bloody problem, and I will report to you his findings (unless I am going to die beforehand).
Saturday, 14 July 2007
Futures?
I don't know if this is some kind of taboo subject of ours, it quite much seems so to me after Vasco's grandmother telling him his IB results, Jon going somewhere to forget about them and so on and so forth. But, I'll ask anyways, since it'd be nice to know...
Where are people going next year? I don't care about your grades, really, that's none of my business. But I am interested in where you all are heading...
I'm going to Manchester at least. And so far, I know I'm taking Vasco with me... :)
Where are people going next year? I don't care about your grades, really, that's none of my business. But I am interested in where you all are heading...
I'm going to Manchester at least. And so far, I know I'm taking Vasco with me... :)
Criminal Record - UK
I am officially an idiot now...
I had a luggage overweight for 4 or 5 kilograms. In Portugal it wasn't a Problem, at Leeds BradfuckingFord it was...
So I put as many clothes as I could on myself to avoid paying 15 quid for the overweight.
When i returned to the check in desk the lady asked me:
-Has anyone interfered with your luggage?
-Ya, Someone just put a bomb in it...(I said)
FUCK!!!!
Bib fucking idiotic stupid joke!
Next thing I know there were 3 cops on me reading some bullshit, putting handcufs on me and taking me to a small room.
I was there for an hour where they asked me the most stupis questions like:
What's your race?(I would answer)Are you sure?
Why are you travelling?
Do we want us to ring your parents?
They noted everything down.
Then at the end they told me it would be alright and I could preceed in flying to Dusseldorf, however I have criminal record. Because what I did was a crime, but I wouldn't have to do anything like go to jail or do comunity service or work.
They were actually friendly people, them called me lad and stuff. They said it was routine and something they just had to do yet they understood my situation and said it was alright. Never do it again, them said.
I actually think they were scared of me. Cause when I left with one copper i heard one of them saying:
-Big bloke he was, definetly someone not to fight with...
Najs!!!!!!
I was late for my flight. So while I was being asked the questions someone checked in for me. Morevoer I passed in front of everyone else with the copper who took me, cause i was late. He left me at the gate and said, enjoy your trip and never do it again.
This was all very akward for me, I did not understand the process that was carried out, nor if what they did was actually legal or sensible...I don't know...I just know that I'm really STUPID!
The only thing I was really scared of was to miss my flight.
I drank too much absinth yesterday and nice vodka and german beer, my hangover is so big that i can't think.
Ps: All the above happened with 3 pairs of trousers on me, 8 t-shirts....and Nat's poncho...I know embarassing...I sould have just paid the fucking 15 pounds...Bugger!
I had a luggage overweight for 4 or 5 kilograms. In Portugal it wasn't a Problem, at Leeds BradfuckingFord it was...
So I put as many clothes as I could on myself to avoid paying 15 quid for the overweight.
When i returned to the check in desk the lady asked me:
-Has anyone interfered with your luggage?
-Ya, Someone just put a bomb in it...(I said)
FUCK!!!!
Bib fucking idiotic stupid joke!
Next thing I know there were 3 cops on me reading some bullshit, putting handcufs on me and taking me to a small room.
I was there for an hour where they asked me the most stupis questions like:
What's your race?(I would answer)Are you sure?
Why are you travelling?
Do we want us to ring your parents?
They noted everything down.
Then at the end they told me it would be alright and I could preceed in flying to Dusseldorf, however I have criminal record. Because what I did was a crime, but I wouldn't have to do anything like go to jail or do comunity service or work.
They were actually friendly people, them called me lad and stuff. They said it was routine and something they just had to do yet they understood my situation and said it was alright. Never do it again, them said.
I actually think they were scared of me. Cause when I left with one copper i heard one of them saying:
-Big bloke he was, definetly someone not to fight with...
Najs!!!!!!
I was late for my flight. So while I was being asked the questions someone checked in for me. Morevoer I passed in front of everyone else with the copper who took me, cause i was late. He left me at the gate and said, enjoy your trip and never do it again.
This was all very akward for me, I did not understand the process that was carried out, nor if what they did was actually legal or sensible...I don't know...I just know that I'm really STUPID!
The only thing I was really scared of was to miss my flight.
I drank too much absinth yesterday and nice vodka and german beer, my hangover is so big that i can't think.
Ps: All the above happened with 3 pairs of trousers on me, 8 t-shirts....and Nat's poncho...I know embarassing...I sould have just paid the fucking 15 pounds...Bugger!
Friday, 13 July 2007
Tiësto@Roskilde 2007
"I can't believe this is what Vasco lives like" - Jonathan, in reference to the more than mild partying, at Tiësto - possibly the coolest of the gigs we only saw half of.
Thursday, 12 July 2007
I'm going to Mecca with Xav
But First I'm going to Germany. According to my friend there going to be Parties nearly every single day. Not much of a difference from here then, just that it will be in Dusseldorf. However i can't fucking wait!!!
In Mecca I'm staying at my Mate Freddy C's house. It's like 5 minute walk from the Dam square; for those who know Mecca it's Central as FUCK. I already have a list of 12 coffee shops I shan't miss. First one shall be Popeye's (My mate told me they have the Best Purple haze of the whole of Mecca!!! Grown out!).
I have never met or seen Xav, I have talked to him though by phone and chatted with. He seems alright...But...
...I still can't stop being a bit of theeeeaaa Del Marcos of the Xav is a Twat World.
Whatever. He's gonna be having a card saying Buddah I'm Here so that I know who he is. On the back of the card we're gonna write: "Wanna laugh?! Give me 50 cents and I'll tell you a joke." Then most prolly I'll stand in Dam square with my stoner bling looking like an idiot and hopefully so high that I'll laugh my ass off when I heard the word joke. Maybe we'll make enough money to buy some munchies...
I think i'm gonna loooooooooooove this trip.
In Mecca I'm staying at my Mate Freddy C's house. It's like 5 minute walk from the Dam square; for those who know Mecca it's Central as FUCK. I already have a list of 12 coffee shops I shan't miss. First one shall be Popeye's (My mate told me they have the Best Purple haze of the whole of Mecca!!! Grown out!).
I have never met or seen Xav, I have talked to him though by phone and chatted with. He seems alright...But...
...I still can't stop being a bit of theeeeaaa Del Marcos of the Xav is a Twat World.
Whatever. He's gonna be having a card saying Buddah I'm Here so that I know who he is. On the back of the card we're gonna write: "Wanna laugh?! Give me 50 cents and I'll tell you a joke." Then most prolly I'll stand in Dam square with my stoner bling looking like an idiot and hopefully so high that I'll laugh my ass off when I heard the word joke. Maybe we'll make enough money to buy some munchies...
I think i'm gonna loooooooooooove this trip.
Tuesday, 10 July 2007
Help
Yesterday I told Moshe i had got three jobs. One of them was djing at a party(so i was told by my boss on the phone).
Moshe called me a "fucking ugly idiot" and he said that that wasn't a propper job. I disagreed...But Unfortunately I get it now...
Let me tell you something about my record collection:
-When I was 14 i wanted to dj, went to some parties and played some shit. Decided i needed to buy good records. I went to a record shop in Lisbon and a pretty old gizer(40 years old) had a box with records in it and was talking to the owner. The owner was offering him 1000 euros. For some fortunate reason I offered 1500 euros (Yes it is a lot but fastly amortized). About 30 or 40 records are in there and I have never shown it to anyone. The records are rare and good, I dont know the artists. The old guy told me some were made by him and others were just rare but all of them were immortal songs. They're all in the range of techno maybe some trance. And I only play them at big parties.
So yesterday I got a phonecall from someone i still dont know the name saying that he liked what he saw at a bar a week ago where i played some commercial shit for girls to dance. And that he wanted me to dj at a party. He fixed up a car to pick me up at 1 am at a certain place...
Now this car was a fucking BMW M5 with two tvs on the back of the head supports of the front seats. I couldn't believe it. We drove for like 20 minutes, the driver didnt even say hi or talked to me.
Once we got there..I realised that my concept of party is not the same as my bosse's... It was fuuucking huge then! More than a 1000 people inside a big tent, it was huge! And I had with myself like 10 cds with some commercial bollocks. My boss met me and told me I'd be on in 10 minutes - No fucking way i told him. i need to go get my records. So he talked to the dj who was supposed to finish off the night to replace my shift. He threw me some car keys and told me to come fast.
Yes...it was the M5 key's. Nah...don't have a drivers license, but again it's Portugal. No one really cares whether you have it or not. can you drive? Good, all that matters.
Got my records and came back. I was really nervous cause i hadn't played for such a crowd in years. The guy takes me to this smaller tent where about 20 people could sit and relax. There were mainly girls innit talking to some guys 2 of them were djs. There also was a small table with a metal plate with a pile of blow on it...
No fucking comments.
I ignored it and started sorting the records by BPM's(beats per minute). While I was doing this right at the bottom of the box there was a record in a white thing that said "Gold". Never saw it and never heard it.
My boss came and told me that I was lucky to have the last shift and if i did not do a good job, he would be "angry".
After this i had 5 shots of absynth and sat down.
At like 3:30 this girl comes and sits literally on me and french kisses me til i pushed her away. "You're on, come with me"
I did. The other dj was playing something i didnt like and was in my opinion too heavy. I greeted everyone to mark my presence and then heard on the phones the "gold" record intro, was alright. Put an echo on the other dj's record and slowly fade it to gold.
Then magic fucking happened.
There was this torning brake in the beat that was followed by a rising happy and comfy tune with a heavenly beat that i loved and everyone else loved!!! It was crazy.
From then til 7:30 am I played the records from the collection and some other stuff i had. For two times a guard stopped people from coming to my stand. Everyone seemed to like it. Perhaps it was shit, but everyone might have been too drugged.
Straight after I finished the dj before me offered me 200 euros for the first record i played the "Gold". i said fuck you.
Then, my boss came with an envelope and told me he'd ring me. Got a ride with the driver i didnt know home on the same M5.
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Djing is easy. You get the beats right, you play the records beat on beat, you fuck around with the faders and knobs, you use some effects if theres is a device for that. But the essence of it, is just pressing a play button.
However you should do it with your own momento. And the records you choose should be appropriate and good. i think I did a good job.
Now... was it worth 200 euros for 3 or 4 hours of pressing play buttons and fucking around with faders? Moreover 200 euros of fucking coke money?!
I feel like shit, i really do and wanna burn that money and I don't think I'll dj again at least not for coke money and not in such an environment as last time.
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Thank you Moshe you were right - I'm a fucking ugly idiot.
P.s: What to do with the coke money? I feel like shit cause i have it.
Moshe called me a "fucking ugly idiot" and he said that that wasn't a propper job. I disagreed...But Unfortunately I get it now...
Let me tell you something about my record collection:
-When I was 14 i wanted to dj, went to some parties and played some shit. Decided i needed to buy good records. I went to a record shop in Lisbon and a pretty old gizer(40 years old) had a box with records in it and was talking to the owner. The owner was offering him 1000 euros. For some fortunate reason I offered 1500 euros (Yes it is a lot but fastly amortized). About 30 or 40 records are in there and I have never shown it to anyone. The records are rare and good, I dont know the artists. The old guy told me some were made by him and others were just rare but all of them were immortal songs. They're all in the range of techno maybe some trance. And I only play them at big parties.
So yesterday I got a phonecall from someone i still dont know the name saying that he liked what he saw at a bar a week ago where i played some commercial shit for girls to dance. And that he wanted me to dj at a party. He fixed up a car to pick me up at 1 am at a certain place...
Now this car was a fucking BMW M5 with two tvs on the back of the head supports of the front seats. I couldn't believe it. We drove for like 20 minutes, the driver didnt even say hi or talked to me.
Once we got there..I realised that my concept of party is not the same as my bosse's... It was fuuucking huge then! More than a 1000 people inside a big tent, it was huge! And I had with myself like 10 cds with some commercial bollocks. My boss met me and told me I'd be on in 10 minutes - No fucking way i told him. i need to go get my records. So he talked to the dj who was supposed to finish off the night to replace my shift. He threw me some car keys and told me to come fast.
Yes...it was the M5 key's. Nah...don't have a drivers license, but again it's Portugal. No one really cares whether you have it or not. can you drive? Good, all that matters.
Got my records and came back. I was really nervous cause i hadn't played for such a crowd in years. The guy takes me to this smaller tent where about 20 people could sit and relax. There were mainly girls innit talking to some guys 2 of them were djs. There also was a small table with a metal plate with a pile of blow on it...
No fucking comments.
I ignored it and started sorting the records by BPM's(beats per minute). While I was doing this right at the bottom of the box there was a record in a white thing that said "Gold". Never saw it and never heard it.
My boss came and told me that I was lucky to have the last shift and if i did not do a good job, he would be "angry".
After this i had 5 shots of absynth and sat down.
At like 3:30 this girl comes and sits literally on me and french kisses me til i pushed her away. "You're on, come with me"
I did. The other dj was playing something i didnt like and was in my opinion too heavy. I greeted everyone to mark my presence and then heard on the phones the "gold" record intro, was alright. Put an echo on the other dj's record and slowly fade it to gold.
Then magic fucking happened.
There was this torning brake in the beat that was followed by a rising happy and comfy tune with a heavenly beat that i loved and everyone else loved!!! It was crazy.
From then til 7:30 am I played the records from the collection and some other stuff i had. For two times a guard stopped people from coming to my stand. Everyone seemed to like it. Perhaps it was shit, but everyone might have been too drugged.
Straight after I finished the dj before me offered me 200 euros for the first record i played the "Gold". i said fuck you.
Then, my boss came with an envelope and told me he'd ring me. Got a ride with the driver i didnt know home on the same M5.
----
Djing is easy. You get the beats right, you play the records beat on beat, you fuck around with the faders and knobs, you use some effects if theres is a device for that. But the essence of it, is just pressing a play button.
However you should do it with your own momento. And the records you choose should be appropriate and good. i think I did a good job.
Now... was it worth 200 euros for 3 or 4 hours of pressing play buttons and fucking around with faders? Moreover 200 euros of fucking coke money?!
I feel like shit, i really do and wanna burn that money and I don't think I'll dj again at least not for coke money and not in such an environment as last time.
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Thank you Moshe you were right - I'm a fucking ugly idiot.
P.s: What to do with the coke money? I feel like shit cause i have it.
ze Germanz
Well well well... it's day two of Jon's little getaway trip. A trip to forget IB results, to have fun, to see a little Europe, to find El Dorado, to chase the elusive "Good Pint" all the way from the cold, muddy wastelands of the North to the sweltering smog of the South. I'm currently getting to grips with a German keyboard in a Netcafe in Munich (or München as i discovered it's called in actuality). I kissed Teddy goodbye(figuratively speaking) yesterday at stupid o'clock in the morning, muddy, wet and cold. Since then I have blitzed through Denmark and Hamburg, meeting lots of cool backbackers, fit maltese girls who buy me lots of beer until i tell them how old i am, old german ladies who talk wistfully of the DDR and crazy drunken danes.
I met one German guy on the train who had also been at Roskilde. His opinion of the festival was that there "NOT ENOUGH RAIN! HAHAHAHA! MORE! MORE MUD!! I LIKE VERY MORE! HEEHEEHEE" (imagine this belched by a rotund, black-clothed man in a black leather cowboy hat, opening his second can of Tuborg mid-sentence and knocking it back faster than a Danish plughole). I was recommended by him to visit "ze great 'strippedy barz' HAHAHAH" in Hamburg, but instead found a very agreeable and tall dark glass of Dunkel (sexier by far). There was a market of produce from Stuttgart there too and so at around 8pm i sat down there reading La Reppublica (can you believe they didn't have a decent English paper?) and tried various sorts of Riesling and Bretzel while men in funny outfits serenaded me with accordions and guitars. This fitted PERFECTLY my stereotype of Germany, so i was happy.
I look like a proper hobo. I smell. I'm wearing my only dry clothes after Roskilde, carrying a tiny bag stuffed to the point of supernova and with a guitar tied round my neck with a piece of string. It's a miracle i haven#t been beaten up yet, but, i guess this isn't Portugal, eh? By the way Vasco, i'd love to visit you mate but Portugal isn't on the way from Denmark to Italy, but if you can shift your country a little to the right, then i'll drop by.
My next stop is to try and see if i get arrested by busking in Bologna before carrying on down through any cool cities that take my fancy. The people here may be rude, the weather may be bollocks, I may be coughing like a convulsive rubber duck, my state of hygeine may be post apocalyptic but nothing beats sitting down with a good pint and a map and thinking "where to next? Ljubljana? Bern? Istanbul?".
I'm just going to check the weather and that will most likely decide where i eventually end up. Then maybe check that there is no death-penalty for unlicensed buskers in Italy, for that would be an unfortunate end to this trip.
A post about Roskilde may be forthcoming but as for now i still have to recover. It was rather insane. One of those wonderful, purgingly free insanities. Less than 7 pounds for 18 beers...thats a nice price.
Anyway, if anyone has been trying to contact me during this time i must apologise but my mobile has been out of battery for an insufferably long time. Hence, no pictures sorry. I'll try and get it recharged soon. I was relying on German trains being as sensible as Danish ones, with powersockets next to teh seats but NOOO. "You are now leaving the Nordic Region. Please leave your common sense and modern thinking in the bags provided".
Oh and one last thing. Why did i never learn German? WHYYYYYYY!?
"Post veröffentlichen"? Sure, why not...
I met one German guy on the train who had also been at Roskilde. His opinion of the festival was that there "NOT ENOUGH RAIN! HAHAHAHA! MORE! MORE MUD!! I LIKE VERY MORE! HEEHEEHEE" (imagine this belched by a rotund, black-clothed man in a black leather cowboy hat, opening his second can of Tuborg mid-sentence and knocking it back faster than a Danish plughole). I was recommended by him to visit "ze great 'strippedy barz' HAHAHAH" in Hamburg, but instead found a very agreeable and tall dark glass of Dunkel (sexier by far). There was a market of produce from Stuttgart there too and so at around 8pm i sat down there reading La Reppublica (can you believe they didn't have a decent English paper?) and tried various sorts of Riesling and Bretzel while men in funny outfits serenaded me with accordions and guitars. This fitted PERFECTLY my stereotype of Germany, so i was happy.
I look like a proper hobo. I smell. I'm wearing my only dry clothes after Roskilde, carrying a tiny bag stuffed to the point of supernova and with a guitar tied round my neck with a piece of string. It's a miracle i haven#t been beaten up yet, but, i guess this isn't Portugal, eh? By the way Vasco, i'd love to visit you mate but Portugal isn't on the way from Denmark to Italy, but if you can shift your country a little to the right, then i'll drop by.
My next stop is to try and see if i get arrested by busking in Bologna before carrying on down through any cool cities that take my fancy. The people here may be rude, the weather may be bollocks, I may be coughing like a convulsive rubber duck, my state of hygeine may be post apocalyptic but nothing beats sitting down with a good pint and a map and thinking "where to next? Ljubljana? Bern? Istanbul?".
I'm just going to check the weather and that will most likely decide where i eventually end up. Then maybe check that there is no death-penalty for unlicensed buskers in Italy, for that would be an unfortunate end to this trip.
A post about Roskilde may be forthcoming but as for now i still have to recover. It was rather insane. One of those wonderful, purgingly free insanities. Less than 7 pounds for 18 beers...thats a nice price.
Anyway, if anyone has been trying to contact me during this time i must apologise but my mobile has been out of battery for an insufferably long time. Hence, no pictures sorry. I'll try and get it recharged soon. I was relying on German trains being as sensible as Danish ones, with powersockets next to teh seats but NOOO. "You are now leaving the Nordic Region. Please leave your common sense and modern thinking in the bags provided".
Oh and one last thing. Why did i never learn German? WHYYYYYYY!?
"Post veröffentlichen"? Sure, why not...
Monday, 9 July 2007
My Stoner Bling
For a stylish day:
For a sunny day:
For a rainy day(thanks for the poncho Nat):
For a stony day:
Even the girls liked it!!!
For a sunny day:
For a rainy day(thanks for the poncho Nat):
For a stony day:
Even the girls liked it!!!
Sunday, 8 July 2007
Artistic Shitting
I took the most artistic shit in the whole wide world, something that Reidun would call art!!!
It was multicolor!!! Some parts light brown, some parts black and some parts brownish greenish!!!!
The way it was disposed somewhat made me recall a Monet painting of a garden in autumn.
It was beautiful!!!
It was multicolor!!! Some parts light brown, some parts black and some parts brownish greenish!!!!
The way it was disposed somewhat made me recall a Monet painting of a garden in autumn.
It was beautiful!!!
PORTUGAL IS...
I partied hard as FUCK with my ZERO year today. She's called Maria and she's so damn beautifully gorgeously cute it makes me dizzy! Like a normal Portuguese girl should be ;)
I met her at the uwc meeting, had some white wine. Persuaded her to come with me to my town.
Once arrived we both passed out for 3 hours on my sofas since the night before we both had gone out until dawn. My elder friends arrived, we drank a lot of wine, sangria and nice portuguese home made spirits. Got a ride from one of the friends, his son provided me with some marrocan fresh supplies.
After enjoying them we went to a bar to the party of a friend of mine - it was rocking. At 3 we left to the local disco(2 dancefloors, a 2 chill out areas and a warming up/making out place). I hadn't danced with such fucking joy and joyness and happyness and eagerness since I saw Mr. Carl Cox hitting the decks about 2 years ago.
Maria loved it!!! I loved it too, to be very honest.
Conclusion:
Many parties in one single day. Many different alcoholic drinks consumed, in moderate quantities(obviously). A LOT of Fun had with my zero year.
Goals Achieved:
Sparked up with a girl(I honestly fucking love it), whom was MY ZERO YEAR!!! AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH SHE'S GONNA FIT IN FUCKING AWESOME IN FLEKKE FFS!!! She's gonna fucking love it.
Only Filipa left now to spark up with Vasco!!!
I can now confidently say:
Portugal is...gonna be represented by Maria in RCN and I am happy and proud about it.
I love my National committee, Thanks for the white wine! I love Maria, she's a bit of the party animal type. Najs?Ah and she can fucking dance!
Ps.: Met these two people at the UWC meeting one from Malaysia and a Girlf from Kenya. Fucking friendly as chilled fluffy fat cats, we're gonna keep in touch.
I just wish you all would have been here, Oh My God!!!
I met her at the uwc meeting, had some white wine. Persuaded her to come with me to my town.
Once arrived we both passed out for 3 hours on my sofas since the night before we both had gone out until dawn. My elder friends arrived, we drank a lot of wine, sangria and nice portuguese home made spirits. Got a ride from one of the friends, his son provided me with some marrocan fresh supplies.
After enjoying them we went to a bar to the party of a friend of mine - it was rocking. At 3 we left to the local disco(2 dancefloors, a 2 chill out areas and a warming up/making out place). I hadn't danced with such fucking joy and joyness and happyness and eagerness since I saw Mr. Carl Cox hitting the decks about 2 years ago.
Maria loved it!!! I loved it too, to be very honest.
Conclusion:
Many parties in one single day. Many different alcoholic drinks consumed, in moderate quantities(obviously). A LOT of Fun had with my zero year.
Goals Achieved:
Sparked up with a girl(I honestly fucking love it), whom was MY ZERO YEAR!!! AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH SHE'S GONNA FIT IN FUCKING AWESOME IN FLEKKE FFS!!! She's gonna fucking love it.
Only Filipa left now to spark up with Vasco!!!
I can now confidently say:
Portugal is...gonna be represented by Maria in RCN and I am happy and proud about it.
I love my National committee, Thanks for the white wine! I love Maria, she's a bit of the party animal type. Najs?Ah and she can fucking dance!
Ps.: Met these two people at the UWC meeting one from Malaysia and a Girlf from Kenya. Fucking friendly as chilled fluffy fat cats, we're gonna keep in touch.
I just wish you all would have been here, Oh My God!!!
Saturday, 7 July 2007
Inland Empire
I just came back from the cinema.
Please, I urge you all to go to a cinema near you and watch one of the best films I have ever watched -
It is David Lynch's creation in its best.
Confusing, surrealistic, bizarre, mysterious, thrilling, emotional, threatening, existentialist, genuine, luminous, brilliant.
I am still picturing it all in my mind. This film destroyed my abilities to comprehend time, location, fiction and reality. It is still playing with my mind, and I guess it won't let go until tomorrow. My state of mind is still far from being clear.
Go. Watch it and forget for 179 magical minutes the entertainment shite
Perspective
Many of our friends are now in Denmark - in Roskilde. They are enjoying music, alcohol, friends and the atmosphere, just as well as the rain, the mud and the misery. The main enterainment is digging holes, filling them with mud and then sit and wait for someone to fall into it. Lots of people have left already, a few have returned. This is what it looks like, so you know what they're talking about when our friends all come back again...
Here in Hillerød, 20 minutes away from the festival spot, the roads are covered by water. (one meter deep in some places!) Half of the buses are cancelled, just as the train between Hillerød and Allerød (the first stop on the way to Copenhagen). This means I have to spend and extra 30 minutes to get to work.
But, honestly. My problems are nothing compared to the people there. And their problems are nothing compared to other things going on around the globe. Reading Faaez's entry this morning, I came to think about the fact that spending 30 minutes extra on a bus in the morning and being fully registered, legally, in Denmark is not such a big problem at all. The latter is mostly a question of pride.
Everything is really all about perspective, isn't it?
Here in Hillerød, 20 minutes away from the festival spot, the roads are covered by water. (one meter deep in some places!) Half of the buses are cancelled, just as the train between Hillerød and Allerød (the first stop on the way to Copenhagen). This means I have to spend and extra 30 minutes to get to work.
But, honestly. My problems are nothing compared to the people there. And their problems are nothing compared to other things going on around the globe. Reading Faaez's entry this morning, I came to think about the fact that spending 30 minutes extra on a bus in the morning and being fully registered, legally, in Denmark is not such a big problem at all. The latter is mostly a question of pride.
Everything is really all about perspective, isn't it?
Friday, 6 July 2007
Red Islamabad
It's three in the morning and the slight patter of the raindrops on my window is interspersed with sounds of firing and mortar shelling a few kilometers away from where I live.
Islamabad is in a state of stalled shock. We still can't digest all the absurdity of some bigoted idiots and the misfortune that it has brewed in the last few days. Okay, Pakistan has had its fare share of shit but hardly in my eighteen years of life have I ever heard even gunshots, let alone mortar shells, being fired in Islamabad. We had the first ever curfew imposed in the history of the city two days ago. The Islamabad, that usually doesn't lose its cool, seems like a transformed place in just six months.
The most disturbing is the uncertainty of it all: we don't know what to think, who to believe, what to expect; indeed we don't even really know WHY all this is happening in the first place.
It all started a few months ago when a certain Ghazi , leader of the famed(read notorious) Red Mosque started agitating with his band of rowdy extremist students, against what he saw was the rampant immorality and demolishing of a few mosques(which were illegally built on public land) by the city authorities. They burnt CD shops selling porn, kidnapped a brothel owner and what not.
The girls from the seminary(attached to the mosque) took over a children's library by force, wielding batons and kidnapped policemen. It just did not make sense that the government tolerated all that in this case, whereas we had incidents of whole madrassahs, full of children, being blown up by guided missiles on the presumption that there were Taliban inside, in Waziristan, the northwestern part of Pakistan.
Then suddenly one day, while I was at a ceremony, I get a phone call from my father telling me to avoid the route back home through Aabpara, the area where the mosque is. I of course didn't and it was a mayhem there. Smoke bellowing from around the mosque, heavy firing and police, rangers and ambulances all over. Apparently, government forces had besieged the mosque for a few days and then that particular day one of the militants fired at the rangers, killing one. And then an open confrontation ensued.
The standoff has continued for a few days now, killing about 20 people so far, injuring I don’t know how many, and many a comic and sad incidents we have come to see in the process too.
Shit, just now there was a loud blast very close by. They're saying on the TV that it was at this other seminary close to my home. A retaliatory blast they're calling it. It's not clear what it was. Could have been a suicide bomb, could have been not. They don't know yet.[edit=they clarified on TV that it was actually not a suicide bomb. Just another mortar fire at the Red Mosque by the govt. forces]
And that's exactly what we're afraid of. Retaliation. The government forces, sooner or later will for sure wipe these suckers out from this mosque, but what after that? I tried to gauge the mood amongst the mullahs by going to a Friday sermon by one of the more extreme mullahs and it sounded threatening. It seems like they'll look to pay the government back. But I don't know. And that's the bottomline.
The interesting thing about this confrontation however has been the role of the media. Reminds me of Baudrillard's theory about the Gulf War being fought on the TV screen rather than the Gulf itself. As I said earlier, I was surprised how the government could have given these blokes so much leverage in the first place. There are conspiracy theories(which frankly make more sense than the conventional version of truth in this case) going around about how Musharraf tried to exploit the situation to his advantage by taking the action at the time when a)he was losing the case against the Chief Justice he suspended in the Supreme Court BADLY and b) when he desperately needed some stunt that would keep him in office even after the next elections.
I don't know how much of this makes sense, as complicatedly twisted and ugly the whole situation is, but I just needed to banter for a little bit. And that's just what I have done.
I will be off for now. Until later,
BBC's take on the Red Mosque: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/south_asia/6503477.stm
IB
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how was it?
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nice
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yours
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how nice?
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nice enough for manchester let's put it this way
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;)
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good
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yoyu?»
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good enough for carleton?
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I can fail for Carleton
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m8
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can i share something
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REAAAAAAALLY personal with you?
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sure
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thansk for the Email
Moses - Home, sad or happy? diz:
btw
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promess you wont inerrupt me
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please
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IB results
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are something you achieve
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with your own sweat, pain, suffering and HARD work.
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the same with the length of your penis.
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saying how much you got on IB is the same as saying how long your penis is
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very badly perceived in my opinion
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being short or long
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it doens't matter
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you still fuck with it
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you have a wank with it
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you take a piss with it
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dont fucking show off about it!
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ffs!!!
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it really gets on my balls!
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it's gone!!!
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past!
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future is in front of you(with INARA!AHAHAHAH) and it is a good future innit?!
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the moment you saW YOUR RESULTS
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they're fucking dead m8!
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who the fuck cares?
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it seriously wounds the fuck up out of my bloody guts!
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FUCK IT! IT'S GOOD! IT'S ENOUGH! YOU'RE HAVING A GOOD LIFE!
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what the fuck else do you want? A fucking blowjob?!
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(that would be nice actually!)
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but you get my point!
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don't you m8?
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Another personal thing:
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Rememeber that Martini campaign - Martini is...
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It fucked me up the first time i was it, I was young.
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But now, I have lived 18 years, I'm mature. And i can confidently say: Portugal is...
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And it's reaaaally nice to get a feeling of that, you know?
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...
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...
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I mean Moshe, there's fucking spanck everywhere on the fucking place!!!
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It just swang out, hit plant. The plant has grown. And it jnust hangs around there
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There's SPANCK everyfucking where Moshe!!!!
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Cause everyone is so free about it
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and everyone's done it!
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"Portugal is..."
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Fuck yeah m8!
how was it?
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nice
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yours
Moses - Home, sad or happy? diz:
how nice?
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
nice enough for manchester let's put it this way
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
;)
Moses - Home, sad or happy? diz:
good
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
yoyu?»
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
good enough for carleton?
Moses - Home, sad or happy? diz:
I can fail for Carleton
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
m8
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
can i share something
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
REAAAAAAALLY personal with you?
Moses - Home, sad or happy? diz:
sure
Moses - Home, sad or happy? diz:
thansk for the Email
Moses - Home, sad or happy? diz:
btw
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
promess you wont inerrupt me
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
please
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
IB results
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
are something you achieve
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
with your own sweat, pain, suffering and HARD work.
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
the same with the length of your penis.
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
saying how much you got on IB is the same as saying how long your penis is
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
very badly perceived in my opinion
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
being short or long
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
it doens't matter
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
you still fuck with it
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
you have a wank with it
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
you take a piss with it
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
dont fucking show off about it!
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
ffs!!!
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
it really gets on my balls!
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
it's gone!!!
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
past!
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
future is in front of you(with INARA!AHAHAHAH) and it is a good future innit?!
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
the moment you saW YOUR RESULTS
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
they're fucking dead m8!
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
who the fuck cares?
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
it seriously wounds the fuck up out of my bloody guts!
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
FUCK IT! IT'S GOOD! IT'S ENOUGH! YOU'RE HAVING A GOOD LIFE!
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
what the fuck else do you want? A fucking blowjob?!
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
(that would be nice actually!)
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
but you get my point!
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
don't you m8?
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
Another personal thing:
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
Rememeber that Martini campaign - Martini is...
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
It fucked me up the first time i was it, I was young.
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
But now, I have lived 18 years, I'm mature. And i can confidently say: Portugal is...
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
And it's reaaaally nice to get a feeling of that, you know?
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
...
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
...
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
I mean Moshe, there's fucking spanck everywhere on the fucking place!!!
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
It just swang out, hit plant. The plant has grown. And it jnust hangs around there
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
There's SPANCK everyfucking where Moshe!!!!
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
Cause everyone is so free about it
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and everyone's done it!
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
"Portugal is..."
Nah...Ain't gonna fuck her! I'm knackered. I'm just gonna have a nosh!!! diz:
Fuck yeah m8!
My Personal Code or Pin is Wrong
Yes, I am suffering again, as I am not able to see my results.
It is again me, the one with bad fortune, which is rather amusing considering the fact I do not believe in the notion of "luck".
It is again me, the one with bad fortune, which is rather amusing considering the fact I do not believe in the notion of "luck".
Wednesday, 4 July 2007
The End
Since I piss off everybody so fucking MUCH, and everyone fucking hates me and wants to see me dead.
I guess I'll stop writting on the blog, after having committed suicide.
Fuck you all!(All those who hate me. The ones who like me, just be where you are).
Bye Bye, by the way.
I guess I'll stop writting on the blog, after having committed suicide.
Fuck you all!(All those who hate me. The ones who like me, just be where you are).
Bye Bye, by the way.
The Swedish/Danish conflict
Combined news from Sweden and Denmark; the Danish right-wing party Danskt Folkeparti (DF) thinks that Sweden accepts too many immigrants. Ther main problem with this arise due to the Nordic agreement stating that Nordic citizens may move around freely within the region. This means that Swedish immigrants move to Denmark supported by a Swedish paper and Denmark has to let them in. This is really the back door in - many of these immigrants have previously been declined an asylum in Denmark...
This does contain a grain of truth and is, after all, a rather bizarre fact. What DF wants, is to stop the entire Nordic cooperation. This is not just stupid, but idiotic...
Relating all this to my own affairs, I mean - I'm a Swede working and currently living in Denmark. After a lot, I mean A LOT, of trouble, I got a Danish personal number in order to work here. (Firstly, they registered me as living on my own address, which was changed ten phone calls later.) A while ago, I got this lovely letter from the Swedish tax authority, kindly reminding me to notify them about me moving out from Sweden. Moving out from Sweden forever.
Well, I sent them an e-mail, called them and sent them a letter t sort it all out. I meant then I was not to be removed from the Swedish national registration since I'm only staying for two months. In order to be removed from this register, you need to stay abroad for at least one year.
Considering the issue to have been dealt with, I forgot all about it.
Yesterday, I got another letter from the Swedish tax authority. "The tax authority has decided to deregister you from the national register as emigrated the 9th of June 2007. [...] According to a report from the register in Hillerød municipality you have been registred as immigrated to Denmark the 9th of June 2007. The tax authority has therefore registered you as emigrated."
I'm gonna call them now, since it seems as Sweden has accepted too many immigrants and now need to throw someone else out...
(The funny thing is that the decision is based on the first registration, the one where I had my own address, not a "c/o" one. So now I'm not permanently registered anywhere. Currently, I don't have a country at all...)
And by the way, I hope you're all enjoying the muddy Roskilde. They are promising rain for the next ten days, too. It's not getting better...
This does contain a grain of truth and is, after all, a rather bizarre fact. What DF wants, is to stop the entire Nordic cooperation. This is not just stupid, but idiotic...
Relating all this to my own affairs, I mean - I'm a Swede working and currently living in Denmark. After a lot, I mean A LOT, of trouble, I got a Danish personal number in order to work here. (Firstly, they registered me as living on my own address, which was changed ten phone calls later.) A while ago, I got this lovely letter from the Swedish tax authority, kindly reminding me to notify them about me moving out from Sweden. Moving out from Sweden forever.
Well, I sent them an e-mail, called them and sent them a letter t sort it all out. I meant then I was not to be removed from the Swedish national registration since I'm only staying for two months. In order to be removed from this register, you need to stay abroad for at least one year.
Considering the issue to have been dealt with, I forgot all about it.
Yesterday, I got another letter from the Swedish tax authority. "The tax authority has decided to deregister you from the national register as emigrated the 9th of June 2007. [...] According to a report from the register in Hillerød municipality you have been registred as immigrated to Denmark the 9th of June 2007. The tax authority has therefore registered you as emigrated."
I'm gonna call them now, since it seems as Sweden has accepted too many immigrants and now need to throw someone else out...
(The funny thing is that the decision is based on the first registration, the one where I had my own address, not a "c/o" one. So now I'm not permanently registered anywhere. Currently, I don't have a country at all...)
And by the way, I hope you're all enjoying the muddy Roskilde. They are promising rain for the next ten days, too. It's not getting better...
Monday, 2 July 2007
Return of the Sith
I think that's the name of the last Star Wars Movie, though I'm not sure. Come to think of it, it is actually the REVENGE of the Sith, this being highlighted of course by a particularly memorable scene in the film.
Not much to describe in an update, really. I've come to realize that the name of the blog, the Thoughts of the Quinity, is remarkably inappropriate given the general character of the posts.
Otherwise, I recently visited Shanghai and a specific friend there for a week. My good friend, Ashmit, an authentic mathematical genius and a devout Indian, has unfortunately been conscripted for the next two years, and will hence constrict himself to Singapore. Shanghai was an interesting experience, the fact being that I have not visited the exalted mainland since circa 1997. (And that was Beijing, in any case). It is a polluted city, the cigarettes cost from 5-10 RMB (the People's Currency), hence equivalent to 6-9 NOK (per pack, of course), the locals are bastards with a sense of humour, the infrastructure is chaotic and worth seeing, the Museum is tedious (unless you're a serious fan of a particular brand of stagnant Chinese art), the property market is BOOOOMING, and the stock market is set to compete amongst the best.
So, a privileged economic center of the world. I visited the People's Square, the People's Road, and all other various People's business. We should have entered the main government offices (complete with the red CCP insignia adorning the entrance), but we ran out of time at the last minute. It probably would have been rather pointless, in any case.
So, I realize Roskilde will be arriving shortly. How many of you are actually going?
I will be traveling to Thailand soon, so if any of you would like cheap narcotics, capital punishment, or Surakit, please remind me.
Not much to describe in an update, really. I've come to realize that the name of the blog, the Thoughts of the Quinity, is remarkably inappropriate given the general character of the posts.
Otherwise, I recently visited Shanghai and a specific friend there for a week. My good friend, Ashmit, an authentic mathematical genius and a devout Indian, has unfortunately been conscripted for the next two years, and will hence constrict himself to Singapore. Shanghai was an interesting experience, the fact being that I have not visited the exalted mainland since circa 1997. (And that was Beijing, in any case). It is a polluted city, the cigarettes cost from 5-10 RMB (the People's Currency), hence equivalent to 6-9 NOK (per pack, of course), the locals are bastards with a sense of humour, the infrastructure is chaotic and worth seeing, the Museum is tedious (unless you're a serious fan of a particular brand of stagnant Chinese art), the property market is BOOOOMING, and the stock market is set to compete amongst the best.
So, a privileged economic center of the world. I visited the People's Square, the People's Road, and all other various People's business. We should have entered the main government offices (complete with the red CCP insignia adorning the entrance), but we ran out of time at the last minute. It probably would have been rather pointless, in any case.
So, I realize Roskilde will be arriving shortly. How many of you are actually going?
I will be traveling to Thailand soon, so if any of you would like cheap narcotics, capital punishment, or Surakit, please remind me.
Sunday, 1 July 2007
THE WEDDING PARTY
BY
VASCO SABINO
Faint light.BY
VASCO SABINO
There are people of all ages dancing on a pretty big dance floor. General Portuguese wedding kinda joyness and drunkness environment.
One of the charaters, VASCO, is the person who can be distinguished the easiest due to his idiotic dancing, flashy suit and hat.
There is a PISS FUCKING DRUNK YOUNG LADY dancing with him. Her PARENTS were nearby and also drunk.
Vasco is trying to pretend that he knows all the song lyrics and acts it out while dancing, trying to be charmful.PISS FUCKING DRUNK YOUNG LADY: Ahahahah! Nice party, you dance so well!!! I wish i could always dance with you.
VASCO: Always vailable for you.
PISS FUCKING DRUNK YOUNG LADY(smiling): Thanks...you're so sweet. I WANNA MARY YOU!!!
VASCO(like aye she's drunk, whatever): AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I wish.
The PISS FUCKING DRUNK YOUNG LADY just leaves out of the blue and VASCO leaves to nowhere in particular to dance with no one in particular. He actually was dancing close to his parents. The PISS FUCKING DRUNK YOUNG LADY arrives with her PARENTS.
PARENTS: Hello! So it appears that my daughter and you wish to get married. Very happy for the decision.
VASCO's parents burst in laughter and just leave.
VASCO(not knowing what to do and not wanting to cause trouble): Errrrrrrrr...We were just kidding...like playing around...
PISS FUCKING DRUNK YOUNG LADY starts crying along with her mum. The father took a sip(half the glass) of his whiskey and left. Vasco continued "dancing" with no one in particular.
THE END
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Conclusion: I could have a fiancé right now.
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Conclusion: I could have a fiancé right now.
Saturday, 30 June 2007
Bicky about Quombs
Ok, im leaving tomorrow morning early for Denmark and so i'm soon to go to sleep, but i thought you should know, straight from the horse's mouth about the latest terrorist attack in my haggard country.
Hundred of people died.
Oops, no actually, that was hyperbole, vasco-style. No one died luckily, but a car-bomb did actually go off at Glasgow airport. Blew up right at the entrance. Big jeep grand cherokee (fat american car) engulfed in a pillar of flame. People ran away as it drove AT the airport terminal and so no one was immediately injured, also because the would-be terrorists were bumbling fools.
As soon as the pillar of flame went up, two "asians" were seen falling out of the car, partly on fire (and i mean that literally, not as a colloquial honorific for their kickassitude). As soon as these people fell out of the car, i'm sure it was easily apparent why they chose a bad airport to bomb - scotsmen don't take kindly to being the subject of even an attempted terrorist attack. Eye-witnesses were said to have beaten the two flaming men to a pulp before the police could restrain them. The police are now questioning them, connecting this incident to those in london recently. One of the men was found with a "suicide belt", allegedly.
Anyway, this is all a bit exciting seeing as i am flying from stansted to Denmark tomorrow, for Roskilde. This just reminds me of what happened last year, with me and Nat in amsterdam; the morning our flight leaves, there's the attempted liquid bombings. I reckon these terrorists are actually just trying to disrupt my travel itinerary. Those bastards.
Anyway, see you soon, perhaps ill update from Roskilde. Either way, i just have one thing to say:
FUCK WE GET OUR RESULTS SOON
and with that, i bid you toodle-oo
Hundred of people died.
Oops, no actually, that was hyperbole, vasco-style. No one died luckily, but a car-bomb did actually go off at Glasgow airport. Blew up right at the entrance. Big jeep grand cherokee (fat american car) engulfed in a pillar of flame. People ran away as it drove AT the airport terminal and so no one was immediately injured, also because the would-be terrorists were bumbling fools.
As soon as the pillar of flame went up, two "asians" were seen falling out of the car, partly on fire (and i mean that literally, not as a colloquial honorific for their kickassitude). As soon as these people fell out of the car, i'm sure it was easily apparent why they chose a bad airport to bomb - scotsmen don't take kindly to being the subject of even an attempted terrorist attack. Eye-witnesses were said to have beaten the two flaming men to a pulp before the police could restrain them. The police are now questioning them, connecting this incident to those in london recently. One of the men was found with a "suicide belt", allegedly.
Anyway, this is all a bit exciting seeing as i am flying from stansted to Denmark tomorrow, for Roskilde. This just reminds me of what happened last year, with me and Nat in amsterdam; the morning our flight leaves, there's the attempted liquid bombings. I reckon these terrorists are actually just trying to disrupt my travel itinerary. Those bastards.
Anyway, see you soon, perhaps ill update from Roskilde. Either way, i just have one thing to say:
FUCK WE GET OUR RESULTS SOON
and with that, i bid you toodle-oo
Filipa was here
*Small pause when filliIng your lungs with air for doing CPR*
*Read this as if you'd have said it all, during that small breathing pause*:
I just wish Filipa would still be alive for telling you how fucking everything the party fucking was.
She got home by taxi at 4 i think. I arrived at 730. I is much sober now. I did enjoy fresh marrocan ciagerretes that just improved our social, personal and mind and body effects condition.
I cant remember too well but it was fucking great. My mate told me that about 200 different people went to the party(perhaps he exagerated a bit..really dunno!) he party was good...flilpa will tell you details after i finish off the CPR.
*Lungs filled, Proceed with CPR*
ps.: Hope not to piss off the virgin menstruated swedish disgusting nun, Ted.
ps.s.s: I miss you Ted. And you all as well.(Gabriel if you read this...lose your hopes...I do not miss you. Sorry for being so harsh
*Read this as if you'd have said it all, during that small breathing pause*:
I just wish Filipa would still be alive for telling you how fucking everything the party fucking was.
She got home by taxi at 4 i think. I arrived at 730. I is much sober now. I did enjoy fresh marrocan ciagerretes that just improved our social, personal and mind and body effects condition.
I cant remember too well but it was fucking great. My mate told me that about 200 different people went to the party(perhaps he exagerated a bit..really dunno!) he party was good...flilpa will tell you details after i finish off the CPR.
*Lungs filled, Proceed with CPR*
ps.: Hope not to piss off the virgin menstruated swedish disgusting nun, Ted.
ps.s.s: I miss you Ted. And you all as well.(Gabriel if you read this...lose your hopes...I do not miss you. Sorry for being so harsh
Friday, 29 June 2007
Astronaut drove without a nappy
Haha! Aftenposten used to be my favourite source for humouralism, but BBC is fast catching up.
A former US astronaut accused of trying to kidnap a love rival did not wear a nappy during her long drive to confront the other woman, her lawyer says.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/6255602.stm
Check this piece out. :)
A former US astronaut accused of trying to kidnap a love rival did not wear a nappy during her long drive to confront the other woman, her lawyer says.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/6255602.stm
Check this piece out. :)
Back in the sunshine
Hello people...
finally, I'm back to Italy! Landed here yesterday afternoon at 13:40 and arrived home at 18:00 after a long trip in the heat fighting with my dad because he wouldn't let me drive. Eventually, I won and I drove!
I was in Copenhagen for a couple of days with Aili (who's here with me now) and we met up with Aske, Sara (and her sister)and Nashfa in a cafè somewhere in the middle of the city where you could smoke water-pipe and obviously drink. It was cool, I think it's the one Jon told me (I don't know if he did the same with you) about.
One bad thing has happened: my mum destroyed my attic! She removed everything that was in there (apart form the sofa and the dead computer). Furthermore she painted the wall yellow and the ceiling light blue (do you think that is normal?!?!), and she hang some old pictures of myself and my sister. You can't imagine how sad this is. but it'll come back to its normal shape.
Here not much is going on: people are killing one another as usual, in a daily routine; the heat is killing some people, usually old ones; in politics they're fighting as usual and not getting anywhere...oh, one cool piece of news: the run over the wife of the President of the Republic outside their house (which his the palace up the Quirinale in Rome). She was walking out for some reasons without body guards as she doesn't want security around her to preserve a normal life despite being the wife of the President but she was run over by a car. Obviously the accident was not planned, it wasn't any terroristic act or anything similar, and she only got, fortunately for her, a broken shoulder and a fractured leg.
ok, I'm off now.
farewell
finally, I'm back to Italy! Landed here yesterday afternoon at 13:40 and arrived home at 18:00 after a long trip in the heat fighting with my dad because he wouldn't let me drive. Eventually, I won and I drove!
I was in Copenhagen for a couple of days with Aili (who's here with me now) and we met up with Aske, Sara (and her sister)and Nashfa in a cafè somewhere in the middle of the city where you could smoke water-pipe and obviously drink. It was cool, I think it's the one Jon told me (I don't know if he did the same with you) about.
One bad thing has happened: my mum destroyed my attic! She removed everything that was in there (apart form the sofa and the dead computer). Furthermore she painted the wall yellow and the ceiling light blue (do you think that is normal?!?!), and she hang some old pictures of myself and my sister. You can't imagine how sad this is. but it'll come back to its normal shape.
Here not much is going on: people are killing one another as usual, in a daily routine; the heat is killing some people, usually old ones; in politics they're fighting as usual and not getting anywhere...oh, one cool piece of news: the run over the wife of the President of the Republic outside their house (which his the palace up the Quirinale in Rome). She was walking out for some reasons without body guards as she doesn't want security around her to preserve a normal life despite being the wife of the President but she was run over by a car. Obviously the accident was not planned, it wasn't any terroristic act or anything similar, and she only got, fortunately for her, a broken shoulder and a fractured leg.
ok, I'm off now.
farewell
Thursday, 28 June 2007
Wednesday, 27 June 2007
Everything you could possibly want to know about Gordon Brown
So, what with a new prime minister that no one voted for and all that. I decided to do a little research, ask around, gauge public opinion (at the pub) and write down for you guys, as your loyal British Correspondent, what's what with the new leader of the United Kingdom of the British Isles and Northern Ireland. Apologies for length. Here we go:
☼ Upon entering university suffered from a detached retina, is blind in one eye, 30% vision in other. Friends say this made him more determined and driven as a person
☼ Went to
☼ Was part of an academic experiment for gifted children
☼ Never disapproved of heavy joint-smoking or bonking at university but didn’t indulge himself.
☼ Became rector at the age of 20 (usually given to a show business star like Peter Ustinov) after a political campaign involving girls in miniskirts. Oh how apt.
☼ Liked power a lot. Freaked out university board by his hunger.
☼ Had a serious love-affair with a Romanian princess who was 81st in line to the british throne (if 81 people died, Brown would have been Queen Consort, like the Duke of Edinburgh now is) Despite being madly in love with him, they broke up with her quoted as saying it was all “politics politics politics” with him. What an idiot.
☼ In 1975, he made a big splash with The Red Paper for
☼ Brown and blair were great buddies, always together, going on foreign trips together, writing each others’ speeches. In the early days the budget (made by the chancellor of the exchequer, the post that Brown occupied FOR TEN YEARS before his recent rise to prime minister) set the tone for the party’s direction and he made some major economic reforms such as making the Bank of England independent.
☼ Brown was the intellectual heavyweight and Blair was the smiley camera-lover. Brown had roots in the Labour party’s origins, Blair had roots in spin and his chameleon-like ability to change colour to fit the mood of the nation; “ooh do people not like Russia today? Right, I’ll make sure I say they’re all nobcheeses on morning TV and remind everyone of how I always thought they were nobcheeses and am very glad people see things my way finally because I’m so fucking clever.” Brown is considered to be the one that tutored Blair in this skill.
☼ Over the last 7 years Blair and Brown disliked each other intensely, with political satirists always painting Brown to be the covetous, conniving, dour Scotsman who lived next door to the lying, impish Blair, always plotting his way into no. 10. (The Chancellor, traditionally, does live next door to the PM on
☼ Important thing to remember? He’s very Scottish. Hard to really convey what traits a Scotsman stereotypically has, but its strangely akin to West Norwegian ideals we’ve seen at college. But generally far less wealthy. He was also the son of a Church of Scotland clergyman, and has been quoted as describing that background as the source of his moral compass. But he is very secular in comparison with the now-catholic Blair. Hopefully he wont describe the
☼ Blair saw it as his destiny that he should bring the
☼ He’s not good in front of a camera, his smiles look forced even when he is constantly reminded to deliver them.
☼ Brown saved Blair’s career as PM over the commons vote on university top-up fees. Blair would have had to resign if the vote had gone against him, but at the last minute Brown pulled his strings and his followers, his backbenchers, swung the vote for Blair, providing him with a win by just 5 votes (out of 646).
☼ He is pro-america, but not as much as Blair, having more friends in the Democratic party than Republican. He is pro-europe, but from a practical and economical, rather than integrationist or cultural viewpoint.
☼ He’s following the current plan of moving
☼ Brown doesn’t care about the
☼ The appointment of Simon McDonald, a former British ambassador to
☼ In foreign policy he likes to follow the UN and not overstep the obvious boundaries of being but one European country with appropriate limited power.
☼ He wants Turkey into the EU, more support for industry, farm reform, agrees with Sarkozy, does not want to be a major player though, don’t think of Britain as becoming a Continental Nation just yet, oh no, he wants to stay pragmatic, free-market, and to an extent independent. But he is no idiot when it comes to the obvious market advantages of the
☼ He is jumping on the Global Warming bandwagon at full-tilt with the appointment of Al Gore as a policy advisor. Party members foresee clashes with Bush on this issue.
☼ He wants to get
50 cents
In five minutes i'll be off to buy a stoner clobber. Some nice trippy clothes and shit!
Yesterday I spent the best 50 cents in the whole world!!! At the fair there is a big fucking tent in at which one pays 50 cents, goes in and is given the chance to try out about 30 different bottles of wine. After those 30...one is wuite tipsy... and the wine was pretty good!!! Moreover all sorts of protuguese voluptuous cuisine was available to be tried - It was excellent. went with my best friend and we spent an hour there just commenting about the wines and the food- I fucking loved it.
Starting on fridays I am having parties everyday until next friday.
I'm currently happier than a latin american kid.
My use of psychotropic substances has reduced to pretty much zero. I would smoke a spliff if a mate of mine wishes to do so with my company.
Moreover I would like to say that for quite a while now I have been trying to develop a mthod for actor training. The inspiration came one day when i was sitting at a table of a cafe chain smokeing marrocan fags and drinking absynth. I sudenly started thinking about theatre absorbed in that tornado of of different peaks due to the psychotropic ingestion. I then though about it for like 2 hours then freaked out afraid to lose it all and stole a newspaper from a man and borrowed a pen from the cafe owner. Then wrote for 2 hours about it.
I'm trying to develop it propperly now, been trying it out with some portuguese plays. Once finished off to pete it shall go.
Going now guys.
peace to all
Yesterday I spent the best 50 cents in the whole world!!! At the fair there is a big fucking tent in at which one pays 50 cents, goes in and is given the chance to try out about 30 different bottles of wine. After those 30...one is wuite tipsy... and the wine was pretty good!!! Moreover all sorts of protuguese voluptuous cuisine was available to be tried - It was excellent. went with my best friend and we spent an hour there just commenting about the wines and the food- I fucking loved it.
Starting on fridays I am having parties everyday until next friday.
I'm currently happier than a latin american kid.
My use of psychotropic substances has reduced to pretty much zero. I would smoke a spliff if a mate of mine wishes to do so with my company.
Moreover I would like to say that for quite a while now I have been trying to develop a mthod for actor training. The inspiration came one day when i was sitting at a table of a cafe chain smokeing marrocan fags and drinking absynth. I sudenly started thinking about theatre absorbed in that tornado of of different peaks due to the psychotropic ingestion. I then though about it for like 2 hours then freaked out afraid to lose it all and stole a newspaper from a man and borrowed a pen from the cafe owner. Then wrote for 2 hours about it.
I'm trying to develop it propperly now, been trying it out with some portuguese plays. Once finished off to pete it shall go.
Going now guys.
peace to all
Tuesday, 26 June 2007
You know what they say...
...about british weather....
It's true.
It's the 27th of July and we have over 140 flood warnings all around the UK. This has been a compound problem from lots and lots of rain, baked earth facilitating water run-off and not absorption and all the tears shed for our beloved Prime Minister who will be replaced like a blown fuse by tomorrow morning. The latter may be a pile of bollocks. Heavy flooding everywhere and almost perpetual rainfall have led me to the conclusion:
Get me out of here.
One happy thought. How has the British Government thought to deal with this evil terr- diluvian foe? Well, they commissioned a team to look into it. What did they decide was the reason for all this? Increased sheep size in scotland. Bigger sheep means bigger hooves. Bigger hooves means more earth is trampled underneath them and compacted, thereby making it less absorbent and simply running into channels and eventually leading to flooding. The interviewer (heard this on the radio) offered "so it had nothing to do with climate change?". The reply - "oh...well...yes...nowadays most scientists believe in climate change and so do we, we are scientists. Now, back to the sheep..."
hahahahhahahahahahha my country sucks
It's true.
It's the 27th of July and we have over 140 flood warnings all around the UK. This has been a compound problem from lots and lots of rain, baked earth facilitating water run-off and not absorption and all the tears shed for our beloved Prime Minister who will be replaced like a blown fuse by tomorrow morning. The latter may be a pile of bollocks. Heavy flooding everywhere and almost perpetual rainfall have led me to the conclusion:
Get me out of here.
One happy thought. How has the British Government thought to deal with this evil terr- diluvian foe? Well, they commissioned a team to look into it. What did they decide was the reason for all this? Increased sheep size in scotland. Bigger sheep means bigger hooves. Bigger hooves means more earth is trampled underneath them and compacted, thereby making it less absorbent and simply running into channels and eventually leading to flooding. The interviewer (heard this on the radio) offered "so it had nothing to do with climate change?". The reply - "oh...well...yes...nowadays most scientists believe in climate change and so do we, we are scientists. Now, back to the sheep..."
hahahahhahahahahahha my country sucks
Monday, 25 June 2007
My nose is running like a terrorised bitch for a day now. I simply cannot fathom why, after this bloody heat. In any case, nothing exciting on my part, except a few cyclones here and there and few kidnapped Chinese(by some extremist students from a seminary who claimed they were prostitutes), from the street next to mine.
I must sleep now. Planning to drive down to a town I've never visited before. It used to be a desert a hundred years ago but has since then been reclaimed, mainly by the Brits, through irrigation schemes. It's a cultural haven they say. We'll see.
I must sleep now. Planning to drive down to a town I've never visited before. It used to be a desert a hundred years ago but has since then been reclaimed, mainly by the Brits, through irrigation schemes. It's a cultural haven they say. We'll see.
Nervous
I have never been this nervous in my whole life so far.
In 49 minutes I am going to have an interview with a BIG ass wine company from my region because of a scholarship.
Cross your fingers for me please.
In 49 minutes I am going to have an interview with a BIG ass wine company from my region because of a scholarship.
Cross your fingers for me please.
Life's good!
Since I fixed up a Party in a club for my best friend's birthday this Friday, I began doing some networking and socializing in order to get to know which people should be invited.
I am quite lucky since right now there is a Fair in my town (for all those who don't know, In Portugal there are Fairs connected to Christian Saints. So we celebrate them with a big Fair. In these Fairs there are rides, Gipsies selling whatever you might imagine for either 1; 2,50; 3; 5 or 10 euros, A lot of really dirty open air restaurants where the food sangria and beer are great and cheap, among other things I won't dare to translate into english cause I simply can't) and EVERYONE goes to it EVERYDAY.
So I went there and met shit lots of my and my best friend's friends' and just basically caught up with most of them, had some beers, nice chats, was introduced to some new people, smoked 2 or 3 marrocan fags and gave out invitations that I had done before hand. I LOVED doing it. Had a very chilled night! Had VERY nice company for the night! The temperature was perfect! Just great for me. Gave out 80 invitations directly to people, and to some of these I gave a couple of more invitations for people whom they knew and I wanted to be invited yet they weren't there and these people would be with those other people in the very near future.(a lot of people I know)
I am very excited about this party!!! The club is great!! I asked an old friend of mine to DJ, he is excellent and has top gear equipment (500 euros cd players and a 1000 euros mixer). The people who are going are good wave people and very laid back. It's gonna be perfect!!
I had to walk back to my home and when I was about 3 km away from my place I was just by a dirt car parking when i see a car shaking like a polaroid picture. About 50 meters in front of me there was a 50 year old guy (who later on turned out to be an excellent person, 'll explain why) giggling and mumbling simultaneously. I went up to him and when I was 10 meters away from him i could smell Sangria. He started commenting about the car saying to people were having sexual intercourse there - quite funny situation. He was just watching the car having fun. I also started laughing a bit.
Then suddenly we hear the woman scream loud as FUCK:
-WHY DO YOU HAVE TO FUCK ME SO HARD YOU DIRTY MOTHERFUCKER! I'M GONNA TELL MY HUSBAND YOU'RE FUCKING ME YOU DIRTY ASSHOLE...(I simply cannot translate into english the rest and i can't remember proppely)
Me and the guy litteraly laughed our asses off. We started chatting about life in general (he was a little bit drunk and talking to very average 50 year old man when drunk can be a very enlightening experience in my opinion). I actually nearly didn't speak because he was very very talkative, yet I enjoyed listening to him.
We stopped by his car and took out 2 hats like big sombreros and gave them to me saying he had many. Asked me if he could take me home, I kindly accepted! He is working on the Fair in one of those outdoor restaurants and promessed that if I went there I would eat and drink as much as I wanted for free.(I dont think this will happen since he was rather tipsy and perhaps was just talking out of his ass) Yet I really admired his kindness, attitude, way of being, chillness and talkativeness.
In general: An excellent night for me.
Everyone is invited to the party btw, so if you're around - drop by. Since you'd be a special guest you'd get special treatment (meaning food and drinks for free plus an extra of marrocan fags if you are interested)
News:
The Prime Minister of My country had the balls to go on National TV and claim that:
-"The government's priority is the Highway connecting Vila Real and Bragança(two northern cities)."
I felt like punching him so hard when I thought about how education, health and social security ARE SHIT at the moment. Those aint priorities...A highway is!!!
Moreover...What the government's priority should be at the moment would be prevention against fires. I think most of you has heard how famous Portugal is for Burning during Summer...Very little prevention has been taking place...I hope the same doesn't happen as 2 years ago. I think no prevention is taking place because he has realized that when the whole country burns, EU comes with MONEY. So maybe he can get a small share for a couple of new cars and houses..no...not for replanting and prevention...Very little of those two are actually done.
Jon, please write something here about that New Brown guy in the labor party, the next prime minister if i aint too wrong. I think we would all appreciate it. What you think about him and what has he said so far and all that stuff.
I've been rading about him but...it's not the same as if it comes out of the mouth of a citizen.
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Enjoy
I am quite lucky since right now there is a Fair in my town (for all those who don't know, In Portugal there are Fairs connected to Christian Saints. So we celebrate them with a big Fair. In these Fairs there are rides, Gipsies selling whatever you might imagine for either 1; 2,50; 3; 5 or 10 euros, A lot of really dirty open air restaurants where the food sangria and beer are great and cheap, among other things I won't dare to translate into english cause I simply can't) and EVERYONE goes to it EVERYDAY.
So I went there and met shit lots of my and my best friend's friends' and just basically caught up with most of them, had some beers, nice chats, was introduced to some new people, smoked 2 or 3 marrocan fags and gave out invitations that I had done before hand. I LOVED doing it. Had a very chilled night! Had VERY nice company for the night! The temperature was perfect! Just great for me. Gave out 80 invitations directly to people, and to some of these I gave a couple of more invitations for people whom they knew and I wanted to be invited yet they weren't there and these people would be with those other people in the very near future.(a lot of people I know)
I am very excited about this party!!! The club is great!! I asked an old friend of mine to DJ, he is excellent and has top gear equipment (500 euros cd players and a 1000 euros mixer). The people who are going are good wave people and very laid back. It's gonna be perfect!!
I had to walk back to my home and when I was about 3 km away from my place I was just by a dirt car parking when i see a car shaking like a polaroid picture. About 50 meters in front of me there was a 50 year old guy (who later on turned out to be an excellent person, 'll explain why) giggling and mumbling simultaneously. I went up to him and when I was 10 meters away from him i could smell Sangria. He started commenting about the car saying to people were having sexual intercourse there - quite funny situation. He was just watching the car having fun. I also started laughing a bit.
Then suddenly we hear the woman scream loud as FUCK:
-WHY DO YOU HAVE TO FUCK ME SO HARD YOU DIRTY MOTHERFUCKER! I'M GONNA TELL MY HUSBAND YOU'RE FUCKING ME YOU DIRTY ASSHOLE...(I simply cannot translate into english the rest and i can't remember proppely)
Me and the guy litteraly laughed our asses off. We started chatting about life in general (he was a little bit drunk and talking to very average 50 year old man when drunk can be a very enlightening experience in my opinion). I actually nearly didn't speak because he was very very talkative, yet I enjoyed listening to him.
We stopped by his car and took out 2 hats like big sombreros and gave them to me saying he had many. Asked me if he could take me home, I kindly accepted! He is working on the Fair in one of those outdoor restaurants and promessed that if I went there I would eat and drink as much as I wanted for free.(I dont think this will happen since he was rather tipsy and perhaps was just talking out of his ass) Yet I really admired his kindness, attitude, way of being, chillness and talkativeness.
In general: An excellent night for me.
Everyone is invited to the party btw, so if you're around - drop by. Since you'd be a special guest you'd get special treatment (meaning food and drinks for free plus an extra of marrocan fags if you are interested)
News:
The Prime Minister of My country had the balls to go on National TV and claim that:
-"The government's priority is the Highway connecting Vila Real and Bragança(two northern cities)."
I felt like punching him so hard when I thought about how education, health and social security ARE SHIT at the moment. Those aint priorities...A highway is!!!
Moreover...What the government's priority should be at the moment would be prevention against fires. I think most of you has heard how famous Portugal is for Burning during Summer...Very little prevention has been taking place...I hope the same doesn't happen as 2 years ago. I think no prevention is taking place because he has realized that when the whole country burns, EU comes with MONEY. So maybe he can get a small share for a couple of new cars and houses..no...not for replanting and prevention...Very little of those two are actually done.
Jon, please write something here about that New Brown guy in the labor party, the next prime minister if i aint too wrong. I think we would all appreciate it. What you think about him and what has he said so far and all that stuff.
I've been rading about him but...it's not the same as if it comes out of the mouth of a citizen.
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Enjoy
Saturday, 23 June 2007
Inequity in the portuguese court system and the EU
Dear everyone,
If anyone here does like me, please go down on your knees and praise the lord.Why?
Taste this:
I am currently taking car and 250cc motorbike driving licenses with the money I got from that rave and some other I had saved up. (900 euros in total, 600 euros for the car one. tell me how much it costs in your countries please).
At 8 am I had phone call from the director of the school to meet him there. He wanted to talk to me. Got there at 830am.
Apparently and According to the director of my driving school, I really scared one of the teachers and made him sort out some business so that I wouldn't have to take more theoric classes. Hence I began with the practical ones.
What appears to be impressive about this was that I apparently used some sort of physical violence against the teacher, The director told me. I thought I was in shit, but no: He said I did not proceed in the most correct way but he admits himself it was good because the teacher was "an arrogant bastard and his attitude towards students isn't correct most of the time" (He actually said that about his employee) and after that he became very smooth and treating students well and not calling them derogative names (apparently he called me one). Can't remember any of this, unfortunately. He basically wanted to tell me that what I did was partly good because now he became a better teacher...i pretended I knew everything...
I then had a motorbike driving class(practical) and right now my heart is still beating hard and fast.
I was on a road where the speed limit was 70 and behing me there was the instructor's car. So i was going between 60 and 80..probably closer to sixty. There was a car in front and i was maybe 50 meters away from it. As sudden as a fucking lightning bolt the car begins to brake and turn like as in a stunt thing. I nearly pissed my pants. In fractions of a second i turned right to the road side and just jumped up and let the motorbike go without me on it.
Fell (luckily not on the asphalt but on dirt) and rolled a couple of times while the motorbike hit against a tree(It's pretty much crashed now). Thank god I had an helmet and a leather jacket on me. My right arm hurts a bit and i have a scratch on my arm close to my hand (nothing big at all).
The guy in the car got out and the instructor stopped and got out to see if I was fine(nice of them). What happened inside the car was that the son of the driver (a young little prick) decided to push the handbrake.
No comments...
We called the police and it has to go to court. I'm quite lucky because the school pays for everything. The bad thing is the way the jurisdictional system works in ortugal the first "Meeting" will be in about 2 years or something, if I am lucky.
My parents are worried to the point they don't want me taking the motorbike license anymore, and personally...me neither.
about 4 hours have passed and my heart is still pumping faster than a speed garage record being played at 72 rpm.
Now some news connected with the court system...so you guys see how it works here:
About two months ago, and old senile lady apparently forgot to pay for a cream in the supermarket LIDL and left the shop with it(it is not clear what actually happened). The cost of the cream is 3,99 euros. She is put in court with the risk of going 3 years to jail. This stupid meaningless fucking case took about 3 months to be taken care of. It appeared on the FUCKING NATIONAL T FUCKING V!!! More than once...
Nooooooooooow...An 18 years old boy had a motorbike accident BECAUSE the son of a UNRESPONSIBLE BASTARD decided to push the hand brake in the middle of a road with vehicles going about 60 or 70 km per hour...Is this gonna be dealt within 3 months?!?! NO FUCKING WAY! Maybe if i had gone against the tree it would have! Fuck, why did I jump off the bike?! I'm so stupid!
A couple of facts about the EU and The Iberic region:
Yesterday a friend of my father (quite an important gizer) came for dinner. We talked about EU policies and facts and what happens and doesnt happen. He's gonna give me a book about it.
In the EU Macroeconomic policies are the same for all the members. The members who choose not to live with this policies can get big fines.
In the EU it is forbidden to have VAT over a Tax. In portugal however... There is a VAT over the Tax that is paid when you buy yourself a new car. Why does portugal still do this?! Because the revenue gained by the government from this VAT over the Tax outweights the cost of the fine and moreover it gives the government some revenue!! How nice and Moral?!
CAP (common agricultural policy):
In spain it was said by some important gizer who knows about wine and agriculture (can't rememeber his name but heard it before) that in Spain only 10% of the wine produced is worth being drunk and it comes from Rioja, the other 90% is shit. Spain produces and Insane amount of wine. Now...CAP...EU subsidizes the farmers to plant the vines and it subsiudizes the farmers to produce the wine. What happens: BIG FUCKING SURPLUS. There is no point in making buffer stocks out of wine because it isn't a good that fulfils primary necessities and because there is no big point in keeping the prices since there is always a surplus...So what happens to the big Surplus you ask?!
Guess what?! It is burnt to produce pure alcohol. Guess who subsidizes it? How did you guess right?! Yah it is the EU!!!
Can you see any waste of resources such as land, capital and labour here?
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I feel calmer now...the record is kinda back to 45 rpm...yet it still is a speed garage record.
Ps.: Noticed anything in the way I wrote portugal? Yes...small case p. That's how much I disrespect my nation at the fucking moment. Fuck it.
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