The birth of a football fanatic

19.45- Ok... the Benfica vs. Manchester match. I don't like football. I will only see it because I am going with other 4 portuguese guys and a girl.
19.46- Hmmm... The environment it is not friendly. We are in front of the TV screen and everyone behind us is English... with a pint in their hand!
19.48- The game already started when I arrived... I don't care.
19.49- Boring!
19.56- Hmmm... How could they miss that? Whatever...
20.01- That is not right.
20.07- That technic is interisting.
20.11- What?
20.13- What the f****? How did Manchester scored?
20.22- Are they stupid??? Go on you morons!
20.30- Dammit! The first part ended with 1-0. I will go get a guiness now... to forget this shit!

... - portuguese bla bla bla

20.45- Here we go again...
20.47- That english bastard behind us never shuts up. I think in the end I will go stick something in is mouth... and not something he will like.
21.05- yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. suckeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeers! In it!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Go F**** yourselves!!! You bastards! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. We scored!!! Vivo' Benfica!!!
21.11- Go on! You can score one more!!! We louve you guys!!!
21.20- Shit! This is not happening. Argh! I am very very very pissed of! Bastards! Another score for Manchester!!!
21.21- We hate you guys!!!
21.25- I am feeling very nervous now. Extremely nervous. Really really really nervous!!!
21.27- I want to hit someone!
21.30- Ok... We lost. 2-1. I will go home now and get very depressed about it.

Wow... from a football critic to a football fanatic in 90min! What beeing away from your own country does to you...

The oculas

Mr. "taxidriver that doesn't pick up anyone with a latin face"

There is a strange guy in the street.
He looks latin. He is signaling for me to pick him up... no! He might bite! He is too strange for me! I have family to take care!
But he really looks tired... if only there was that "thingy" I might have seen in the "Hitchhicker's guide to the galaxy". The bed... I think it is called "The Oculas". He could use it.
But... welcome to the real world. Walk!... and sleep in your classic bed, you strange guy!

A day in the life of a color blind... and everything after

What if you were in the london and wanted to take the "tube", with all those colours corresponding to different lines and you were colour blind?

Well... you could always look at the station you were in. But what if different lines with different colours cross at the same station?

Well... you could go to the line you were supposed to, by reading the name in the wall, but you would have to think which direction, when would you have to get out... and all this takes time to think and to go there.

And what if, after this, you realised you had a bus to catch at the airport and the time was running out?

And what if all this stress and crossing the airport from terminal 2 to terminal 3 (15min or more), you got to the station only to find there was more than 1 hour delay for the bus to departure?

And what if when you finally got to your destination (4h30min and a sleeping pill after), only to find that the empty taxis didn't stop to pick you up (for some weird reason)... and you had to do a 15min walk to your home, with 2 huge bags and rain in the final meters?

Well... its a day in the life of a colour blind... and everything after that.

Time is running out... by Muse

The moment it all stopped in the dark

Hey Mr. Big. Hey Mr. Ben. What time is it?











He is too far away. He can’t hear me. Maybe I can ask Mr. Knight in the Dark.








Or Mr. I am in the top of the world.










No. They are made of stone. For them time doesn’t matter, because they stand still while everything moves on.
Maybe I can ask Miss Water Fountain. She moves, dances and swirls around. If time stops, she also stops. Not like the stone, that is already like that. She depends on time.








No. She is making too much noise to hear me. Maybe the man next to her… no. I think he is occupied adding more water to the fountain. At least it looks like that…
That remembers me that I have to do the same… and there is the ideal place for it nearby.







Hey… wait. What is happening? It looks like the time is stoping… the lights are not moving. Everything stopped. It is so beautiful. I almost wish I can see the world like this whenever I want to.To stop in a beautiful moment in time.







Time? Yes… now I know which time it is. Can I be in this moment forever? Not going back or forward. Just feel the moment?
The answer was NO and time moved forward again.





And I also did.

Hometown Waltz

Hometown Waltz by Rufus Wainwright

The drummers and jugglers in Lisbon
Don't even exist at all
So I'm tearing up these tarot cards and Venetians clowns
Antique shops and alcoholic homosexuals

You may ask why I want to torch my home town
Partly it's bitterness and hopping 'round and 'round again
On Pleasure Street looking up
Maybe I'll catch him on his way to the show

You travel the world and find all the answers
Everything operates on the unattainables
And then you hear your mother laugh attached to the phone
Could have walked around the block 'cause all roads lead to home

Say, will you ever ever ever know,
Ever ever ever fly away?
Will you ever ever ever go,
Ever ever ever find a way?

The national express (and the pee stop)

Mr & Mrs Brazuca (the we dance so well the samba duo)

The strange guy went to his country again. I think he caught the National Express bus to Heathrow. 4h30min... poor poor guy.

But it is always fun to go on the National Express (and have that pee stop). We aren't the first ones to say it...

Divine Comedy - Fin de siecle - National Express

So international of we

Mr. So Mafia of Me - Italian student

The dinner was great. I made pasta with italian tomato sauce made by my mother. Well... I didn't make the pasta... the Czech Republic girl made it. But I had all mixed together at the end... And it was only the past and sauce. I forgot the cheese, the meat, the mushrooms, the onion, the spicy, the... and the... and the... and... the!
I think THEY liked.

THEY:
Mr. I am so cutie and blondie (Norway)
Miss Dancing Queen (Sweden)
Mr. how did I ended up with this guys? I am not from this continent (Botswana)
Miss I am so shy that I almost puke (Czech Republic)
Miss Blonde Baguette (France)
Miss Blonde Croissant (France)
Mr so mafia of me (Italy)
And a strange portuguese guy, the only one that doesn't live with the 7 of us... And made himself invited. But I don't mind!

Of course eventually we had to "wash" our stomach with a pint in an english pub! Cheers mate!!!

Double or nothing?

- I want a double espresso to take away please.
- Ok. That will be 1.30£ (+/-1.94€).
- ...
- ...
- (ok... I hope you die with a very unpleaseant desease. That your hair and teeth fall out, your skin erupts with strange liquids and your nose gets huge warts. I hope your eyes get eaten by cockroachs and you get washed away by acid rain. I hope you will have many years of bad luck and that all your children be born without brain... 1.30£??? I think I am beeing too nice!!!) Ok, thank you. Good bye. (have a nice life... bitch!)

The lost art of taking a bath

Mr. "I am so cutie in blondie" - Student from Norway

I woke up a little tired. After all, we did make a journey of 4h30min by bus from London to Plymouth yeasterday.
There is a strange portuguese guy that slept in the same room as I, along with a spanish guy.
That's cool... he talks to me in english, with him in spanish and with that other brasilian couple in portuguese.

Well... the only problem was this morning. He told me that, because there were so many people in the hostel taking a bath, the water run out. Lets see:

1: he started taking bath in the room upstairs.
2: he notticed that he forgot the shower gel, so he had to take bath with shampoo.
3: the water run out... after he had put shampoo all over is body.
4: he waited and waited for the water to come... but it didn't.
5: he had to dry with the towel, covered in shampoo.
6: he went to the bathroom downstairs.
7: the hot water run out (in this bathroom there was both cold and hot water).
8: he still had shampoo on his body...
9: he had to take bath with cold water and the window opened.
10: his balls shrunk!
11: he returned to the room.
12: in the kitchen he drunk a juice of orange, lemon and pineaple, that opened a hole in his stomach...

But he seems happy! Well... I am not surprised. After all... he is a strange guy.


Other lost arts:

The Queens of the Stone Age - The lost art of keeping a secret

What the f*** 1

Sign at Heathrow airport:
"We take extremely serious any attempt to intimidate our staff either by treath or assault"

Hmmm... does that mean I can't take out my gun and start shooting everyone? Dam...

A strange portuguese guy is arriving...

Miss C'mere - International Student Orientation Programme

I am expecting some international students this monday. I am used to it.
But something caught my attention this time... there is a portuguese guy in the list. I bet he is strange... A strange portuguese guy!
Everyone that lives in Portugal, must be strange. I don't know why I am saying this! Well... nevermind.
Probably he is now like everyone in that situation: stressed and anxious. Saying good bye to he is friends and family, packing up everything, missing everyone and everything already... whitout having left yet.
Well... we are here to receive you strange portuguese guy! Como here... and catch the sun in Plymouth!!!

I am here... this is happening

Plymouth, UK

Why describe the feeling? It is all here: Catch the Sun by The Doves

I am not here... this isn't happening

Lisbon, Portugal

More on:
How to Disappear Completly, by Radiohead

So cosmopolitan of me