Folowing this post and its rules, I decided to try it.
There's a set of questions, magically answered by the shuffle setting on winamp (some did it on iTunes)...
I inserted a few albums (no playlist), radomized the list a few times and this is what I got. It wasn't made up!
1. How does the world see you?
Une année sans lumiere – The Arcade Fire
Apparently the world sees darkness in me (“one year withou light”). Anyone ofr a exorcism?
2.Will I have a happy life?
Everyone is totally insane – The Dandy Warhols
Good answer. That’s why I always say: When I’ll grow up I want to be MAD!
3. What do my friends really think of me?
Cetacea – Bjork
My friends think I am a whale?! I knew I should go on a diet!
4. Do people secretly lust after me?
Jacksonville – Sufjan Stevens
Apparently somewhere in the USA a whole town does that. Either that or the Jackson family, which is worse.
5. How can I make myself happy?
Hey Satan – Sigur Rós
Wow. That’s a good one. I’ll sacrifice a chicken tonight and call Satan!
6. What should I do with my life?
Shot Down – Nine Black Alps
Ok… there is no need to be extreme.
7. Will I ever have children?
Dream Daddy – World Leader Pretend
Apparently not… Why? Why?! Damn you… you!
8. What is some good advice for me?
Picture of you – My Morning Jacket
I would get a better advice from the chicken I am going to sacrifice…
9. How will I be remembered?
Feelin’ Good – Nina Simone
Ok… that’s actually a song I would hope to be chosen. That’s the way baby!
10. What is my signature dancing song?
The sweets – Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Somehow I think it is connected to the whale…
11. What do I think my current theme song is?
Smash – Calexico
Yeah! Smash all the retardeds around here, teachers included.
12. What does everyone else think my current theme song is?
On the bus mall – The Decemberists
Yeah. Out of here!
13. What song will play at my funeral?
My doorbell – The White Stripes
That’s weird… if my doorbell rings at my funeral, it might be an illusion and I might not be dead. Therefore… I am immortal.
14. What type of lover do I like?
Everything is everything – Phoenix
Wow… apparently I have low standards… Or no standards! Or I can’t decide. Or… I don’t know what I want. Naaa… I am pretty sure of what I want. ;)
15. What is my day going to be like?
On a plain – Nirvana
I wish…
April 30, 2006
April 29, 2006
Party at my hell tonight?
I am sarcastic, sadistic, develistic!
Party at my hell tonight?
There is always an option for the other hell: Silent Hill.
I already loved playing the game and now the movie... awsome!
If none of these hells seduces you... just go to hell!
Party at my hell tonight?
There is always an option for the other hell: Silent Hill.
I already loved playing the game and now the movie... awsome!
If none of these hells seduces you... just go to hell!
April 27, 2006
Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
Dear diary.
I have been having peanut butter and jelly sandwiches quite often lately.
Should I be afraid of transforming into an American?
I wonder...
I have been having peanut butter and jelly sandwiches quite often lately.
Should I be afraid of transforming into an American?
I wonder...
April 24, 2006
So normal of them!
1) When a guy enters a SUBWAY store bleeding from his eye and looking for something (I presume napkins or water to clean himself...),
2) A person asks "are you ok?"
3) He replies "yes" and leaves the place like if it was the most normal thing in the world
4) while people in the store acted in the same way... (me included)
That's when you start having proofs that there is something wrong with the culture!
So normal of them!
2) A person asks "are you ok?"
3) He replies "yes" and leaves the place like if it was the most normal thing in the world
4) while people in the store acted in the same way... (me included)
That's when you start having proofs that there is something wrong with the culture!
So normal of them!
April 16, 2006
More on the psycho pseudo-portuguese freak
If you want to get rid of psycho english girls that follow you for 10min just because you are portuguese just say:
"Ok... I am not portuguese. I am spanish!" And start talking in spanish!
She will go away in 2 seconds!
Apparently I should say that I am spanish more often around here!!!
"Ok... I am not portuguese. I am spanish!" And start talking in spanish!
She will go away in 2 seconds!
Apparently I should say that I am spanish more often around here!!!
2 Drunks + 3 Freaks = Fun Times!
We went to dinner at one of the Spanish restaurants last Monday night. It's odd, because the Spanish place is more Mexican, and the Mexican place is more like food from my toilet. Yes, that's digested food.
A bottle of cheap red wine later, we half stumbled out the door to go home. On our way, we met a very jolly English lass. She was mystified by Rui's latin looks. I was mystified by her hellishly mistreated hair. Doesn't Amnesty International care that she's torturing her hair like that? Is there a sudden lack of conditioner I should be warned about? Then again, the fact that her hair looked like burnt egg noodles was less of a worry than the fact that she was certifiably PSYCHO!! She wouldn't leave us alone, even to the point of running out in the road in front of a taxi to get to us. Trust me, you don't mess with taxi drivers here. Vehicular manslaughter is a badge of courage in these parts. After finding out Rui was Portuguese, she told us all about how her father was from Portugal. Maybe her mom slept with a glass of Port wine, and this poor girl got all confused. Who knows. The Iraq war makes more sense than this girl ever will. We only got rid of her, after she followed us like a lost puppy, by Rui pretending to be Spanish. Apparently, girlfriend has major issues with the Spanish. Hmmm... maybe she really is Portuguese after all. All I know is that she was about 30 seconds from getting a one-way trip on the Fist Express to Lisbon.
About five minutes later, we walk by a guy in front of the Heine Gerick motorcycle shop. I'm not sure what he was tripping on, but all you could see of this guy was pupils, and his upper jaw about to gnaw off the lower one. Imagine for a second that Gollum was the prettiest one in the family, and his fugly cousin came to visit, after doing some crack cocaine that he smoked out of a dead hooker's skull. But first, he has to stop in front of the Heine Gerick store to scare drunks. Obviously, this guy won't be winning any beauty contests any time soon.
Phew! We're almost home now. Surely we're safe. But no! Here comes a younger guy talking loudly into his mobile phone, except for the important part of not having a mobile phone!! Oh yeah, and he's not actually talking to another person, but he's sure as hell having a full conversation with himself. Yeah, that conversation was not being charged by Orange, nor would he get 2 for 1 tickets at the cinema on Wednesday, unless it was at an insane asylum.
The scariest part of this whole walk home was the fact that we were drunk, but we seemed to be the only normal people about. You've got to love Plymouth.
A bottle of cheap red wine later, we half stumbled out the door to go home. On our way, we met a very jolly English lass. She was mystified by Rui's latin looks. I was mystified by her hellishly mistreated hair. Doesn't Amnesty International care that she's torturing her hair like that? Is there a sudden lack of conditioner I should be warned about? Then again, the fact that her hair looked like burnt egg noodles was less of a worry than the fact that she was certifiably PSYCHO!! She wouldn't leave us alone, even to the point of running out in the road in front of a taxi to get to us. Trust me, you don't mess with taxi drivers here. Vehicular manslaughter is a badge of courage in these parts. After finding out Rui was Portuguese, she told us all about how her father was from Portugal. Maybe her mom slept with a glass of Port wine, and this poor girl got all confused. Who knows. The Iraq war makes more sense than this girl ever will. We only got rid of her, after she followed us like a lost puppy, by Rui pretending to be Spanish. Apparently, girlfriend has major issues with the Spanish. Hmmm... maybe she really is Portuguese after all. All I know is that she was about 30 seconds from getting a one-way trip on the Fist Express to Lisbon.
About five minutes later, we walk by a guy in front of the Heine Gerick motorcycle shop. I'm not sure what he was tripping on, but all you could see of this guy was pupils, and his upper jaw about to gnaw off the lower one. Imagine for a second that Gollum was the prettiest one in the family, and his fugly cousin came to visit, after doing some crack cocaine that he smoked out of a dead hooker's skull. But first, he has to stop in front of the Heine Gerick store to scare drunks. Obviously, this guy won't be winning any beauty contests any time soon.
Phew! We're almost home now. Surely we're safe. But no! Here comes a younger guy talking loudly into his mobile phone, except for the important part of not having a mobile phone!! Oh yeah, and he's not actually talking to another person, but he's sure as hell having a full conversation with himself. Yeah, that conversation was not being charged by Orange, nor would he get 2 for 1 tickets at the cinema on Wednesday, unless it was at an insane asylum.
The scariest part of this whole walk home was the fact that we were drunk, but we seemed to be the only normal people about. You've got to love Plymouth.
April 11, 2006
So cosmopolitan of WE
The dark side of cultural experiences is upon us.
Two brave warriors are now fighting the dark forces all over the world.
One day more warriors will join them.
For now... there is only 2: gaZpar & Rick.
A new beginning is here!
Ps- Although I am not sure yet who is Miss Piggy!?... Hmmmmm....
:)
Two brave warriors are now fighting the dark forces all over the world.
One day more warriors will join them.
For now... there is only 2: gaZpar & Rick.
A new beginning is here!
Ps- Although I am not sure yet who is Miss Piggy!?... Hmmmmm....
:)
April 02, 2006
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