Bons tempos...

Challenge of the Day (or the stupidiest post ever)

Tentem dizer um simples "Boa Tarde" a um motorista de um autocarro e vejam o resultado.


Boa sorte! =D

Pain

I've been out walking
I don't do too much talking
These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
And all the times I had the chance to.

I've stopped my rambling,
I don't do too much gambling
These days I seem to think about
How all the changes came about my ways
And I wonder if I'll see another highway.

I had a lover,
I don't think I'll risk another
And if I seem to be afraid
To live the life that I have made in song
It's just that I've been losing so long.

I've stopped my dreaming,
I won't do too much scheming
These days I sit on corner stones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten.
Please don't confront me with my failures,
I had not forgotten them.

"These Days"
Nico

Future

The best is yet to come.

(and I can't wait for that)

Woman of the Month

Christine Collins

In March 1928, Christine Collins' nine-year-old son Walter vanishes. Five months later, the LAPD, already under the gun for other unsolved crimes, calls out the press and delivers to Christine a boy who claims to be her son but is not. To avoid embarrassment, Captain Jones demands she take the boy home on a "trial basis." When she continues to insist that the LAPD needs to find her real son, Jones does what the department always does with troublesome citizens -- he locks her up in a psycho ward.
Christine Collins sued the city, and Jones for false imprisonment, and 1,000 furious citizens attended a hearing about the Collins case before the City Council's health and welfare committee. Giant speakers had to be hung from the outside of City Hall to accommodate the overflow crowds.
Christine Collins made a positive difference; she was an unlikely pioneer. One of the final outcomes of her suing the City of Los Angeles was the California State Legislature passing a law that requires law enforcement to have a warrant before a person can be incarcerated in a (lock up) psychiatric ward/facility.
The body of Walter Collins was never found.

Mais informações aqui e aqui.

Rest

"Dont you think you oughtta rest?
Dont you think you oughtta lay you head down?
Dont you think you want to sleep?
Dont you think you oughtta lay your head down tonight?

Dont you think youve done enough?
Oh, dont you think youve got enough, well maybe..
You dont think theres time to stop
Theres time enough for you to lay your head down, tonight, tonight"

All Those Yesterdays
Pearl Jam

I do.

Thought of the day

"Colleagues are not friends. They're competitors"

Grey's Anatomy

Ah!

...

Inércia ao cubo

"Então mas não vais fazer nada em relação a isso?"

(pergunto eu, chocada perante a injustiça da situação, e já preparada para agir pela própria pessoa)

"Sabes... é que não me quero chatear."

Ora, se as próprias pessoas se mostram incapazes de agir para corrigir injustiças que as afectam pessoalmente -porque preferem não ser aborrecidas- como é que se pode pedir a alguém que aja quando a situação não lhe diz respeito (embora a injustiça seja por demais evidente)?

Pois... não pode.

É por estas e por outras que nunca nada há-de mudar neste país.

"If you are neutral in situations of injustice,
you have chosen the side of the oppressor.
If an elephant has its foot on the tail of a mouse
and you say that you are neutral,
the mouse will not appreciate your neutrality."

Bishop Desmod Tutu