Filed under: ramblings
Ten Rules for Being Human
by Cherie Carter-Scott
| 1. | You will receive a body. You may like it or hate it, but it’s yours to keep for the entire period. |
| 2. | You will learn lessons. You are enrolled in a full-time informal school called, “life.” |
| 3. | There are no mistakes, only lessons. Growth is a process of trial, error, and experimentation. The “failed” experiments are as much a part of the process as the experiments that ultimately “work.” |
| 4. | Lessons are repeated until they are learned. A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until you have learned it. When you have learned it, you can go on to the next lesson. |
| 5. | Learning lessons does not end. There’s no part of life that doesn’t contain its lessons. If you’re alive, that means there are still lessons to be learned. |
| 6. | “There” is no better a place than “here.” When your “there” has become a “here”, you will simply obtain another “there” that will again look better than “here.” |
| 7. | Other people are merely mirrors of you. You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects to you something you love or hate about yourself. |
| 8. | What you make of your life is up to you. You have all the tools and resources you need. What you do with them is up to you. The choice is yours. |
| 9. | Your answers lie within you. The answers to life’s questions lie within you. All you need to do is look, listen, and trust. |
| 10. | You will forget all this. |
Filed under: ramblings
Odeio preconceito.
Não suporto quem se julga com capacidades superiores e que por algum motivo podem julgar o que a, b e c gostam/fazem.
Sim, gosto de Britney Spears. Sim, gosto de Placebo. Sim, gosto de Marylin Manson. Sim, gosto de Bach. Sim, adoro Madonna e K’s Choice. Contraditory? I don’t think so. E tu, tens a certeza do que gostas?
Trabalho num call center. Não é um trabalho de sonho, mas ao menos é um trabalho honesto onde estou a ganhar o meu. Que eu saiba não estou a lesar ninguém com a minha atitude. Mas pronto, há quem ache que é um trabalho de merda. Se calhar é. So what?
Estou farta de merdas. If you can’t handle the heat, get out of the frying pan. Não há pachorra para joguinhos de controlo e brincadeiras de toca-e-foge. Não gostas, não comas.
You want a piece of me?
You want a piece of me…
E para deixar já bem claro, não isto não é dirigido a nenhuma das minhas ex’s.
Filed under: arts
Da Da Da Da
The smell of your skin lingers on me now
You’re probably on your flight back to your home town
I need some shelter of my own protection baby
To be with myself and center, clarity
Peace, Serenity
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It’s personal, myself and I
We’ve got some straightenin’ out to do
And I’m gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I’ve got to get a move on with my life
It’s time to be a big girl now
And big girls don’t cry
Don’t cry
Don’t cry
Don’t cry
The path that I’m walking
I must go alone
I must take the baby steps ’til I’m full grown, full grown
Fairytales don’t always have a happy ending, do they?
And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It’s personal, myself and I
We’ve got some straightenin’ out to do
And I’m gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I’ve got to get a move on with my life
It’s time to be a big girl now
And big girls don’t cry
Like the little school mate in the school yard
We’ll play jacks and uno cards
I’ll be your best friend and you’ll be mine Valentine
Yes you can hold my hand if you want to
‘Cause I want to hold yours too
We’ll be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds
But it’s time for me to go home
It’s getting late, dark outside
I need to be with myself and center, clarity
Peace, Serenity
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It’s personal, myself and I
We’ve got some straightenin’ out to do
And I’m gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I’ve got to get a move on with my life
It’s time to be a big girl now
And big girls don’t cry
Don’t cry
Don’t cry
Don’t cry
La Da Da Da Da Da
Fergie – Big Girls Don’t Cry
Filed under: loving
Oh Mickey, you’re so fine,
You’re so fine you blow my mind
Hey Mickey! Hey Mickey!
Oh Mickey, you’re so fine,
You’re so fine you blow my mind
Hey Mickey! Hey Mickey!
Oh Mickey, you’re so fine,
You’re so fine you blow my mind
Hey Mickey! Hey Mickey!
Hey Mickey!!!
You’ve been around all night,
And that’s a little long.
You think you’ve got the right,
But I think you’ve got it wrong.
Why can’t you say ‘goodnight’
So u can take me home, Mickey!
Please take me home Mickey!
Cuz when you say you will,
It always means you won’t.
You’re givin’ me the chills,
Baby please, baby don’t!
Every night you still
Leave me all alone, Mickey!
Oh Mickey, what a pity,
You don’t understand!
You take me by the heart
And you take me by the hand!
Oh Mickey, you’re so pretty
Why can’t you understand?
It’s guys like you, Mickey!
Oh, what you do, Mickey
Do, Mickey,
Don’t break my heart, Mickey!
Hey Mickey!
Now when you take me by the hooves,
Who evers gonna know?
Every time you move,
I let a little more show!
There’s something you can use,
So please don’t say ‘no’ Mickey!
So come on, and give it to me
Anyway you can.
Anyway you wanna do it,
I’ll take it like a man!
So please, baby, please
Don’t leave me in the down, Mickey!
Hey Mickey!
Oh Mickey, you’re so fine,
You’re so fine you blow my mind
Hey Mickey! Heh, Heh, Hey Mickey!
Oh Mickey, you’re so fine,
You’re so fine u blow my mind
Hey Mickey! Heh, heh,Hey Mickey!
Oh Mickey, you’re so fine,
You’re so fine u blow my mind
Hey Mickey! Heh, heh,Hey Mickey!
Oh Mickey, you’re so fine,
You’re so fine u blow my mind
Hey Mickey! Heh, heh,Hey Mickey!
Oh Mickey, what a pity,
You don’t understand!
You take me by the heart
And you take me by the hand!
Oh Mickey, you’re so pretty
Why can’t you understand?
It’s guys like you, Mickey!
Oh, what you do, Mickey
Do, Mickey,
Don’t break my heart, Mickey!
Oh Mickey, what a pity,
You don’t understand!
You take me by the heart
And you take me by the hand!
Oh Mickey, you’re so pretty
Why can’t you understand?
It’s guys like you, Mickey!
Oh, what you do, Mickey
Do, Mickey,
Don’t break my heart, Mickey!
Oh Mickey, what a pity,
You don’t understand!
You take me by the heart
And you take me by the hand!
Oh Mickey, you’re so pretty
Why can’t you understand?
It’s guys like you, Mickey!
Oh, what you do, Mickey
Do, Mickey,
Don’t break my heart, Mickey!
Oh Mickey, what a pity,
You don’t understand!
You take me by the heart
And you take me by the hand!
Oh Mickey, you’re so pretty
Why can’t you understand?
It’s guys like you, Mickey!
Oh, what you do, Mickey
Do, Mickey,
Don’t break my heart, Mickey!
Oh Mickey, what a pity,
You don’t understand!…
Toni Basil – Hey Mickey!
