Thank you Drez for the loving words - as always, it seems
Now an announcement for the whole world:
She has a slight crush on me.
MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAaaa
\(*´O`)/
Now behold (craving for some more useless gossip, i bet) as i completely ignore that fact and leave you with a creation of mine:
"Your skin glows like the watermelon, blossoms quirky as the daisy in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your Guitar voice and leaps like a Dog at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great Eagle wing.
I am comforted by your pants that I carry into the twilight of Lizbeams and hold next to my Calf.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of juice.
As my Neck falls from my Sneakers, it reminds me of your Louise.
In the quiet, I listen for the last Squeak of the day.
My heated Leg leaps to my Jacket. I wait in the moonlight for your secret morning so that we may read as one, Leg to Leg, in search of the magnificent white and mystical speaker of love."
Well, i kinda wrote it so... yeah
Try your luck and hopefully it will come out with a little bit more pzazz than mine
Love Poem Generator
Friday, December 31, 2010
Christpoher Brennan
So I was roaming the internet doing things that you have nothing to know about when the Mighty Creator - that bastard - sent me this... thing, i guess?:
Apparently it's named Because She Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her.
Pretty lame, i know. Blaim it on the guy who wrote it.
"If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
If all our tale were told in speech
No mouths would wander each to each.
Were spirits free from mortal mesh
And love not bound in hearts of flesh
No aching breasts would yearn to meet
And find their ecstasy complete.
For who is there that lives and knows
The secret powers by which he grows?
Were knowledge all, what were our need
To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?
Then seek not, sweet, the 'If' and 'Why'
I love you now until I die.
For I must love because I live
And life in me is what you give."
I'll leave you with an image just because it made me remember some unpleasant things
So people still write good shit as this one.
Who would've known?
ps: he is still a bastard.
Apparently it's named Because She Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her.
Pretty lame, i know. Blaim it on the guy who wrote it.
"If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
If all our tale were told in speech
No mouths would wander each to each.
Were spirits free from mortal mesh
And love not bound in hearts of flesh
No aching breasts would yearn to meet
And find their ecstasy complete.
For who is there that lives and knows
The secret powers by which he grows?
Were knowledge all, what were our need
To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?
Then seek not, sweet, the 'If' and 'Why'
I love you now until I die.
For I must love because I live
And life in me is what you give."
I'll leave you with an image just because it made me remember some unpleasant things
So people still write good shit as this one.
Who would've known?
ps: he is still a bastard.
Monday, December 13, 2010
The Girl with the Red Coat
I was waiting for the bus a while ago, bagagge in my hands, looking for a place to sit. The terminal was completly crowded:
My uncle said to me: "Theres one!"
My gaze turns in his direction and then i saw her.
A beautiful girl with a face that seemed to sparkle. Glitery eyes, simple face - nothing much. Still her gaze captivated me and left me unable to think.
My uncle asked her if the seat next to her was taken, to which she replied with a simple "No" - just my luck. If it was good or bad i had no clue.
I sat next to her, clumsily putting my things down, cursing myself.
Didn't dare to glance at her again. Only the red blur of her jacket appeared on the right corner of my eye. She was wearing it! Just there!! - I wanted to scream.
It was not long before that blasted bus arrived to take me home
I got up, glanced at her, she at me (it hit then that I always look like shit), and there it was... that smiley face and those glittery eyes that seemed amused somehow.
There she stood, that smiley girl with the red coat
I'll never see her again
Thats the end, with a cookie and a few bugs in between, of my life love story.
The rain keeps me from seeing the city from the bridge.
Soon my memories will be the same. I can only regret it
My uncle said to me: "Theres one!"
My gaze turns in his direction and then i saw her.
A beautiful girl with a face that seemed to sparkle. Glitery eyes, simple face - nothing much. Still her gaze captivated me and left me unable to think.
My uncle asked her if the seat next to her was taken, to which she replied with a simple "No" - just my luck. If it was good or bad i had no clue.
I sat next to her, clumsily putting my things down, cursing myself.
Didn't dare to glance at her again. Only the red blur of her jacket appeared on the right corner of my eye. She was wearing it! Just there!! - I wanted to scream.
It was not long before that blasted bus arrived to take me home
I got up, glanced at her, she at me (it hit then that I always look like shit), and there it was... that smiley face and those glittery eyes that seemed amused somehow.
There she stood, that smiley girl with the red coat
I'll never see her again
Thats the end, with a cookie and a few bugs in between, of my life love story.
The rain keeps me from seeing the city from the bridge.
Soon my memories will be the same. I can only regret it
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Darkness
Total darkness. It is what i long for
I no longer ride the bus.
There i could at least enjoy being in the shadows and look through the glass windows, trying to ignore my reflected image, and i would find in the long distance that darkness that i so long for.
The subway, also, failing my wishes. Even though it circulates most of the times underground the strong lights turned the gigantic windows into almost flawless mirrors, covering up the darkness with the reflections of every other people - ugly people, smelly people, junkies, old people, students, jocks, whatever - many of them invading my personal space. Then again, it is a crammed place and personal space is a luxury in such cases, a nonexistent one anyway.
No such things in trains.
This floor i sit on is dirty as something i hardly get to see - doesn't matter. Its December and its cold as hell, even more accentuated by the fact that the train moves about 90-100 km/h - meaningless fact. Im riding in the cargo area with doors on both sides open - not important. Im wearing all-stars, skimpy jeans, t-shirt and a hippie-like long sleeved shirt - ok, it's a bit chilly...
...meaningless
I fucking love it!
Im alone. In the cargo area, freezing myself to death in the night air, yes. Alone nonetheless.
No glass windows in such a place. Just doors. The lights are strong and that is still what annoys me. But i get to feel the sweet air in my body and stare at the outside darkness. Not total darkness because these pesky humans are everywhere but it is still sometimes there.
With poor headphones and nice music i'm in heaven.
Twenty minutes away from my stop, the cold air, a 30 minute walk through the city to my bedroom, unmade bed, gross housemates and a sleepless night I am alone. Covered in light but staring at not so dark darkness.
Darkness nonetheless...
Total darkness. It is what i long for
I no longer ride the bus.
There i could at least enjoy being in the shadows and look through the glass windows, trying to ignore my reflected image, and i would find in the long distance that darkness that i so long for.
The subway, also, failing my wishes. Even though it circulates most of the times underground the strong lights turned the gigantic windows into almost flawless mirrors, covering up the darkness with the reflections of every other people - ugly people, smelly people, junkies, old people, students, jocks, whatever - many of them invading my personal space. Then again, it is a crammed place and personal space is a luxury in such cases, a nonexistent one anyway.
No such things in trains.
This floor i sit on is dirty as something i hardly get to see - doesn't matter. Its December and its cold as hell, even more accentuated by the fact that the train moves about 90-100 km/h - meaningless fact. Im riding in the cargo area with doors on both sides open - not important. Im wearing all-stars, skimpy jeans, t-shirt and a hippie-like long sleeved shirt - ok, it's a bit chilly...
...meaningless
I fucking love it!
Im alone. In the cargo area, freezing myself to death in the night air, yes. Alone nonetheless.
No glass windows in such a place. Just doors. The lights are strong and that is still what annoys me. But i get to feel the sweet air in my body and stare at the outside darkness. Not total darkness because these pesky humans are everywhere but it is still sometimes there.
With poor headphones and nice music i'm in heaven.
Twenty minutes away from my stop, the cold air, a 30 minute walk through the city to my bedroom, unmade bed, gross housemates and a sleepless night I am alone. Covered in light but staring at not so dark darkness.
Darkness nonetheless...
M no longer, the bastard made me change my thingy
That asshole was bugging me non-stop to change my webname (im ignorant, fuck you too!) because apparently M is tiny as fuck and "not noticeable enough" so im changing it to Drez.
Why the hell someone believes "AC" is long enough is a mystery...
By now you must have somehow figured out that i am a rather gloomy bastard* so i still have to meet some expectations to myself and my lovely fans worldwide, even if just a name (because thats all i've got, really), lame/emo/morbid/"hip" enough to be capable of rolling the eyes of every bitchy socialite (and all variations of such status) out there, so for now, Drez it is.
It is totally open to sugestions - all you bastards will help me with it, im sure
Hopefully 4 letters are better than one and if it ends up not being i can only say to The Great Lonesome Creator and Capacitor of All Thoughts to GO FUCK HIMSELF!!!
*(if you have not, shocking as it may appear to my lovely fans - since i only had written 1 post introducing myself with rather bland words dunno how many months ago... but i digress - i assure you that it will show in the next posts)
Why the hell someone believes "AC" is long enough is a mystery...
By now you must have somehow figured out that i am a rather gloomy bastard* so i still have to meet some expectations to myself and my lovely fans worldwide, even if just a name (because thats all i've got, really), lame/emo/morbid/"hip" enough to be capable of rolling the eyes of every bitchy socialite (and all variations of such status) out there, so for now, Drez it is.
It is totally open to sugestions - all you bastards will help me with it, im sure
Hopefully 4 letters are better than one and if it ends up not being i can only say to The Great Lonesome Creator and Capacitor of All Thoughts to GO FUCK HIMSELF!!!
*(if you have not, shocking as it may appear to my lovely fans - since i only had written 1 post introducing myself with rather bland words dunno how many months ago... but i digress - i assure you that it will show in the next posts)
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
I've been missing - pay no heed
In the night I look at the sky and i find
no beauty in the stars.
Eventually what I focus my sight on
are not the stars
but the darkness by their side
Maybe consequence of
still Love not yet found,
maybe such strange thing
is not bound to me.
Looking only at the ground
it's impossible to see.
Still I long for Love
as I long for death,
obcessively,
due to its absence.
Either way my end is set
with many events yet to regret
If one should love find
and it no longer holds its breath
then take the gun on your side
and join her in death
no beauty in the stars.
Eventually what I focus my sight on
are not the stars
but the darkness by their side
Maybe consequence of
still Love not yet found,
maybe such strange thing
is not bound to me.
Looking only at the ground
it's impossible to see.
Still I long for Love
as I long for death,
obcessively,
due to its absence.
Either way my end is set
with many events yet to regret
If one should love find
and it no longer holds its breath
then take the gun on your side
and join her in death
Saturday, November 27, 2010
...
Alguém me consegue explicar do que se trata o processo de socializar, no que consiste porque se insiste tanto nele. Não sei não faço a mínima ideia. Pelo que já pude assistir até agora vejo pessoas, pessoas e pessoas todas a tentar seguir um rumo diferente, todas a tentarem ser diferentes de toda-gente. Com redes sociais a pedinchar por atenção. Do tipo "e deixo aqui este comentário, por favor vem ver o meu perfil e deixa também um, ouve as musicas que eu escolhi, as minhas musicas preferidas vê as fotos de coisas que eu fiz já programadas e encenadas de propósito a ser documentadas para ficar no meu perfil para outras pessoas verem mas para isso terei de o mencionar". Onde está a diferença pergunto eu, uns dizem "não falo mal de ninguém para não ser igual" mas acabam sempre por o fazer, onde está a diferença quando andam todos pelos centros comerciais "com os seus sapatos com solas feitas na china". Sociedade que se deixa embriagar por dopaminas artificiais perde a noção do correcto, do único, DO SER, DO EXISTIR. E resume-se única e exclusivamente à interacção. Eu não existi sempre (e ainda bem) por isso não sei se as relações sociais e humanas sempre foram assim. Mas não consigo perceber é algo que me ultrapassa. Será que no interior todos acabamos por achar que seremos todos diferentes. Ou no final de contas não seremos todos apenas uma enorme massificação estandardizada de acordo com quem nos diz o que usar, como estar o que fazer do que gostar.
Seja como for...
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
A long time has passed
It has been a long time since the last post and several things have happened.
Nothing good came out in these months and I have the feeling that nothing good will come in the future.
It's ok, doesnt really matter.
I lost a even greater deal of my memories but I'm still me. Life goes on.
Honestly i just dont give a fuck about anything anymore so I'll continue to write only to my hearts content.
Shit happens and i need a way to vent out things so, i'll keep writing, hoping to avoid repercussions of not doing anything at all.
If it sounds like a diary... to hell with it! It will be something along those lines.
So suit yourself out, read all you want, think whatever you might.
As long as i remain unknown I really dont give a shit
It's now 6:34 am and, after a slespless night like so many others since a few years ago, i find myself writing in the dark, afraid to go foward.
It's been 6 weeks since the start of college and i still havent showed up for classes, after a first morning full of excitement, unknown places, unknown people, not caring and an irrational aversion to it all.
If i keep this up it will be like in the other place where everything felt wrong. That time i may have had an excuse since my life was hell and i felt like i was just doing it to end up in a dead end tiresome job and be miserable for the rest of my life. Now, in a different area and place i find myself just not knowing how to react to it all.
All of it constantly reminding me of all these time periods that i hardly speak and when i do either i find myself speaking very short phrases in an inaudible manner or not being abble to speak at all.
In an hour or so gonna take a shower, see how i feel after it.
If im ok, after being awake for 24 hours i shall gather all my courage to face unknown beasts and finally get a chance to redeem myself or fall flat on my ass to call myself human trash.
Last years remorse was hell.
This year is starting to feel like it.
I will not be able to go trough it again.
Nothing good came out in these months and I have the feeling that nothing good will come in the future.
It's ok, doesnt really matter.
I lost a even greater deal of my memories but I'm still me. Life goes on.
Honestly i just dont give a fuck about anything anymore so I'll continue to write only to my hearts content.
Shit happens and i need a way to vent out things so, i'll keep writing, hoping to avoid repercussions of not doing anything at all.
If it sounds like a diary... to hell with it! It will be something along those lines.
So suit yourself out, read all you want, think whatever you might.
As long as i remain unknown I really dont give a shit
It's now 6:34 am and, after a slespless night like so many others since a few years ago, i find myself writing in the dark, afraid to go foward.
It's been 6 weeks since the start of college and i still havent showed up for classes, after a first morning full of excitement, unknown places, unknown people, not caring and an irrational aversion to it all.
If i keep this up it will be like in the other place where everything felt wrong. That time i may have had an excuse since my life was hell and i felt like i was just doing it to end up in a dead end tiresome job and be miserable for the rest of my life. Now, in a different area and place i find myself just not knowing how to react to it all.
All of it constantly reminding me of all these time periods that i hardly speak and when i do either i find myself speaking very short phrases in an inaudible manner or not being abble to speak at all.
In an hour or so gonna take a shower, see how i feel after it.
If im ok, after being awake for 24 hours i shall gather all my courage to face unknown beasts and finally get a chance to redeem myself or fall flat on my ass to call myself human trash.
Last years remorse was hell.
This year is starting to feel like it.
I will not be able to go trough it again.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Nobsil - The Great (a bus)
so, here i am, on the bus ride to the big city
i actually lost the bus, had to go to a nearby town and buy another ticket to another bus
my dad and my sis actually waited with me for it to come (which was a hour and 20 minutes later)
i actually didnt have a bad day
it was kind of sunny, played a lot with my dog, saw a movie, went a little bit to the pc, , organized some random files and when the time came i just threw some stuff into my bag, picked up my pc and i was ready to go
the reason i missed the bus was my mom who forgot that i actually needed to be in another place 300 kms away by today, so... yeah.
it's the first time i ride the bus with so few people in it, so it's actually a big plus for me, since i can be at ease (im kind of anti-social)
i wanted to write something but i dont have my notebook with me and no pencil
still i have the pc (which im much faster at writing than by hand - that and my handwriting sucks pretty bad...), but still i feel it's kinda sad, to depend on such advanced tech to just record my useless thoughts.
i haven't eaten anything, so i was kind of happy only to feel sad after when some people came in and the air just filled up with the soft lingering scent of an hamburger and fries
And at that moment i realised that, no matter how much i usually hate hamburgers (i'm too picky with hamburgers. I do like fries, but i only eat them about 1 or 2 times a week - which i do believe is cool because if u eat too much of a good thing then there will come a time that, other than becoming fat, you will no longer notice the feeling of said thing - which does apply to everything in nature (but not the being fat part)) I would be more than happy to ignore the "NO FOOD ALLOWED" stickers and throw myself at what was once a living thing ("I'm soo sorry for eating you!!").
Still, this is all hypothetical and i can only regret and be pissed at those evildoers that are happilly eating just a few seats behind my current location.
the human mind is a sad thing...
:(
i actually lost the bus, had to go to a nearby town and buy another ticket to another bus
my dad and my sis actually waited with me for it to come (which was a hour and 20 minutes later)
i actually didnt have a bad day
it was kind of sunny, played a lot with my dog, saw a movie, went a little bit to the pc, , organized some random files and when the time came i just threw some stuff into my bag, picked up my pc and i was ready to go
the reason i missed the bus was my mom who forgot that i actually needed to be in another place 300 kms away by today, so... yeah.
it's the first time i ride the bus with so few people in it, so it's actually a big plus for me, since i can be at ease (im kind of anti-social)
i wanted to write something but i dont have my notebook with me and no pencil
still i have the pc (which im much faster at writing than by hand - that and my handwriting sucks pretty bad...), but still i feel it's kinda sad, to depend on such advanced tech to just record my useless thoughts.
i haven't eaten anything, so i was kind of happy only to feel sad after when some people came in and the air just filled up with the soft lingering scent of an hamburger and fries
And at that moment i realised that, no matter how much i usually hate hamburgers (i'm too picky with hamburgers. I do like fries, but i only eat them about 1 or 2 times a week - which i do believe is cool because if u eat too much of a good thing then there will come a time that, other than becoming fat, you will no longer notice the feeling of said thing - which does apply to everything in nature (but not the being fat part)) I would be more than happy to ignore the "NO FOOD ALLOWED" stickers and throw myself at what was once a living thing ("I'm soo sorry for eating you!!").
Still, this is all hypothetical and i can only regret and be pissed at those evildoers that are happilly eating just a few seats behind my current location.
the human mind is a sad thing...
:(
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Sunday to me is...
i really dont want sunday to come.
i really dont want to go to sleep.
why?
because when do wake up i'll be depressed as hell, the lack of sleep not helping at all, wandering around the house, picking my stuff together with a frown on my face,
having lunch with that crazy gandma who NEVER SHUTS UP (NEVAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaa...!!! - "YOU ARE ALL GOING TO DIE WITH MEEE!!!! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAhaha!!!!)
get on the bus thats filled with annoying old ladies and college students who talk way to loud abouth useless things?
not to mention when someone farts on the bus and the already hot smelly air just gets so unbearable that i cant help but feel like puking my guts out...
just wasting 3 and a half hours just to get to that place that looks like a crummy film set from the 80's and spend the rest of the day closed up in my bedroom?
it's not really my bedroom, more like a storage room and guess what: it really hasnt been touched or remodeled since the 80's!!!
(hell on earth, anyone? T-T )
and i live there!!!
and i've got no life!!!
and i cant play my fucking guitar or put on music of any kind!!!!!
(and my mp3 player just died, that stupid thingy!!!!)
I dont even fit on that bed thingy because it's lenght is shorter than my height!!!!!
and i'm not even tall!!!!!!!
why?!?!?
AND I DONT EVEN HAVE DECENT INTERNET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY...????????????????????
i mean, its fucking sunday!!!!!!!
why waste it away?!?!?!?!?!
i'll just be a wandering body roaming trough the streets on monday, no energy at all to even comprehend elaborate speech from professors and fellow colleagues...
ah! the joy of dragging myself to the coffee machine to get myself a big one (grin on face)
sweet college life!
i feel like i can no longer avoid sleep now
composing this text just took away my last bit of energy...
...crap ...
(and there are no cookies in hell, dont believe their lies!!!)
so long, preccious time...
TORTURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ps:a record post in expression marks, i believe
i really dont want to go to sleep.
why?
because when do wake up i'll be depressed as hell, the lack of sleep not helping at all, wandering around the house, picking my stuff together with a frown on my face,
having lunch with that crazy gandma who NEVER SHUTS UP (NEVAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaa...!!! - "YOU ARE ALL GOING TO DIE WITH MEEE!!!! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAhaha!!!!)
get on the bus thats filled with annoying old ladies and college students who talk way to loud abouth useless things?
not to mention when someone farts on the bus and the already hot smelly air just gets so unbearable that i cant help but feel like puking my guts out...
just wasting 3 and a half hours just to get to that place that looks like a crummy film set from the 80's and spend the rest of the day closed up in my bedroom?
it's not really my bedroom, more like a storage room and guess what: it really hasnt been touched or remodeled since the 80's!!!
(hell on earth, anyone? T-T )
and i live there!!!
and i've got no life!!!
and i cant play my fucking guitar or put on music of any kind!!!!!
(and my mp3 player just died, that stupid thingy!!!!)
I dont even fit on that bed thingy because it's lenght is shorter than my height!!!!!
and i'm not even tall!!!!!!!
why?!?!?
AND I DONT EVEN HAVE DECENT INTERNET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY...????????????????????
i mean, its fucking sunday!!!!!!!
why waste it away?!?!?!?!?!
i'll just be a wandering body roaming trough the streets on monday, no energy at all to even comprehend elaborate speech from professors and fellow colleagues...
ah! the joy of dragging myself to the coffee machine to get myself a big one (grin on face)
sweet college life!
i feel like i can no longer avoid sleep now
composing this text just took away my last bit of energy...
...crap ...
(and there are no cookies in hell, dont believe their lies!!!)
so long, preccious time...
TORTURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ps:a record post in expression marks, i believe
Friday, March 12, 2010
Bus ride back home
its now 18:31
i just saw a beautiful sight
the giant red setting sun in the middle of the light grayish blue
im now in the middle of the countryside, the plains on alentejo covered with the ups and downs of small hills
the faded golden clouds in the almost clear sky and the mountains on the horizon provide this amazing view, complete with lakes and small roads
the sun is starting to disappear behind the mountains, hidden behind the occasional small hill facing the road, bus, and thus me
the hazy blue is starting to take over
the small lakes reflecting the sky and its color
i no longer see the sun
next time at 18:30 i'll bring a camera for you all to see
till then, time will pass, a week, months, maybe more
who knows?
not you, you are obsolette
not i, with this mind of mine
remains to be seen
in the due flow of time...
i just saw a beautiful sight
the giant red setting sun in the middle of the light grayish blue
im now in the middle of the countryside, the plains on alentejo covered with the ups and downs of small hills
the faded golden clouds in the almost clear sky and the mountains on the horizon provide this amazing view, complete with lakes and small roads
the sun is starting to disappear behind the mountains, hidden behind the occasional small hill facing the road, bus, and thus me
the hazy blue is starting to take over
the small lakes reflecting the sky and its color
i no longer see the sun
next time at 18:30 i'll bring a camera for you all to see
till then, time will pass, a week, months, maybe more
who knows?
not you, you are obsolette
not i, with this mind of mine
remains to be seen
in the due flow of time...
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Tech
I HATE my mp3 player.
why would they make a product that is clearly screwed up?
8 gigs, mp4, mp3, jpeg and other image and text formats
it wasnt cheap, so its purchase gave me some consequences in my monthly money. i had to save up, as i always did since the begining of times.
i was ok with that.
The thing i wasn't prepared, though, was me putting nearly 10 thousand songs in it, a bunch of pictures as well, some vids and a sd card with some stuff and tha thing not being able to read the data.
200 out of 10000 songs are the only thing it plays (got sick f them all some time ago); doesnt show any images at all, videos are the same thing if not worse and the max volume the damned thing is capable is pretty damned low.
kslim thingy
seriously, dont buy it
not really a review or advertising,
that thing just pisses me off so much...
12-03-2010 EDIT:
ok, it's official, the thing just died
sick of things dying...
why would they make a product that is clearly screwed up?
8 gigs, mp4, mp3, jpeg and other image and text formats
it wasnt cheap, so its purchase gave me some consequences in my monthly money. i had to save up, as i always did since the begining of times.
i was ok with that.
The thing i wasn't prepared, though, was me putting nearly 10 thousand songs in it, a bunch of pictures as well, some vids and a sd card with some stuff and tha thing not being able to read the data.
200 out of 10000 songs are the only thing it plays (got sick f them all some time ago); doesnt show any images at all, videos are the same thing if not worse and the max volume the damned thing is capable is pretty damned low.
kslim thingy
seriously, dont buy it
not really a review or advertising,
that thing just pisses me off so much...
12-03-2010 EDIT:
ok, it's official, the thing just died
sick of things dying...
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Newcomer - M
Hey, im M
made the previous M change his id, so im another M
gonna start posting here, bout something, dont expect much
i was asked to join so, here i am.
dont really like the person but still, its not i hate him or whatever, i just stand hanging out with her so thats gotta count for something.
anyway... yeah...
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
smthin', i dunno...
So, the last post was over a month ago and something about techno music?
why ?_?
Anyway...
I stopped writing mainly because I just didnt have the time and it seemed to me that writing in a ghost blog writing about things a little depressing was an ENOURMOUS WASTE of time (i have a problem about time - cant bother to spend it, even though i spend it anyway doing useless things).
But that wasnt what i had wished for when i started this thing.
What i had wished for was to have some place where i could write about the most varied things anytime wherever i feel like it without taking too much of my time for you all to see.
I would like to have some kind of counter or comment to just know people do read this blog so i wouldn't feel like im writing all this stuff for nothing... ...but then again, im pretty much useless about tech stuff so no counter :(
Anyway, its not like i'll give up, i really do want to keep going in hope of better days.
With that in mind i decided to ask some friends to write in here whatever they like - i really dont have any idea of what they will write so that remains to be seen...
why ?_?
Anyway...
I stopped writing mainly because I just didnt have the time and it seemed to me that writing in a ghost blog writing about things a little depressing was an ENOURMOUS WASTE of time (i have a problem about time - cant bother to spend it, even though i spend it anyway doing useless things).
But that wasnt what i had wished for when i started this thing.
What i had wished for was to have some place where i could write about the most varied things anytime wherever i feel like it without taking too much of my time for you all to see.
I would like to have some kind of counter or comment to just know people do read this blog so i wouldn't feel like im writing all this stuff for nothing... ...but then again, im pretty much useless about tech stuff so no counter :(
Anyway, its not like i'll give up, i really do want to keep going in hope of better days.
With that in mind i decided to ask some friends to write in here whatever they like - i really dont have any idea of what they will write so that remains to be seen...
Friday, January 22, 2010
why the hell am i listening to techno music?!?
i feel like a real college student now, surrounded by books, studying my ass off for an exam tomorrow (today, since its 5.07 am) which i already know i'll fail
i dont really know how to study
im a mess, both in my studies and as a person
nothing lasts much with me
conformismo até mais n
not a good thing
but i really dont know what other path i should take
hell, i dont even know how to do my own laundry
u can only act like a brat to a certain point right?
college my ass
i should have gone to a remote country in the first place
"Basic Survival 101" - crash course
the though reality of the world right in my face
i really wish i went, i really believe it would turn me into a better person
and improve some of my habits which only have sicken me till this point
shit, gotta study - what for?
if i really do wake up after sleeping i'll be lucky as hell
i feel like a real college student now, surrounded by books, studying my ass off for an exam tomorrow (today, since its 5.07 am) which i already know i'll fail
i dont really know how to study
im a mess, both in my studies and as a person
nothing lasts much with me
conformismo até mais n
not a good thing
but i really dont know what other path i should take
hell, i dont even know how to do my own laundry
u can only act like a brat to a certain point right?
college my ass
i should have gone to a remote country in the first place
"Basic Survival 101" - crash course
the though reality of the world right in my face
i really wish i went, i really believe it would turn me into a better person
and improve some of my habits which only have sicken me till this point
shit, gotta study - what for?
if i really do wake up after sleeping i'll be lucky as hell
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