Showtime: Tough players

For those who think Utah has (had) only mormons and that black guys who have colored their air with every colour of the rainbow aren't tough.

"The Mailman" Karl Malone:


Dennis Rodman:


Fuck off LeBron!

Trash Talk 101

Fuck this...

Well, night well spent, though it was the last time I'll see Rizzo for a time (after a long time without seeing everyone who helped me a lot...), it was a night well spent.

Shit was when I got on the boat and it was just niggers and whiggers (nothing against black guys, just against fucking scum), and I saw myself almost surrounded by scum (in fact, forget the almost, I was on a boat and had nowhere to escape if I had to run). A guy asks me for cocaine saying "do you have some of that white stuff" and I answer him that I don't. He keeps trying to push me untill the time he says that I look more like an heroin guy. Again, I say I don't have nothing. He tells me that if I don't have cocaine to put my headphones because he would only talk to people who had it.

I may be stupid for a lot of time but one thing I'm not is dumb... Changed seats to a place where I wouldn't have to listen to this fellows conversation and where I would know it would be, in theory, safer to get out of that without having to face any fucker. Got out of the boat while that nice fellow who asked me for cocaine was having an arguement with some other shitfuck and walked fast. I thought, if they catched me and if I was sober I could take out one, in max, two, unarmed... No more than that and had to have a shithole of luck of the size of the my hometown... Like I wasn't sober, decided to sober myself up. Nothing better than the imminence of some ugly confrontation aliened to the fact that almost every breath I had, would freeze even more my face... So, I sped up my pace and grabed the first rock, massive enough to crack a fuckers skull, and went home with a motherfucking grimm smile.

Once again, fuck this shithole... Fuck all this.

E de repente, deu-me vontade de comer pão com planta

Tem realmente bom aspecto.

Good to know: Cassandra Complex

"The Cassandra metaphor is applied by some psychologists to individuals who experience physical and emotional suffering as a result of distressing personal perceptions, and who are disbelieved when they attempt to share the cause of their suffering with others."

According to wikipedia

Becoming an Hooligan Everyday: Estado de crise

Ontem, Real Madrid ganhou 1-0 ao Maiorca. Não a crise não é com nenhum desses clubes, simplesmente vai servir para analogia no que se segue. Para os atentos ao futebol, em Portugal, o Sporting vive tempos conturbados, no inicio da época a perda daquele que durante as ultimas temporadas juntou ao estatuto de capitão, o de jogador mais importante da equipa num processo em que nem João Moutinho, nem o Sporting ficaram bem vistos. Seguiu-se a saída de Miguel Veloso, um jogador que apesar de ser bastante irregular, assumiu um grau de importância muito alta. Antes de tudo isto, um director desportivo que, tirando a contratação de Valdez, uma contratação a sério tendo em conta que em quase tudo tem sido uma mais valia, nada tem tem feito. Um treinador que nunca deu o salto de um clube pequeno para um clube que deve e tem a obrigação de lutar pelo titulo. E, por fim, um presidente que devia ser o principal líder do clube mas que nunca justificou ter ganho as eleições com uma margem tão grande.

Com isto tudo verifica-se uma equipa sem confiança, sem estabilidade, que vê-se a defender resultados com equipas inferiores, dificuldades em ter séries de vitorias dignas de um clube que, no inicio da época, se afirmou candidata ao titulo,

Por outro lado, vê-se aqui no pais ao lado, uma equipa que com apenas um ou dois jogadores de classe (De Guzman), que vive muitas vezes dos "restos" de outras equipas espanholas, mas a jogar olhos nos olhos contra outras equipas. Michael Laudrup, antigo carrasco do Sporting num jogo contra o Brondby da Dinamarca, antigo jogador do Barça no qual fez parte da Dream Team de Johan Cruyff, Real Madrid, Juventos e Ajax, agora treinador do Maiorca, põe a equipa a fazer aquilo que se pede num jogo mas que praticamente só se vê em Inglaterra.

Quem ainda não percebeu onde quero chegar, é simples, quero que quando o próximo presidente do Sporting for eleito, despeça aquele enconado do Paulo Sérgio e vá buscar alguém que compreenda a importância da "mística" do clube, alguém que não tenha medo de ganhar por 4 ou 5, o Michael Laudrup seria uma opção.

Metallic Spheres

Bem, das poucas vezes em que consegui ir atento à rádio a passar no carro, deparo-me com aquela figura mítica do Rock português cujo o talento é inversamente proporcional com a sua popularidade. Zé Pedro dos Xutos, guitarrista, bêbado, drogado e dj cujo os relatos das suas actuações tanto como guitarrista como DJ faziam antever um gosto musical no máximo dos máximos a roçar o manhoso, tirando poucas excepções que no entanto, são um clichet musical. No entanto, a meio de um programa em que simplesmente presumo que tenha sido convidado para passar som ou fazer uma lista de melhores álbuns do ano, vai buscar um álbum de um antigo duo que agora vive de um membro original a fazer colaborações, os The Orb. Entre a história dessas (supostas) lendas da música electrónica e chill out, fala em influências de Pink Floyd e colaborações com o Mr. Pink Floyd himself, David Gilmour.



Se a memória não me falha, foi esse o excerto passado. O álbum do ano passado "Metallic Spheres" está dividido em 4 partes Metallic Side (1 e 2) e Sphere Side (1 e 2) e, para alem da colaboração de David Gilmour, conta também com a colaboração e produção de Youth, baixista de Killing Joke. Da parte do David Gilmour tem o que se pode esperar dele, o que dito assim até parece mau, mas bem pelo contrário. Em relação ao álbum em geral, é um bom álbum para estar simplesmente chilling, de preferência deitado no chão a pensar no universo (literalmente ou não, é com vocês).

Porque esta tem uma letra profunda...

Quero ir à tua terra
Onde correm fios de água
Entre goivos e hortelã
Ensina-me a distinguir
O melro da cotovia
Nunca soube o que era ouvir
O galo a anunciar o dia

Tília trevo e açafrão
Erva pura pimentão
Louro salsa e cidreira
Urze brava e dormideira

Vou pedir para me levares
Ao teu mais secreto atalho
Para lá de hortas e pomares
Entre pólen e orvalho

Revela-me os teus segredos
As geleias e os licores
Quero contigo aprender
Cheiros ervas e flores

Tília trevo e açafrão
Erva pura pimentão
Louro salsa e cidreira
Urze brava e dormideira
Vai fiando a tua roca
De adágios e tecidos
Quero ouvir da tua boca
Os assombros mais antigos
Sou um pobre cidadão

Perdi o fio de mim
Um bichinho do betão
Que nunca viu o alecrim

Tília trevo e açafrão
Erva pura pimentão
Louro salsa e cidreira
Urze brava e dormideira

Isto porque algum dia tinha que falar sobre isto

Se há algo pior na música portuguesa que os Polo Norte, são os Delfins... E se há algo pior que os Delfins, são os Delfins e os Polo Norte... Quem é que teve a triste ideia de os juntar...

Becoming an Hooligan Everyday: Payback's a Bitch

Well, few weeks back Birmingham City were able to score a draw against Manchester United in Birmingham at the overtime with an irregular goal (Zigic assisted to what's name with is arm). Today, United showed that payback's a bitch. Five nill in Old Trafford, Berba's third Hat-trick this season, the 37-yeat young left winger Ryan Giggs and Nani scored the goals.

Tuesday is against Blackpool.

And, on other hand, Aston Fucking Villa, won against Manchester City with a goal from their new striker, Darren Bent! (This one is here, just because I hate Man. City)

Porque se isto não fosse potencialmente sério, votava neste gajo

Porque quem tem o slogan "Basta de pasteis, Coelho a Belém" (que é, sem dúvida alguma, o melhor slogan que alguma vez li, ouvi e pensei na minha vida.), é um comediante do caralho!

Finally reached the seas

Becoming an Hooligan Everyday: Més que un club (part 2)

FODA-SE!

Isto andava calmo demais. É um facto.

I want to laugh like Joker

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! *breathe, breathe* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

The new Chuck Norris...

Presenting to you, Clive Owen. The most dangerous guy with a carrot ever.

2010/2011

Well, well, well. It's 2011. Happy new year to everyone (this time I mean it :p). Time to look back, it's a bit ordinary but, I have to admit it, it is the best time to take a look at actions we've made during the course of this period. It's a new cycle, whether we like to admit it or not, Earth has made another "travel" around the Sun, which makes it even more natural (at least the way I see it). So, like an ordinary guy and like someone who is in hands with some free time and is in the spirit, I'm going to do it. Some (most) stupid things, others more serious, just going to free my ego (yes, this space is mostly about my fucked up ego. If you don't like it, fuck off. Seriously... I don't care) for a bit a wander a bit around it.

Can't say 2010 was a good year mainly because it wasn't. In fact 2009 already ended in some sort of a downward spiral (Started this text using the name of a Duffy song and now I'm using the name of a Nine Inch Nails album, pretty cool, ain't it? Don't answer, it's a rhetorical question) and entered 2010 in a not so good way, and what starts bad, usually ends up becoming even worse. On the other hand, I have to admit it, although some fucked up scares. My grandmother getting hospitalized three times, one of which coincided with the date my grandfather died, other ended up with surgery and last, but not least, renal failure one week after getting out of the fucking hospital of surgery. Gladly, it only scared the shit out of me and my family and "nothing more". Once again, could have been a lot worse this year.

But well, starting from the beginning. Ending 2009 having to take pills to control anxiety, making all the wrong choices, not giving up when I should had given up. Entered like a ticking time bomb in 2010. Like I believe the few ones who read this blog, know me quite well (I'm shy but at the same time an open book) and, if there are people who read this blog who don't know me, you have since April to read if you want. Spending months after months suffering from insomnias (today I'm just a bit drunk (this part explains why I writing this) and on vacations, if you're worried), wishing to be drunk, if not drunk. And I'm not saying simply drunk, I mean really completely shitfaced. If I wasn't able to do it, I would just close myself in my little and fucked up world. Luckily, I had always people looking up for me. I know it sounds lame, but I thank them everyday. Don't show it to them because I'm just a closed person, when I feel I have to isolate myself, I just do it. Can spend a lot of time without "appearing", don't ask me why, I just can.

But going on. Shit happening, not succeeding in everything which didn't include me fucking up even more my life for months. College, relationships, I couldn't even connect with my own family. Every step I'd walked, was getting me more close to all the gutters and shits I didn't believe or didn't like. Not going to throw blames at no one because, in the end (Linkin Park song), I have to be one who I blame the most. I just could have stopped when I know I should have stopped. I should have stopped instead of trying to be the fucking All Mighty Superman. But I didn't. I tried and I collapsed (Black Sun lyrics for "Paralyzer (Prison of the Cross)". Fuck! No one can stop me today with this shitty analogies!). This shit is a vicious cycle, once I realized, I was with an anxiety crises again. Had a lot of time in which nothing seemed to make sense. I felt I just had no purpose. Yeah! I know it's a bit (it's quite a lot, but fuck it) drama queen hysteria, but hey! I'm just telling thing how they've happened. Luckily at some point the rope was stretched too much and I, with help from persons who knew what they were doing and others that didn't and a bottle of Port Wine before 1p.m. (drunk courage, the best emergency exit when not facing a fire).

Eventually, I ended up spending some time in Meco seeing spanish girls showing their tits on the beach (good, very good memories(For T.: MAAN, MAMAS, MAAAN!)), started getting wasted because it just happened and not because I needed to or otherwise I wouldn't just sleep. Things started to look a bit brighter. Found (again) some new additions, the one that is more at sight is soccer. João Moutinho transfer for Sporting C.P. to F.C.Porto played a big part of it (being able to see almost every Barcelona and Premier League game helped to). Things started changing. Once again, things got brighter.

When college started again, I was a bit afraid of feeling misplaced like I was before but, found out it was quite the opposite. Funny how one problem can affect you some many ways when you just don't want to deal with it the way you know you should. In fact, although I find myself forced to not spend time in some things I want to spend, for the first time in three years I feel like that is my place (Yeah, fucking lame. Don't like it, fuck off.)

And now, like I can't see to write about "happy" things in a way I can feel proud of it (that's why I don't really write in months), just some "stupid" (or not) Highlights and Downlows of 2010 and some expectations for 2011 (warnig this is where most of the stupidity enters, feel free to not read this part)

Highlights:
Sports:
Barça winning La Liga with a record 99 points. Barça winning 5-0 against Real Madrid (and destroying almost any team which is put in front of them). San Antonio Spurs, Chicago Bulls and Dallas Mavericks having their best season starts on NBA (Yeas, I watch NBA to. I'm becoming a bit of a sports nerd. Sorry.) in ages. Manchester United reaching the end of 2010 with only one defeat (for the League cup) and almost becoming the first team ever to end the Champions League group phase without suffering a goal (suffered one, in the last game against Valência). Spain winning the World Cup (probably the only Portuguese glad for a Spanish victory). They were the best and, I descend from Spanish, so fuck you, if you don't like it.

Music:
Gigs:
Simbiose @ Moita Metalfest (any gig that gives me a body breakdown is worth mentioning!!);Utopium @ Kylakankra (or whatever the name of that shithole was!); Celeste @ SWR; Taint @ SWR; Zeni Geva @ SWR; Converge @ Revolver Bar.

CDs (2010/Pre-2010):
Melissa Auf Der Maur – “Out of our Minds”; Utopium – “Conceptive Prescience”, QoTSA and Mesa Discography, Kate Bush – “Lionheart”, “Hounds of Love” & “Never for Ever” and Nine Inch Nails – “Year Zero”, Florence and the Machine - "Lungs".

Life:
First Tattoo and the rest I've already mentioned it.

Movies (2010/Pre-2010):
Inception (to be honest, didn’t saw much from this year.);Fight Club;Gran Torino.

Downlows:
Sports:
Chelsea winning the Premier League. Benfica winning the Portuguese League. Sporting completely digging it's own grave. L.A. Lakers winning the NBA (if Lakers win again, Kobe equals Michael Jordan's mark (6 times champions)). Sporting's new manager sucks and is a sort of bullfighter.

For 2011:
There is a lot of thing I hope for. Most of them are probably impossible. So I just wish you all a good 2011.

First song of the year:


Now I'm going to smoke a bit more, and try to finish a 60 year old champagne bottle.