Oh-oh-oh-oh!

"Big Sean ft Chris Brown - My Last"

Think about it (II)

Think about it

Demons

We all have our demons.

I think the most important part regarding demons is to recognize them.

To know what they are, and how much power they have over us.

Then it's about precautionary measures, to avoid them, and preparedness to face them when it's time to do it.

And there will come a time to face them. Sometimes on your own terms, sometimes when you least expect it.

I honestly believe it's facing demons that gives you the biggest boosts of maturity in life. And the unwillingness/failure facing them that makes you stuck in a point in life.

It sucks to recognize a new demon. Even a little, weakish one. Because I know if I dismiss it, it may become big and strong like others.

Here's my point, though. I realized a while ago the whole "you are born alone and you damn sure die alone" is not exactly true.

Life is a team game. You are not supposed to be facing your foes alone.

Songy song

From the movie "Oh Brother Where Art Thou?"

An Idiot Abroad 2

This is so fucking good.

This is fucking gold, son!

"Lykke Li feat Bon Iver - Dance Dance Dance"

RIP Steve Jobs

This is one of those rare serious moments in this blog. (To contrast, for example, with the WPP bullshit I just posted)

White People Problems (III)

By the way... These hipster photos become hilarious with these subtitles.

White People Problems (II)

White People Problems

Can you believe this shit?

I have Sea Urchin's spines on my feet.

Fuck my life.

(White People Problems? I doubt it)

Big Sean feat Chiddy Bang - Too Fake

Look out! Because I'm just too fake for the woooorld!

Powerful pic

(I'm learning Spanish now)

Here's a bit of College Football

Thyran Mathieu:

Tony Jefferson:

Holy Vishnu

I have time for nothing.

I'm going to drop University, stop working, stop playing sports, and ignore any kind of social activities.

Then I can be happy again.

Sunday

Wake up @9am again, flu-ridden.

Flu or unflued, Sunday is fucking NFL day.

I spend the morning watching NFL-related videos and articles, and the afternoon preparing my 18 Fantasy teams ready for kickoff at 6pm (Portugal time).

6pm - Bears @Saints. GREAT fucking game. Bears deserve respect, but dem Saints? Oh, baby...!

Mom gets home, I tell her I got into the Degree/University I wanted, she doesn't even congratulate me, goes right into "but how are you going to pay for it?" and does stunts like asking my Dad if he knew I was applying for University. As if it was some fucking secret, and not something I said all year I was working for. Or like I needed or asked for her money at any point. Then later at night she takes some pills or some shit like that and is all "I'll try to help but we have the cars and the loans to pay" and I'm all "I don't need your fucking help. How much clear can I be? Leave me the fuck alone, I was just keeping you in the loop, so you don't go around whining nobody tells you anything" somehow we get into an argument about how she makes everything about people trying to hurt her.

Jeez, this woman has fucking huge issues, I tell you. I must've been adopted. For sure. You know what she reminds me? Those stereotypical jewish moms on the movies, always whining, nobody loves them, nothing can make them happy.

Anyway, got out, smoked a cigarette with some friends, got home, watched the rest of the Patriots-Chargers game, and went to sleep, tomorrow is signing up for Uni day, flu-permitting.

Conclusion to this week-long challenge: keeping this sort of blog/diary has its upside, but it's not for me. I find it mostly useless and annoying to spend this much time remembering what I did on the day, and writing it down. I doubt I'll do it again. Let's get back to our good old blogging of funny/interesting shit.

Saturday

Still wake up early, around 9am.

My head hurts, my throat is completely dry, and I'm clearly nursing a flu.

I organize my room, that I haven't done since last weekend, and I go out to the local fair. I need the Vitamin D and some cheap polyester boxers.

I get home, get conversation in day with my dad, have lunch with him, and go out again, in my never-ending quest to shoot up my Vitamin D.

I go to the park, and I notice there's a 18th century fair going on near Queluz Palace. I take a relaxed look around, eat a delicious 18th century sandwich and I get back on my way home.

Get home, dad asks when can I replenish the Iced Tea stock, so I go out again, and replenish my own food stock as well.

Night-time. I watch some Daily Show, Real Time with Bill Maher and even a couple Stephen Colbert's, I notice I got accepted into the University/Degree I wanted to be in, and I decide to accept 1 of the 3 invitations to go out that night. It's to go to the 18th century fair again, but the other 2 invitations involved alcohol and getting back late.

By now I'm pretty sure my flu is in full force. Fuck it...

I end the day smoking a joint with some friends, and sleep like a baby.

Friday

Slept 8 hours, finally. Got to work, absolutely no clients at all. Organizers decide that if by 1pm nobody arrives, they close those rooms for the day, and that's exactly what happens.

After lunch and helping out colleagues rotating for lunch, by 3pm I'm out of there. Pretty cool.

Have a coffee and dinner set up with american friends, but during coffee my friend receives news his daughter broke her arm in Basketball practice. Dinner is rescheduled for next week.

Since my plans got cut short, I decide to accept another invitation to go to a friend's birthday night out.

I go to a concert, I don't like the band, but I'm with some of my best friends. Since the music isn't appealing, I drink a whole lot of beer, and I get quite drunk. By the end of the night I thought I might have to end my no-puking record that I have going on for some years now. Luckily I'm pretty good reading by own body language.

Got home, and I still read the messages people left me on Facebook, congratulating me on my birthday. Well... Facebook fake birthday. Still, a load of fun.

Thursday

Same old 5hours sleep.

Nothing to do at work, basically. 2hours at my auditorium then just rotating with colleagues.

I had a Epiphany. My ego is fucking huge. Seriously. Without any special reason but the fact I can make people like me very easily with humor. When this shit pops, I'm going to go through a rough patch.

Fuck it.

After work, I was supposed to go play soccer with some friends, but it didn't work out so I went to the park for some sprinting, got home, took shower and fell in bed, exhausted.

Tomorrow's going to be another long day.