“My” Mystery

Ok, I confess that last post was no more than…a single post! Not even rubbed the slightly interesting, so my own attempt of awesomeness was not even compared with garbage, worse than garbage… I guess even despite the "original" lyrics I created. So, as redemption and as a bit of my pure interests I give you something I totally adore. Those who know me probably already know what this post it's about due to title but for those who don't I clarify. I will transcript the lyrics of a song interpreted by no other than Mr. Hugh Laurie (I hope he is not a reader or he will probably sue me… I mean, if he is a reader I don't care about anything… Mr. Laurie, I am honoured to have you as a visitor and I must say that I am a huge fan of your work, since your Bits until your current limps in the hospital. Don't worry I am not such of those stoker and scary fans because I have absolutely no idea where you live now despite having a poster of you in my bedroom...ups...to many information...just kidding...that would be a bit to gay...sorry if susceptibilities were hurt with this lousy comment (even lousier than my previous post) … but what I do have in my bedroom is a machine written paper with the transcription of your overwhelming Mystery song), (this was probably the longest parenthesis comment):

 

Mystery,

All my life has been a mystery

You and I were never ever meant to be

That's why I call my love for you

A mystery

 

Different country,

You and I have always lived in a different country

And I know that airline tickets, don't grow on a tree

So what kept us apart is plain for me to see

That much at least, is not really a mystery

 

Estuary,

I live in a houseboat on an estuary

Which is handy for my work with the Thames water authority

But I know you would have found it insanitary

Insanitary

 

Taken a violent dislike to me

I would be foolish to ignore the possibility

That if we actually met you might have hated me

But still that's not the only problem that I can see

 

Dead since nineteen seventy three,

You've been dead now, wait a minute let me see

Fifteen years come next January

As a human being you are history

 

So I do I still long for you

Why is my love so strong for you

Why did I write this song for you,

Well I guess that's just the mystery…

 

Hugh Laurie

My Lunch

Look at the time. I just woke up. It has not been this way for several days. I used to wake up early, have a nice bath and breakfast and go ahead to my University working on my Thesis. I guess today is not such day because I am going to my hometown later. But anyway, since I just woke up at this nice hour, which is lunch time, I decided to adapt a little part of a song, played by Dispatch, to my inquiry about today's lunch.

What is it gonna be?

I don't know

And what do you want to feel?

I can't tell

And what do you want to eat?

I don't know

Just take me down to a catering choice

Your Sex

In contrast with other post titles starting with the pronoun 'My' as blog identity, and obviously to still follow such orientation, I see the need to start this one differently with such reference tending to you dear readers. Yes, no others than you, because you are the contributors in comments and for this specific topic, in votes. Despite my pool not being overwhelmed in vote quantity and not an undeniable winner raised from the votes, but a trend exists and I shall salute the decent hygiene preferences which clearly indicate a concern with modern lifestyle and coexistence in cities, countries and world. I am totally delighted with such social background concerns in favour of economic assumptions related with inventory investments which by several reasons never came out of the drawers. I am possibly scared if such unconcern about inventory is due to the non use of such.

I also notice a slightly selfish behaviour related with those who have a major capability to easily start sleeping. Obviously afterwards both win a smiley face and probably sleep even better. I guess maybe I saw this from another angle and the situation is just good companionship, compassion and affection.

Poll Results:

(this will remain registered for posterity and allows me to close the poll results)

Do it to change the subject

(11%)

Condoms are about to expire

(11%)

Can't get to sleep

(22%)

Your friend just told you a new position

(11%)

To reinforce good behaviours such as shaving and dental hygiene

(33%)

Other

(11%)

P.S. - I clearly believe that voters (ok it was just one...) for 'Other' should elucidate such other reason...

My Train

Today I left Lisbon for a small little fast weekend with family in my hometown, Évora. I have no idea if my city has a translation to its name and not knowing that and writing it as in Portuguese makes me wonder why did I wrote Lisbon in the first line and not Lisboa. Some tiny adjustments I need to make in this dichotomy of Portuguese thinker and English writer. Maybe just the major cities have translation to other languages because translating every single town is just unnecessary and a pure waste of time. Anyway I left the Portuguese capital towards my hometown and for the first time I took the train for this route. I had never made it since a decent connection was established in 2006 between both cities. Not even before I must say because its use was not really enhanced due to a long time connection and necessary train changes. Bus was then a preferable alternative. Now both choices are competitive solutions having their own interesting features in all the marketing. In travel time it's basically the same, less than 2 hours, and while train is a bit cheaper, bus offers more travels by day. Just adjust your needs.

My personal opinion, despite all costs and all the number of travels by day, if the travel time is placed in the same range I definitely choose the train. Is more roomy, wider, comfortable, and feet space is included. I am totally in favour of trains and even more when they are not directly pollutant, because not even all trains have electrical traction. Maybe it is becoming rare the use of combustion motors in trains, and that example is even more found in the so called wealthier countries, because in Croatia during my inter-rail I definitely remember trains chimneys smoking. Above I mentioned 'directly pollutant' because the production of electricity is still dependent on fuel despite the pleasant and necessary use of 'green electricity'. Hurray for Obama and his will to make a massive bet in renewable energies since he is the President of (once again) the so called number one country in the World. So for this country: with your great power comes a great responsibility (Yes is adapted from Spiderman which is being broadcasted in TVI right now). At least be a decent model.

Not turning this post into political issues but yet making reference to an open discussion in Portugal which is related to TGV I state my humble, simple and non-economical opinion with a bit of a doubt. I stated non-economical because this also could lead to another kinds of discussion due to the huge investment necessary and from where the money should come and comes from... Shorting, I am totally in favour to the TGV construction to place Portugal nearer central Europe or at least Spain, as a non (once again) directly pollutant transporter being a suitable alternative to airline companies (can't talk about low cost which already conquered a nice slice of the airline cake and probably will not be bothered) since a decent comproved study assures a good amount of people flux using such connection to Madrid. Currently only one train leaves Lisbon towards Madrid and I confess it was full when I used it in the summer but it is a night train which took all night, and let's face it, there is only one by day. Today I took my Lisbon-Évora train, and is pretty great. I don't think I necessarily need a TGV to stop in my hometown...

My Morning Song

You know when you wake up in the morning and despite you haven't listen to any song, music or even your neighbour singing in the shower there is a music that rises from the deep of your head/conscience/heart/whatever you may call it... Today I woke up, rubbed my ways, stared to all my bedroom and lived like a zombie until bath time a couple of minutes later. As you feel your body are cleaner, as your soul, from past non beneficial behaviours to your inner being the music starts to flow slowly across your veins and your motto for today is that ... ‘You can’t always get what you want’...

My IAESTE

A couple of months ago I applied to the possibility of running to an internship made available by IASTE. Where IASTE is The International Association for the Exchange of Students for Technical Experience. As the name suggests, it is related with my current professional status since I am still finishing my master degree. The process starts with your interest being shown filling an application informing about your course, your language skills in four different languages I believe, and the possible places where you would like to work. In that time I was astonished with the amount of possibilities. I believe that almost all countries in the world were part of the list. And you even have to choose three options. So my decisions were Luxemburg, Germany and Denmark. Luxemburg was about a girl, Germany because I spend some nice days there and raised my interest and Denmark just for curiosity about the country. Anyway I must repeat that this application is just to inform IAESTE about your interest in participating in a possible internship and concerning my skills, other interested people skills and the total number of interested people, IAESTE Portugal will arrange some jobs here in Portugal as an exchange coin to other jobs in the other countries. Only later (now, in February) a complete list of all internships is made available and you apply again for a specific job competing against whoever is interested. The concept is fair and I confess my enthusiasm when a colleague managed, in the last year, to be selected to an internship in Cambridge. I thought to myself, Sweet! Or maybe, Awesome! And now, as it was presented the list to me, I almost immediately felt the need to write this post. Starting! Only three jobs were made available for electrical engineering students and the locations are absolutely... I don't know exactly the words because it was not totally bad but also because it was not really amazing... they were at least different from what I was expecting. Greece, Thailand and Macau contrast a bit from Luxemburg, Germany and Denmark. At least Greece is in Europe. I mean, Greece and Thailand definitely can seduce me due to all islands and old Greece history, and a totally different culture I would find in Thailand in the other side of the world. But with Macau I only can think about casinos and all that kind of environment. I guess I was right because the job there was something about maintenance of systems in a hotel/casino for first class environments. I can also write about this payment which was around 7 500 MOP. I don't even dare to convert it to Euros in here. I will let you, dear readers, do it. It is not that bad but it is not good So besides Macau I still have the other two opportunities. Next stop Thailand. The job is attractive because is related with electrical energy (my favourite area) and it is specifically to renovate old equipments they use in hydro power plants to have a more efficient operation. The negative side is related by the number of Baht I would receive. And by Baht I mean the currency in Thailand. So I would receive around 7 000 Baht. Does anyone have an idea how much that is? Life in Thailand must be really really really, but really cheap. Anyway concerning only about the job I think this is the most attractive from all three. The last but not the least I present you the Greek job with 160 € for week with and estimated life cost of 640 € for month. Do your math. Following... I must say that this is not the most particular interest in this job. The climax is reached in the job description where I find 'Industrial development of weapons and weapon systems'... What can I say? I know it is a job, probably not as any other because the development of weapons is not necessarily to achieve world peace with no costs... How can they purpose such a job... You can say, it's just a job, but I guess my conscience will always judge if I have made any bad contribution to the world through my professional life, and probably the development of weapons is really high in the top of such things...

My New Drug (seen in GCDR)

From my previous blog I took the liberty to copy my first ever English post and place it in this new web space. So it is not new and fresh and majority of my friends already red it due to my publicity when I produce it. I confess I was proud when I wrote it as a test to my English writing, which is highly helped with web dictionaries and the wise judgment of Microsoft Word (Microsoft haters will now hate me also due to free publicity but guess what; I just don't care about any of that arguing). This post is a reference to a comic TV series I follow and another reason for my huge appreciation was my attempt to a funny writing. Despite not being, and will most probably never be, a masterpiece, I proudly present is this blog 'My New Drug':

Kids I'm going to tell you the story of how I became absolutely dependent of a TV show. You already know the part where my humour is always evolving and in a constant seek for absolutely geniality even touching what is not slightly polite and sometimes possibly offensive but never disregarding my attempts of a true intelligent humour. In truth, my attempt to be awesome! It is not easy to assume my obvious new influence with constant shouted new laughs, exalting the newest most pure and innocent heard joke or the common references to all the new and old episodes trying to bring the major stupid idea to the actual real life, sometimes even singing special Christmas carols out of season because it was the last episode I saw, or even seeing my life through all the characters eyes relying on the slightest opportunity to enounce that exact catchy phrase or that exact thought, reminding all that brand episode where something just in a little way is similar to what happened just now. It is not easy because dependence is brother with pleasure. As laugh is being my addiction, I found my new dealer, with my new drug. No name shall be pronounced and only the wiser and fortunate ones having contact with the pearls of humour are going to drink from this message, despite the outstanding brand mark clues spread along these words. It's kind of a Bro Code. Or attorney-client privilege, I can't talk about it (not Shark)!

My penance started really slowly, with innocence, just zapping on television. I thought: 'I'm just trying to relax and watch some TV'. My first contact was made just like that, never assembling the conversations of some of my friends talking about an hilarious TV show, which name I shall not pronounce (this is also a brand mark quote, but not one of the ones). But after all, it was it. I was never expecting a Portuguese translation to 'Foi assim que aconteceu' was it. But it was… But before the revelation I kept my occasional zapping routine just watching small parts of episodes, when I found them! Never knowing the broadcast day and hours to see full episodes and never having the chance to be a regular spectator. Pity me because everyone can find a TV channel schedule in Internet. But I was just not aware of the true source of knowledge inherent to that series which name I only knew in Portuguese that time, and only watched to small episode fractions, until the match occurred. Same equal characters name, characters described the same, some flashes of what I saw being the same, some of the rare humour pearls I managed to see being the same... and that's how I met the series original name. From that moment on I got high... obviously first started the seek to the original DVD series of all existing seasons ( ;) ) and episodes, and the yes I got high!

For those who are still not convinced after these 40 lines I just can make them to notice that for me, it is considered absolute dependence when among all the dreams in life, among all the feelings needed, among all that it common-sense to be necessary, among everything that in a rational thought makes sense to be a dream, I aspire to shout in the air the-absolutely-newest-something-and-obviously-necessary-thing-because-of-that-extremely-not-rare-event-that-just-happened-five. And then feel...

feel in that precise time...

that that precise moment in my life...

and in the lives of all people involved...

that precise moment...

has become legen...

 

 

…dary!!

My Ideas

Why are ideas important? How they influence you in your life and how stupid they can turn you into? Many different types of ideas you can find wherever you go and everyone, men or women, always show some interest at their own way. Ideas can rock your world or can make it miserable. Some ideas are good, sweet, others less good, or bad or even awful. But I guess that depends on each one. What you think is a good idea I can have another opinion. It is related with feeling. But with high probability a pretty good idea is always a pretty good idea. A good idea is always desirable than a bad idea. Some ideas you like, some ideas you don't. Some can draw your attention and others just make you laugh, despite it can be offensive. With some you may think "I would definitely do this one" and others are just to dream about because it is impossible to work it out. Ideas can be poor or make you happy, can make you think differently or help you to be better. Ideas where you spend money, ideas that make you sweat and ideas that make you think you are not that good. If there is that great idea you want to do, and you do it, that is when you reach a goal. Ideas can mean trouble and many ideas can mean many trouble. Ideas can be tricky or joyful, funny or lame, but without ideas our civilizations would never developed until today and continue to develop towards the future… Long live to ideas…

My Buddy Wall-E

In an annoying and boring day, exception made for Benfica and its new old striker Pedro Mantorras in last match (1-0 against Rio Ave), I see myself in a miserable situation seated alone at home in a Saturday night watching crappy television and surfing on the internet and also having this huge need to talk with someone to feel less awful. While on this fed up situation I had an absolutely brilliant idea to search for Wall-E stuff on YouTube. That little fellow is probably one of my favourite characters in actual movies. Also the movie is called Wall-E as its rising star. My friends, they know my opinion about the movie, for those who do not know it, I think they now are becoming enlighten. Wall-E is just one of the best movies I have ever seen. Probably most of you, dear readers, eared something about Wall-E. At least that it’s a Disney/Pixar movie. Or it’s an animation. Wall-E is just a little robot which is programmed to make cubes of trash. He is alone on Earth due to humans and their lack of sense with some environmental issues. As much as I wanted to describe here the entire movie (it would also depend on my skills to do it) I do not want to remove all the mysteries, charming developments and peculiar characteristics of the movie, and obviously also the little guy super funny qualities, for those who did not seen it yet. Let me just add that is highly probable for you to wish to have a Wall-E as a friend. You may be thinking that I am too sentimental or even you might call me girly but as far as I am concerned, the robot is totally lovable.

To prove my point, or at least trying to prove it I present a little video that I watched on YouTube during my seek for a better day where you could meet Wall-E and a couple of his friends. This is not new and some of the clips were used to promote the movie last summer...
Just delightful...