2009/05/23
Just feeling like... The Story / Brandi Carlile
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
And baby I broke them all for you
Oh because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do and I was made for you
You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
Oh but these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
Oh yeah and its true, that I was made for you
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
And baby I broke them all for you
Oh because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do and I was made for you
You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
Oh but these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
Oh yeah and its true, that I was made for you
2009/05/21
Só para dizer que...
... hoje é dia da espiga!
... hoje é dia da espiga!
2009/05/14
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Dói-me a garganta. Não tenho fome. Tenho os olhos pesados. Estou definitivamente constipada.
Estou triste...
2009/05/13
Telegráfica...
O dia correu bem. O programa da reunião está quase definido, o percurso do passeio também, só falta encontrar um sítio para almoço decente e barato. Compensou o travesseiro de Sintra. Estou constipada.
2009/05/12
Anotações à margem...
O tempo não se decide se é Primavera, Verão ou ainda Inverno e continua a chover e a fazer Sol, não necessariamente por esta ordem...
As compras não correram nada bem. Parece que os tamanhos grandes, quando existem, ou são pavorosos, ou são demasiado caros para a bolsa comum...
Apesar de tudo, na Baixa, os jacarandás começaram a florir... se a chuva não estragar tudo, em breve o Rossio vai estar azul...
2009/05/11
Blooming...
2009/05/06
Anotação à margem...
Tenho plena consciência de que ando novamente a ficar desmotivada com o trabalho. A quantidade de trabalho aumenta e aumenta, sem haver uma defesa convincente das nossas já saturadas funções. As expectativas, per se, já não são grande coisa, mas é quando sai a avaliação que dá para perceber que no final das contas é sempre mais valorizado aquele que, cheio de nhe-nhe-nhes, anda sempre a mostrar preocupação com tudo e a oferecer-se para fazer de tudo, mas a quem temos de corrigir e finalizar o trabalho, repetir mil vezes como são feitas as coisas, por vezes em detrimento do nosso próprio trabalho. Não sei quem vai ser o primeiro a rebentar... mas os balões começam a encher em demasia...
2009/05/03
On screen...
E o vencedor de hoje foi...
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Australia!
Numa palavra... estrondoso!
