By not being exactly a teenager anymore, I’m not quite in on the "scene", and typically don’t follow the music trends too well, so I found myself not being introduced to new music. One day I met Pandora Radio. All I can say is that I’m hooked.
Pandora Radio is built on the concept that you enter the name of a song or artist that you like, and it sends that information back to it’s computer brain – which builds a playlist of songs that have similar musical elements to the songs that you indicated that you liked to begin with.
Where it gets interesting and addictive, is that when these new songs play, you are given controls to say whether or not you like a song. If you like it, it gets the thumbs up icon, and keeps playing. If you don’t like it, it gets the thumbs down, and is skipped. So during your listening, the Pandora brain just keeps figuring out the type of music and artists that you like to listen to. After a while, I’m finding that almost every thing that gets played, I like.
I started using this to find new music, but I was pleasantly surprised to start hearing songs and artists that I had forgotten about and others I never heard of. As they came up, I added them to my channel, and every day I’m finding new and interesting music, completely personalized just for me!
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
The nominees this year... & the winner is...
Darwin Awards are an annual honor given to the person who killed themselves on acts of unbelievable stupidity which end up permanently removing the perpetrators from the gene pool.
Last year's winner was 19-year-old Christopher, who stabbed himself to dead to blame the neighbor, wonderful "i"deer!!! Bad luck his deathbed accusation of his neighbor failed, as a witness confirmed that the neighbor was not in the apartment... Bwahahah!
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Worldwide News
For those like me addicted to news here's a site you can't miss, The Museum of News! Alongside other things you can find worldwide Newspaper front pages. There's no excuse anymore not to be up to date! Enjoy!
Friday, January 05, 2007
What is the meaning of life?
Throughout history, people have wondered about life. In Douglas Adams’ book The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, a race of extremely intelligent beings decided to answer the Ultimate Question:
What is the meaning of life?
They were getting fed up. They were getting so fed up with the constant bickering about the meaning of life, which used to interrupt their favorite pastime of Brockian Ultra Cricket (a curious game which involved suddenly hitting people for no readily apparent reason and then running away), that they decided to sit down and solve their problems once and for all. And to this end they built themselves a stupendous super computer which was so amazingly intelligent that even before its data banks had been connected up it had started from I think therefore I am and got as far as deducing the existence of income tax before anyone managed to turn it off.
On the day of the Great On-Turning two programmers with briefcases arrived and were shown into the office where the computer was located. They were aware that this day they would represent their entire race in its greatest moment, but they conducted themselves calmly. Their names were Lunkwill and Fook. Lunkwill leaned forward and touched a small black panel. The subtlest of hums indicated that the massive computer was now in total active mode. After a pause it spoke to them.
"What is this great task for which I, Deep Thought, the greatest computer in the Universe of Time and Space, have been called into existence?"
"O Deep Thought, the task we have designed you to perform is this. We want you to tell us... the Answer!"
"The Answer? To what?"
"Life!"
"The Universe!"
"Everything!"
Deep Thought paused for a moment’s reflection.
"Tricky."
"But can you do it?"
"Yes, but I’ll need time to think about it."
Suddenly, the door flew open and two angry men wearing the uniforms of the Cruxwan University burst into the room.
"We demand admission!"
"Come on, you can’t keep us out!"
"Who are you? And what do you want?"
"I am Majikthise!"
"And I demand that I am Vroomfondel!"
"It’s all right, you don’t need to demand that."
"Oh, sorry. I am Vroomfondel, and that is a solid fact. What we demand is solid facts!"
"No, we don’t! That is precisely what we don’t demand!"
"We don’t demand solid facts! We demand a total absence of solid facts! I demand that I may or may not be Vroomfondel!"
"But who the devil are you?"
"We are philosophers."
"Though we may not be."
"We are. We are from the Union of Philosophers, and we want this machine off right now!"
"What’s the problem?"
"Demarcation! Under law the Quest for Ultimate Truth is our job. Any machine that goes and actually finds it and we’re out of a job. I mean, what’s the use of out sitting up half the night arguing that there may or may not be a God if this machine only goes and gives you His phone number the next morning?!"
"That’s right. We demand rigidly defined areas of doubt and uncertainty!"
"Might I make an observation at this point! All I wanted to say is that right now, my circuits are committed to calculating the answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe and Everything. But the programs will take me a little while to run."
Fook glanced at his watch.
"How long?"
"Seven and a half million years."
"What?!"
"I said I needed time to think about it. Besides, this is the best thing that could happen to the philosophers. This is bound to create an enormous amount of popular publicity for the whole area of philosophy in general and the philosophers have all that time to develop their own theories on what answer I’m going to come up with. They’ll be getting so much media attention. Just as long as you guys can keep disagreeing with each other, you can keep yourselves on the gravy train for life. How does that sound?"
The two philosophers gaped at him.
"Now that is what I call thinking. Vroomfondel, why do we never think of things like that?"
"Dunno, think out brains must be too highly trained."
So they turned and walked out of the door and into a life-style beyond their wildest dreams.
Seven and a half million years later, two philosophers, Loonquawl and Phouchg, were sitting in that very office, waiting for the answer. They were quite nervous.
"Good morning."
"Er... good morning, O Deep Thought. Do you have... er, that is..."
"The Answer? Yes, I have. Though, I don’t think you’re going to like it."
"Doesn’t matter! We must know."
"All right. You’re really not going like it."
"Tell us!"
"All right. The Answer to the Great Question of Life is..."
"Yes..!"
"Is.."
"Yes!!"
"Forty-two."
"That’s it?!"
"Yes."
"Is that what you have to show for seven and a half million years’ work?!"
"I checked it very thoroughly. But the problem is, we never really knew the question."
"Yes we did. It was the Ultimate Question!"
"But what exactly is it?"
"It’s, you know, everything... everything, you know?"
"Once you know the question the answer will make sense."
"Well, can you find out the question?"
"Hmmm... Tricky."
"Can you?"
"Yes, but it will take time."
The men groaned. "How long?"
"Ten million years."
"No, that will be quite all right."
Then, Phouchg shut off Deep Thought.
"We haven’t got time for this. We’ll just have to think of a question ourselves."
"But what?"
"Hmmm.. How about What’s yellow and dangerous??"
"No. Doesn’t fit the answer. What about What do get when you multiply six by seven??"
"Too factual. Wouldn’t sustain their interest. Here’s a thought. How many roads must a man walk down?"
"Aha. Now that does sound promising. Sounds very significant without actually tying you down to meaning anything at all. How many roads must a man walk down? Forty-two. Excellent. We are made!"
- The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
What is the meaning of life?
They were getting fed up. They were getting so fed up with the constant bickering about the meaning of life, which used to interrupt their favorite pastime of Brockian Ultra Cricket (a curious game which involved suddenly hitting people for no readily apparent reason and then running away), that they decided to sit down and solve their problems once and for all. And to this end they built themselves a stupendous super computer which was so amazingly intelligent that even before its data banks had been connected up it had started from I think therefore I am and got as far as deducing the existence of income tax before anyone managed to turn it off.
On the day of the Great On-Turning two programmers with briefcases arrived and were shown into the office where the computer was located. They were aware that this day they would represent their entire race in its greatest moment, but they conducted themselves calmly. Their names were Lunkwill and Fook. Lunkwill leaned forward and touched a small black panel. The subtlest of hums indicated that the massive computer was now in total active mode. After a pause it spoke to them.
"What is this great task for which I, Deep Thought, the greatest computer in the Universe of Time and Space, have been called into existence?"
"O Deep Thought, the task we have designed you to perform is this. We want you to tell us... the Answer!"
"The Answer? To what?"
"Life!"
"The Universe!"
"Everything!"
Deep Thought paused for a moment’s reflection.
"Tricky."
"But can you do it?"
"Yes, but I’ll need time to think about it."
Suddenly, the door flew open and two angry men wearing the uniforms of the Cruxwan University burst into the room.
"We demand admission!"
"Come on, you can’t keep us out!"
"Who are you? And what do you want?"
"I am Majikthise!"
"And I demand that I am Vroomfondel!"
"It’s all right, you don’t need to demand that."
"Oh, sorry. I am Vroomfondel, and that is a solid fact. What we demand is solid facts!"
"No, we don’t! That is precisely what we don’t demand!"
"We don’t demand solid facts! We demand a total absence of solid facts! I demand that I may or may not be Vroomfondel!"
"But who the devil are you?"
"We are philosophers."
"Though we may not be."
"We are. We are from the Union of Philosophers, and we want this machine off right now!"
"What’s the problem?"
"Demarcation! Under law the Quest for Ultimate Truth is our job. Any machine that goes and actually finds it and we’re out of a job. I mean, what’s the use of out sitting up half the night arguing that there may or may not be a God if this machine only goes and gives you His phone number the next morning?!"
"That’s right. We demand rigidly defined areas of doubt and uncertainty!"
"Might I make an observation at this point! All I wanted to say is that right now, my circuits are committed to calculating the answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe and Everything. But the programs will take me a little while to run."
Fook glanced at his watch.
"How long?"
"Seven and a half million years."
"What?!"
"I said I needed time to think about it. Besides, this is the best thing that could happen to the philosophers. This is bound to create an enormous amount of popular publicity for the whole area of philosophy in general and the philosophers have all that time to develop their own theories on what answer I’m going to come up with. They’ll be getting so much media attention. Just as long as you guys can keep disagreeing with each other, you can keep yourselves on the gravy train for life. How does that sound?"
The two philosophers gaped at him.
"Now that is what I call thinking. Vroomfondel, why do we never think of things like that?"
"Dunno, think out brains must be too highly trained."
So they turned and walked out of the door and into a life-style beyond their wildest dreams.
Seven and a half million years later, two philosophers, Loonquawl and Phouchg, were sitting in that very office, waiting for the answer. They were quite nervous.
"Good morning."
"Er... good morning, O Deep Thought. Do you have... er, that is..."
"The Answer? Yes, I have. Though, I don’t think you’re going to like it."
"Doesn’t matter! We must know."
"All right. You’re really not going like it."
"Tell us!"
"All right. The Answer to the Great Question of Life is..."
"Yes..!"
"Is.."
"Yes!!"
"Forty-two."
"That’s it?!"
"Yes."
"Is that what you have to show for seven and a half million years’ work?!"
"I checked it very thoroughly. But the problem is, we never really knew the question."
"Yes we did. It was the Ultimate Question!"
"But what exactly is it?"
"It’s, you know, everything... everything, you know?"
"Once you know the question the answer will make sense."
"Well, can you find out the question?"
"Hmmm... Tricky."
"Can you?"
"Yes, but it will take time."
The men groaned. "How long?"
"Ten million years."
"No, that will be quite all right."
Then, Phouchg shut off Deep Thought.
"We haven’t got time for this. We’ll just have to think of a question ourselves."
"But what?"
"Hmmm.. How about What’s yellow and dangerous??"
"No. Doesn’t fit the answer. What about What do get when you multiply six by seven??"
"Too factual. Wouldn’t sustain their interest. Here’s a thought. How many roads must a man walk down?"
"Aha. Now that does sound promising. Sounds very significant without actually tying you down to meaning anything at all. How many roads must a man walk down? Forty-two. Excellent. We are made!"
- The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Selfishness
Today when I woke up I was feeling really great, so much that I felt like saying it to the ones I love, and that's what I did. But that feeling didn't last long, all of a sudden, just a small sentence was enough to make me come down to earth again.
When at first I started blogging, It was always my intention never to write personal matters here, blogging must not be some teenager "Adrian's Mole Diary", but that doesn't necessarily mean I can't do it, after all, this his my blog, isn't it?!?
I always repressed myself and how I felt because I didn't wanted to hurt "the Others", but did "the other" ever cared about "How I felt"? I suppose mostly not, nobody cares, as far as I'm "perfect" and "look happy", otherwise I'm doing it on purpose to annoy them!
Anyways, then I went to shopping center on lunch time and bought some "Foam Bath" and that will make my day better. That is it.
So long and thanks for all the fish!
So long, and thanks for all the fish
So sad that it should come to this
We tried to warn you all, but, oh, dear
You may not share out intellect
Which might explain your disrespect
For all the natural wonders that grow around you
So long, so long, and thanks for all the fish!
The world's about to be destroyed
There's no point getting all annoyed
Lie back and let the planet dissolve around you
Despite those nets of tuna fleets
We thought that most of you were sweet
Especially tiny tots and your pregnant women
So long, so long, so long, so long, so long!
So long, so long, so long, so long, so long!
So long, so long, and thanks for all the fish!
If I had just one last wish
I would like a tasty fish!
If we could just change one thing
We would all have learn to sing!
Come one and all
Man and mammal
Side by side
In life's great gene pool!
So long, so long, so long, so long, so long
So long, so long, so long, so long
So long, so long and thanks for all the fish!
- The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
So sad that it should come to this
We tried to warn you all, but, oh, dear
You may not share out intellect
Which might explain your disrespect
For all the natural wonders that grow around you
So long, so long, and thanks for all the fish!
The world's about to be destroyed
There's no point getting all annoyed
Lie back and let the planet dissolve around you
Despite those nets of tuna fleets
We thought that most of you were sweet
Especially tiny tots and your pregnant women
So long, so long, so long, so long, so long!
So long, so long, so long, so long, so long!
So long, so long, and thanks for all the fish!
If I had just one last wish
I would like a tasty fish!
If we could just change one thing
We would all have learn to sing!
Come one and all
Man and mammal
Side by side
In life's great gene pool!
So long, so long, so long, so long, so long
So long, so long, so long, so long
So long, so long and thanks for all the fish!
- The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Thursday, December 28, 2006
I really wish I'd listened to what my mother told me...!
"You know," said Arthur, "it's at times like this, when I'm trapped in a Vogon airlock with a man from Betelgeuse, and about to die of asphyxiation in deep space, that I really wish I'd listened to what my mother told me when I was young."
"Why, what did she tell you?"
"I don't know, I didn't listen."
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
The Babel fish and his role on God's existence
Since a couple of days I started listening to The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, yes "listening" :) Audiobook, the complete radio series! It is a great way to make traffic jams a pleasant thing! I don't have that problem often, since I live nearby my office, but now I'm not afraid of traffic jams any longer, even though I don't have them, who cares?! :-D
Now, let's just pick some valuable learning from the Douglas Adams series, the Babel fish and is remarkable value!
"The Babel fish," said The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy quietly, "is small, yellow and leech-like, and probably the oddest thing in the Universe. It feeds on brainwave energy not from its carrier but from those around it. It absorbs all unconscious mental frequencies from this brainwave energy to nourish itself with. It then excretes into the mind of its carrier a telepathic matrix formed by combining the conscious thought frequencies with nerve signals picked up from the speech centres of the brain which has supplied them. The practical upshot of all this is that if you stick a Babel fish in your ear you can instantly understand anything said to you in any form of language. The speech patterns you actually hear decode the brainwave matrix which has been fed into your mind by your Babel fish. "Now it is such a bizarrely improbable coincidence that anything so mindboggingly useful could have evolved purely by chance that some thinkers have chosen to see it as the final and clinching proof of the non-existence of God. "The argument goes something like this: 'I refuse to prove that I exist,' says God, 'for proof denies faith, and without faith I am nothing.' "'But,' says Man, 'The Babel fish is a dead giveaway, isn't it? It could not have evolved by chance. It proves you exist, and so therefore, by your own arguments, you don't. QED.' "'Oh dear,' says God, 'I hadn't thought of that,' and promptly vanished in a puff of logic. "'Oh, that was easy,' says Man, and for an encore goes on to prove that black is white and gets himself killed on the next zebra crossing. "Most leading theologians claim that this argument is a load of dingo's kidneys, but that didn't stop Oolon Colluphid making a small fortune when he used it as the central theme of his best- selling book Well That About Wraps It Up For God. "Meanwhile, the poor Babel fish, by effectively removing all barriers to communication between different races and cultures, has caused more and bloodier wars than anything else in the history of creation."
Now, let's just pick some valuable learning from the Douglas Adams series, the Babel fish and is remarkable value!
"The Babel fish," said The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy quietly, "is small, yellow and leech-like, and probably the oddest thing in the Universe. It feeds on brainwave energy not from its carrier but from those around it. It absorbs all unconscious mental frequencies from this brainwave energy to nourish itself with. It then excretes into the mind of its carrier a telepathic matrix formed by combining the conscious thought frequencies with nerve signals picked up from the speech centres of the brain which has supplied them. The practical upshot of all this is that if you stick a Babel fish in your ear you can instantly understand anything said to you in any form of language. The speech patterns you actually hear decode the brainwave matrix which has been fed into your mind by your Babel fish. "Now it is such a bizarrely improbable coincidence that anything so mindboggingly useful could have evolved purely by chance that some thinkers have chosen to see it as the final and clinching proof of the non-existence of God. "The argument goes something like this: 'I refuse to prove that I exist,' says God, 'for proof denies faith, and without faith I am nothing.' "'But,' says Man, 'The Babel fish is a dead giveaway, isn't it? It could not have evolved by chance. It proves you exist, and so therefore, by your own arguments, you don't. QED.' "'Oh dear,' says God, 'I hadn't thought of that,' and promptly vanished in a puff of logic. "'Oh, that was easy,' says Man, and for an encore goes on to prove that black is white and gets himself killed on the next zebra crossing. "Most leading theologians claim that this argument is a load of dingo's kidneys, but that didn't stop Oolon Colluphid making a small fortune when he used it as the central theme of his best- selling book Well That About Wraps It Up For God. "Meanwhile, the poor Babel fish, by effectively removing all barriers to communication between different races and cultures, has caused more and bloodier wars than anything else in the history of creation."
Really?!?
Really! They must! I even had to use a screwdriver to unpack one of my son Christmas toys! It was tied with tie racks and had screws holding it to the box!!! How's a child supposed to unpack his own presents like that???
Monday, November 27, 2006
All I really need to know about how to live and what to do and how to be, I learned in kindergarten
Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate school mountain, but there in the sandpile at Sunday School.
These are the things that I learned:
Share everything
Play fair
Don't hit people
Put things back where you found them
Clean up your mess
Don't take things that aren't yours
Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody
Wash your hands before you eat Flush
Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you
Live a balanced life; learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some
Take a nap every afternoon
When you go out into the world, watch out for traffic, hold hands, and stick together
Be aware of wonder
Remember the little seed in the Styrofoam cup ;
The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that.
Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup They all die So do we
And then remember the Dick and Jane books and the first word you learned the biggest word of all
LOOK
Everything you need to know is in there somewhere
The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation
Ecology and politics and equality and sane living
Take any one of those items and extrapolate it into sophisticated adult terms and apply it to your family life or work or your government or your world and it holds true and clear and firm
Think what a better world it would be if we all - the whole world - had cookies and milk about three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down with our blankies for a nap.
Or if all the governments had as a basic policy to always put things back where they found them and to clean up their own mess.
And it is still true, no matter how old you are... when you go out into the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together
- Robert Fulghum
These are the things that I learned:
Share everything
Play fair
Don't hit people
Put things back where you found them
Clean up your mess
Don't take things that aren't yours
Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody
Wash your hands before you eat Flush
Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you
Live a balanced life; learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some
Take a nap every afternoon
When you go out into the world, watch out for traffic, hold hands, and stick together
Be aware of wonder
Remember the little seed in the Styrofoam cup ;
The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that.
Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup They all die So do we
And then remember the Dick and Jane books and the first word you learned the biggest word of all
LOOK
Everything you need to know is in there somewhere
The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation
Ecology and politics and equality and sane living
Take any one of those items and extrapolate it into sophisticated adult terms and apply it to your family life or work or your government or your world and it holds true and clear and firm
Think what a better world it would be if we all - the whole world - had cookies and milk about three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down with our blankies for a nap.
Or if all the governments had as a basic policy to always put things back where they found them and to clean up their own mess.
And it is still true, no matter how old you are... when you go out into the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together
- Robert Fulghum
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Jump...
There's only so much you can learn in one place
The more that I wait, the more time that I waste
I haven't got much time to waste, it's time to make my way
I'm not afraid of what I'll face, but I'm afraid to stay
I'm going down my own road and I can make it alone
I'll work and I'll fight, Till I find a place of my own
Are you ready to jump?
Get ready to jump
Don't ever look back, oh baby,
Yes, I'm ready to jump
Just take my hands
Get ready to jump
We learned our lesson from the start, my sisters and me
The only thing you can depend on is your family
And life's gonna drop you down like the limbs of a tree
It sways and it swings and it bends until it makes you see
Are you ready to jump?
Get ready to jump
Don't ever look back, oh baby
Yes, I'm ready to jump
Just take my hands
Get ready to, are you ready?
(Spoken:)
There's only so much you can learn in one place
The more that you wait, the more time that you waste
I'll work and I'll fight till I find a place of my own
It sways and it swings and it bends until you make it your own
I can make it alone(my sisters and me) (repeat 7x)
Are you ready to jump?
Get ready to jump
Don't ever look back, oh baby
Yes, I'm ready to jump
Just take my hands
Get ready to jump
Are you ready to jump?
Get ready to jump
Don't ever look back, oh baby
Yes, I'm ready to jump
Just take my hands
Get ready to, are you ready?
by Madonna
The more that I wait, the more time that I waste
I haven't got much time to waste, it's time to make my way
I'm not afraid of what I'll face, but I'm afraid to stay
I'm going down my own road and I can make it alone
I'll work and I'll fight, Till I find a place of my own
Are you ready to jump?
Get ready to jump
Don't ever look back, oh baby,
Yes, I'm ready to jump
Just take my hands
Get ready to jump
We learned our lesson from the start, my sisters and me
The only thing you can depend on is your family
And life's gonna drop you down like the limbs of a tree
It sways and it swings and it bends until it makes you see
Are you ready to jump?
Get ready to jump
Don't ever look back, oh baby
Yes, I'm ready to jump
Just take my hands
Get ready to, are you ready?
(Spoken:)
There's only so much you can learn in one place
The more that you wait, the more time that you waste
I'll work and I'll fight till I find a place of my own
It sways and it swings and it bends until you make it your own
I can make it alone(my sisters and me) (repeat 7x)
Are you ready to jump?
Get ready to jump
Don't ever look back, oh baby
Yes, I'm ready to jump
Just take my hands
Get ready to jump
Are you ready to jump?
Get ready to jump
Don't ever look back, oh baby
Yes, I'm ready to jump
Just take my hands
Get ready to, are you ready?
by Madonna
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Supernatural
The supernatural is the natural not yet understood.
- Elbert Hubbard
Men has always seek for explanation to everything that surrounds him, whenever not able to accomplish, he would find a supernatural way to do it.
This was the dogma that leaded to religion, magic and other, and still persists, one cannot admit not to explain everything, so if it isn't possible by logics and experimental, we will do it by any other means, whatever it takes.
Where does religion go here? In the need to believe tat something or someone above us is able to explain everything!
I was educated in catholics and I still consider myself as one, although I question so many of its premises that I question if I can still count myself on it or I should go more for spiritual but not religious.Once I also had that need for explaining and understanding everything, but I almost ran crazy when thinking about the "end of the universe", yes, I did think about it for a long time and it was driving me mad.
If I'd go "straight" all the time long, what would I find? I mean, I know that there are other galaxies, and behind those, other stars, and other, and other... and then?!? where does it end? and if it does end, then what's after?!? A GOD would help here!
You see why we still need Supernatural...? or else, we do need to continue seeking... on and on...
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Quotes, Quotes, Quotes... :)
I know there is a lot of quotes and citations blogs already, but this one is special because I am one of the contributers :) the other is my dearest Dehumanizer and all the technical side as well as revising is on him.
Hope you enjoy our selection!
Hope you enjoy our selection!
Drown me in your light...
I've had battles with the devil
And it's left a scar or two
Why do i forget my troubles
Whenever I'm with you
Like an angel
Are you an angel
You have saved my heart
And you play your part
Like an angel to me
Yes i met you on my darkest day
When my world turned cold as ice
You lit my cigarette
And you took me away
It felt like paradise
Like an angel
A real angel
Drown me in your light
Take me through the night
You're an angel
I have fallen
From the dark above
Into the arms of love
You're an angel - to me
- Doro Like an Angel
And it's left a scar or two
Why do i forget my troubles
Whenever I'm with you
Like an angel
Are you an angel
You have saved my heart
And you play your part
Like an angel to me
Yes i met you on my darkest day
When my world turned cold as ice
You lit my cigarette
And you took me away
It felt like paradise
Like an angel
A real angel
Drown me in your light
Take me through the night
You're an angel
I have fallen
From the dark above
Into the arms of love
You're an angel - to me
- Doro Like an Angel
Do you Love ME?
Didn't They Tell You The Way That It's Gonna Be
You Asked God For A Woman And Ended Up With Me
Maybe I'll Love You, Maybe I'll Pull You Apart
We Live In Darkness I've Pulled You Into My Friend
There's No Escaping This Hell That I've Put You In
You Must Forgive Me But Loving Me Is A Sin
Are You Ready For Me
Do You Love Me In Black
I Will Push You Away
Then Make You Come Back
I Can Make You Feel Love
I Can Be So Detached
Do You Really Want Me
Do You Love Me In Black
When I First Met You I Thought There Was A Mistake
How Could You Want Me, You Made Such Easy Prey
Didn't They Teach You Loving Is Nothing But Pain
What Do You See When You Look In My Eyes
A Sea Of Blue, A Place Where Your Heart Could Lie
Where It Could Drown, Where It Will Never Survive
Are You Ready For Me
Do You Love Me In Black
I Will Push You Away
Then Make You Come Back
I Can Make You Feel Love
I Can Be So Detached
Do You Really Want Me
Do You Love Me In Black
I Keep Reliving The Moment We Said Goodbye
You Didn't Kiss Me, You Didn't Even Try
You Said I Made Me Feel Like You Were Barely Alive
In Another Lifetime Maybe Another Place
Maybe I'll Find You, I Could Be Tempted By Fate
And Try To Reach With Too Little Kindness Too Late
Are You Ready For Me
Do You Love Me In Black
I Will Push You Away
Then Make You Come Back
I Can Make You Feel Love
I Can Be So Detached
Do You Really Want Me
Do You Love Me In Black
- Doro LOVE ME IN BLACK
You Asked God For A Woman And Ended Up With Me
Maybe I'll Love You, Maybe I'll Pull You Apart
We Live In Darkness I've Pulled You Into My Friend
There's No Escaping This Hell That I've Put You In
You Must Forgive Me But Loving Me Is A Sin
Are You Ready For Me
Do You Love Me In Black
I Will Push You Away
Then Make You Come Back
I Can Make You Feel Love
I Can Be So Detached
Do You Really Want Me
Do You Love Me In Black
When I First Met You I Thought There Was A Mistake
How Could You Want Me, You Made Such Easy Prey
Didn't They Teach You Loving Is Nothing But Pain
What Do You See When You Look In My Eyes
A Sea Of Blue, A Place Where Your Heart Could Lie
Where It Could Drown, Where It Will Never Survive
Are You Ready For Me
Do You Love Me In Black
I Will Push You Away
Then Make You Come Back
I Can Make You Feel Love
I Can Be So Detached
Do You Really Want Me
Do You Love Me In Black
I Keep Reliving The Moment We Said Goodbye
You Didn't Kiss Me, You Didn't Even Try
You Said I Made Me Feel Like You Were Barely Alive
In Another Lifetime Maybe Another Place
Maybe I'll Find You, I Could Be Tempted By Fate
And Try To Reach With Too Little Kindness Too Late
Are You Ready For Me
Do You Love Me In Black
I Will Push You Away
Then Make You Come Back
I Can Make You Feel Love
I Can Be So Detached
Do You Really Want Me
Do You Love Me In Black
- Doro LOVE ME IN BLACK
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Proud Mama :)
As a proud mama I couldn't let it pass without showing of myself and my baby on Zélia's blog :) some months ago... :-S
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Kim wild is back... on track!
The difference between me and her is that she looks exactly the same as 20 years ago! I wonder if she also wakes up perfectly make up like movie stars! :-D
The new album is named “Never say Never” and I completely agree… So many thinks I said I wouldn’t and… :-S
Don't let your dreams escape / The future's ours to shape
World in perfect harmony (Kim Wilde)
Keep Me Hanging On...
Set me free, why don't you babe?
get out my life, why don't you babe?
'cause you don't really love me
you just keep me hanging on
Set me free, why don't you babe?
get out my life, why don't you babe?
'cause you don't really need me
but you keep me hanging on
Why do you keep a-comin' around
playing with my heart
why don't you get out of my life
and let me make a brand new start
let me get over you
the way you've gotten over me, yeah
Set me free, why don't you babe?
get out my life, why don't you babe?
'cause you don't really love me
you just keep me hanging on
now you don't really need me
you just keep me hanging on
You say although we broke
you still just wanna be friends
but how can we still be friends
when seeing you only breaks my heart again
and there ain't nothing I can do about it...
Get out, get out of my life
and let me sleep at night
'cause you don't really love me
you just keep me hanging on
You say you still care for me
but your heart and soul needs to be free
now that you've got your freedom
you wanna still hold on to me
you don't want me for yourself
so let me find somebody else
Why don't you be a man about it and set me free
now you don't care a thing about me
you're just using me
get out, get out of my life
and let me sleep at night
'cause you don't really love me
you just keep me hanging on
'Cause you don't really need me
you just keep me hanging on
Kim Wilde
get out my life, why don't you babe?
'cause you don't really love me
you just keep me hanging on
Set me free, why don't you babe?
get out my life, why don't you babe?
'cause you don't really need me
but you keep me hanging on
Why do you keep a-comin' around
playing with my heart
why don't you get out of my life
and let me make a brand new start
let me get over you
the way you've gotten over me, yeah
Set me free, why don't you babe?
get out my life, why don't you babe?
'cause you don't really love me
you just keep me hanging on
now you don't really need me
you just keep me hanging on
You say although we broke
you still just wanna be friends
but how can we still be friends
when seeing you only breaks my heart again
and there ain't nothing I can do about it...
Get out, get out of my life
and let me sleep at night
'cause you don't really love me
you just keep me hanging on
You say you still care for me
but your heart and soul needs to be free
now that you've got your freedom
you wanna still hold on to me
you don't want me for yourself
so let me find somebody else
Why don't you be a man about it and set me free
now you don't care a thing about me
you're just using me
get out, get out of my life
and let me sleep at night
'cause you don't really love me
you just keep me hanging on
'Cause you don't really need me
you just keep me hanging on
Kim Wilde
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Today is my birthday... And I get one every year!
In the morning I wake up
And in the night I sleep
Since the day that I was born
Repeat, repeat, repeat
Brought to this life
Born to this life
Where was I before?
Non-existent? Not at all?
Will I ever know?
Today is my birthday
And I get one every year
And some day...
Hard to believe
But I'll be buried six feet underground
Subconsciously motivated natural instinct
Alter nature for the pleasure
Orthocycline
Flirt with conception
Slow the cycle
Will the baby grow?
Social tradition interference
Control, control, control
Today is my birthday
And I get one every year
And some day...
Hard to believe
But I'll be buried six feet underground
I'll be dead and gone, no longer around
Spinning, spinning
Before I can recall
All the unknown chemicals
Control the cycle
The successive generations
From dust to dust
Burying my grandma
Then give birth to my own daughter
Today is my birthday
And I get one every year
And some day...
Hard to believe
But I'll be buried six feet underground
Today is my birthday
And I get one every year
And some day...
Hard to believe
But I'll be buried six feet underground
I'll be dead and gone, no longer around
I'll be buried six feet underground
No Doubt - Six Feet Under
And in the night I sleep
Since the day that I was born
Repeat, repeat, repeat
Brought to this life
Born to this life
Where was I before?
Non-existent? Not at all?
Will I ever know?
Today is my birthday
And I get one every year
And some day...
Hard to believe
But I'll be buried six feet underground
Subconsciously motivated natural instinct
Alter nature for the pleasure
Orthocycline
Flirt with conception
Slow the cycle
Will the baby grow?
Social tradition interference
Control, control, control
Today is my birthday
And I get one every year
And some day...
Hard to believe
But I'll be buried six feet underground
I'll be dead and gone, no longer around
Spinning, spinning
Before I can recall
All the unknown chemicals
Control the cycle
The successive generations
From dust to dust
Burying my grandma
Then give birth to my own daughter
Today is my birthday
And I get one every year
And some day...
Hard to believe
But I'll be buried six feet underground
Today is my birthday
And I get one every year
And some day...
Hard to believe
But I'll be buried six feet underground
I'll be dead and gone, no longer around
I'll be buried six feet underground
No Doubt - Six Feet Under
Monday, September 18, 2006
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