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You Know You're Portuguese When...

Posted by Lancaerie on Wednesday, August 16, 2006 in




You Know You're Portuguese When....


Your mother or grandmother has Maria in her name.

You have a rooster napkin holder.

Your father or grandfather is called Manuel, Jose, Antonio, or Joao.

You have crocheted doilies on your kitchen counters, dining room, living room, bedroom--on all your tables.

You decorate your walls with plates.

Your house is a mini church with just as may statues of saints and Jesus as your church itself.

You're 25 and still living with your parents. (Extra points if you're married and living with your spouse in your parent's house)

You warn other drivers of police on the highway by flashing your lights, even though one of the drivers might have just robbed a bank.

You baptize your child and send him to catechism even though you might never go to church except for weddings and funerals.

You think all university graduates should be called "Doutor" and like to be called so if you are one of the chosen few who have managed to finish college.

You park on the sidewalk when necessary, even asking the person standing there to please move away.

You have a mobile phone and spend a small fortune on it, but think twice about going to the dentist.

You have a mother or grandmother who wears black.

You spend your holidays in Spain instead of in Portugal because it is cheaper.

If you are a woman, you have been to see a "curandeiro" (healer) or have had your fortune told.

You insist you wouldn't be caught dead buying Spanish olive oil even though most of the olive oil consumed in Portugal comes from Spain.

You laugh at jokes about the Alentejanos but get angry to know that the same jokes are told in Brazil about the Portuguese.

You think that you can catch a cold with a draft or by sitting in the spring sun. Cold drinks are also thought to bring on the dreadful "gripe". And don't let anyone have a shower after eating as something terrible could happen to them.

You get a letter from your doctor saying you can't work because of an "unspecified, ongoing medical condition" and then go on a two-week holiday.

Your child's teacher misses two weeks (because of a letter from his or her doctor) and you don't complain because you also will use the same doctor when you have to miss two weeks from your work.

If you are from Porto you don't like people from Lisbon and call them Moors. The reverse is also true but they don't call you a nice word like "Moor".

You think Brazilians speak incorrect Portuguese and will not read a book written in Brazilian Portuguese.

The last major military victory you can remember your country having was the Battle of Aljubarrota in 1385.

You say that the Portuguese, unlike the Spanish, are good at learning foreign languages.

Your parents own like 9 houses in Portugal but complain about the lack of money in the States.

Going to Portugal involves buying gifts for all 500 members of your family

You go crazy for the World Cup

You refer to Portugal as "O Continent"

You've walked in "as paradas" longer than you can remember

You have grape vines in your backyard

You earned over $10,000 for your first communion.

To hell with the Turkey and Roast Beef! X-mas dinner was bacalhau au braz, baby!

A barbeque does not consist of burgers on the grill... Hello! Can you say sardinhas?

You've had your license for a month, but your $20,000 car has been "hooked up" for a year. I'm talking rims, tints, a system...

A wooden spoon equals discipline, or if you ever had to duck so you wouldn't get hit with flying shoes.

Your parents anticipate that you'll marry your first long-term boyfriend/girlfriend.

When you hear the word "Sagres" you think Beer, not historical marine school.

Nothing beats a buttered papo-seco.

Your 15 year old brother is allowed to have two girls sleep over, but your 19 year old sister can't go out past 7pm.

You think that 2am is too early to go to bed and that 11am is to early to get out of bed.

Your grandmother tells you look sick because you are too thin.

Your parents make you eat 3 servings of dinner at each sitting otherwise they think you don't like the cooking.

You're proud to be Portuguese - and you pass these jokes on to all your Portuguese friends!

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Apocalyptica - Nothing Else Matters

Posted by Lancaerie on Friday, July 21, 2006 in ,

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Apocalyptica - The Unforgiven

Posted by Lancaerie on Friday, July 21, 2006 in ,

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Metallica - Part 5 of 5 - The Unforgiven

Posted by Lancaerie on Friday, July 21, 2006 in ,


One of the best songs by Metallica!

The Unforgiven


New blood joins this earth
And quikly he's subdued
Through constant pained disgrace
The young boy learns their rules

With time the child draws in
This whipping boy done wrong
Deprived of all his thoughts
The young man struggles on and on he's known
A vow unto his own
That never from this day
His will they'll take away

What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never be
Never see
Won't see what might have been

What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never free
Never me
So I dub thee unforgiven

They dedicate their lives
To running all of his
He tries to please them all
This bitter man he is
Throughout his life the same
He's battled constantly
This fight he cannot win
A tired man they see no longer cares
The old man then prepares
To die regretfully
That old man here is me

What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never be
Never see
Won't see what might have been

What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never free
Never me
So I dub the unforgiven

You labeled me
I'll label you
So I dub the unforgiven



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Metallica - Part 4 of 5 - No Leaf Clover

Posted by Lancaerie on Friday, July 21, 2006 in ,
Maestro Edit...



Best concert ever, seen through this very particular perspective...
Michael Kamen rules!


No Leaf Clover

And it feels right this time
On this crash course with the big time
Pay no mind to the distant thunder
New day fills his head with wonder, boy....

Says it feels right this time
Turned it 'round and found the right line
Good day to be alive Sir
Good day to be alive, he said.....

Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Is just a freight train coming your way
Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Is just the freight train coming your way

Don't it feel right like this
All the pieces fall to his wish
Sucker for that quick reward boy
Sucker for that quick reward they said.....

Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Is just a freight train coming your way
Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Is just the freight train coming your way......
It's coming your way
It's coming your way......
Here comes

Yeah, Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Is just a freight train coming your way.... Yeah...
Then it comes to be, Yeah...
Then it comes to be, Yeah...
Then it comes to be, Yeah...
Then it comes to be, Yeah...
Then it comes to be, Yeah...
Then it comes to be, Yeah...
Then it comes to be, Yeah...
Then it comes to be, Yeah

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Metallica - Part 3 of 5 - Bleeding Me

Posted by Lancaerie on Friday, July 21, 2006 in ,



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Metallica - Part 2 of 5 - Wherever I May Roam

Posted by Lancaerie on Friday, July 21, 2006 in ,



Wherever I May Roam


...and the road becomes my bride
I have stripped of all but pride
So in her I do confide
And she keeps me satisfied
Gives me all I need

...and with dust in throat I crave
Only knowledge will I save
To the game you stay a slave
Rover wanderer
Nomad vagabond
Call me what you will

But I'll take my time anywhere
Free to speak my mind anywhere
And I'll redefine anywhere
Anywhere I may roam
Where I lay my head is home

...and the earth becomes my throne
I adapt to the unknown
Under wandering stars I've grown
By myself but not alone
I ask no one

...and my ties are severed clean
The less I have the more I gain
Off the beaten path I reign
Rover wanderer
Nomad vagabond
Call me what you will

But I'll take my time anywhere
I'm free to speak my mind anywhere
And I'll never mind anywhere
Anywhere I may roam
Where I lay my head is home

But i'll take my time anywhere
Free to speak my mind
And I'll take my find anywhere
Anywhere I may roam
Where I lay my head is home

Carved upon my stone
My body lie, but still I roam
Wherever I may roam...

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Metallica - Part 1 of 5 - Until it Sleeps

Posted by Lancaerie on Friday, July 21, 2006 in ,



Previously on the "About me" section of hi5...
Cute, huh?



Until it Sleeps...

Where do I take this pain of mine
I run, but it stays right by my side

So tear me open, pour me out
There's things inside that scream and shout
And the pain still hates me
So hold me, until it sleeps

Just like the curse, just like the stray
You feed it once, and now it stays

So tear me open, but beware
There's things inside without a care
And the dirt still stains me
So wash me, until I'm clean

*It grips you, so hold me
It stains you, so hold me
It hates you, so hold me
It holds you, so hold me

Until it sleeps**

So tell me why you've choosen me
Don't want your grip, don't want your greed

I'll tear me open, make you gone
No more can you hurt anyone
And the fear still shakes me
So hold me, until it sleeps

[*--** Repeat]

I don't want it

So tear me open, but beware
The things inside without a care
And the dirt still stains me
So wash me, 'till I'm clean...

I'll tear me open, make you gone
No longer will you hurt anyone
And the fear still shapes me
So hold me, until it sleeps...

Until it sleeps...

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Evolution of Dance! A Must see!

Posted by Lancaerie on Friday, July 21, 2006 in

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Musica maestro...

Posted by Lancaerie on Friday, July 21, 2006 in
Pois, é... como o hi5 já não tinha mais espaço para os meus videos favoritos resolvi começar a postá-los aqui...
Sim porque isto do youtube.com e bastante giro e tal, mas gasta tempo e espaço cm tudo! Mas pronto... e fofo na mesma!

Portanto, e depois desta pequena nota introdutoria, vou começar a postar videos! yay!

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Rubisco, sua maluka!

Posted by Lancaerie on Sunday, January 29, 2006 in ,
I Love Rubisco



Lets face it, as a plant scientist and a biologist I cant help but love Rubisco. What is Rubisco you may ask? Only the most common protein on the face of the planet. It rules, it rocks, but mostly it catalyses reactions. Its right there in the first step of the infamous Calvin Cycle. So without further introduction I give you:

The Top Ten Reasons To Love Rubisco!

10) Its name sounds really cool! Say it R-U-B-I-S-C-O
9)Well, duh, it is the most plentiful protein in the world!
8) Space filling models look kind of like Hortas - [Star Trek (We are almost as geeky as engineers)] (If you dont know what a Hortas is, go here -> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horta_(Star_Trek) )
7)If plants love it, why shouldnt you?
6)It can be an oxygenase or a corboxylase - Ask a Biochemist (or dont... your choice. Do you wanna live or die of boredom?)
5)Rubisco won't dump you for another scientist (I wonder...)
4) Rubisco is better than cold beer - Only if you are a plant.
3) It doesnt leave you with that bloated feeling.
2) Every time you see someone cooking vegetables, you could say: "Oh my God! You killed Rubisco!" (You bastards!)

1) Because it is so much easier than saying Ribulose-1,5-Bus Phosphate Carboxylase!

(For more about Rubisco: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/RUBISCO )

E para aqueles que se estao a perguntar onde raio eu descobri isto, bem a resposta e simples. Uma das profs da fcul axou k era giro para mostrar na aula...
E pronto... axo que so isto explica bem pk e k os biologos sao doidos...

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Angels Fall First

Posted by Lancaerie on Saturday, November 19, 2005 in
I knew you never before
I see you never more
But the love the pain the hope O beautiful one
Have made you mine 'till all my years are done


Without you

The poetry within me is dead


In my world
Love is for poets

Never the famous balcony scene
Just a dying faith

On the heaven's gate


For my dreams I hold my life

For wishes I behold my night

The truth at the end of time

Losing faith makes a crime

I wish for this night-time
to last for a lifetime
The darkness around me
Shores of a solar sea
Oh how I wish to go down with the sun
Sleeping
Weeping
With you

All I ever craved were the two dreams I shared with you.
One I now have, will the other one ever dream remain.
For yours I truly wish to be.

Would you do it with me
Heal the scars and change the stars

Woul
d you do it for me
Turn loose the heaven within


This is me for forever
One of the lost ones
The one without a name
Without an honest heart as compass

This is me for forever
One without a name
These lines the last endeavor
To find the missing lifeline

Lyrics from Various Nigthwish Songs...


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If I Were a Blackbird...

Posted by Lancaerie on Monday, October 31, 2005 in
I am a young sailor my story is sad
Though once I was a carefree and brave sailor lad
I courted a lassie by night and by day
But now she has left me and sailed far away

If I were a blackbird I'd whistle and sing
And follow the ship that my true love sails in
And in the top rigging I'd there build my nest
And lay down my head on her lilly white breast

If I were a scholar and could handle a pen
One secret love letter my true love I'd send
And tell of my sorrow my grief and my pain
since she's gone and left me in yon flowery glen

I sailed over ocean my fortune to seek
I missed her caress and her kiss on my cheek
I returned and I told her my love was still warm
But she turned away lightly and great was her scorn

If I were a blackbird I'd whistle and sing

And follow the ship that my true love sails in
And in the top rigging I'd there build my nest
And flutter my wings on her lilly white breast

I offered to take her to Donnybrook fair
and buy her fine ribbons to tie up her hair
I offered to marry and stay by her side
but she says in the morning she sails with the tide

My parents they chide me they will not agree
Say married to my false love I never should be
but let them deprive me and do what they will
while there is breath in my body she's the one I love still

Andrew M. Stewart









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...Fires At Midnight...

Posted by Lancaerie on Saturday, October 29, 2005 in

I stood out here once before
With my head held in my hands
For all that I had known of this place
I could never understand…

On the hills the fires burned at midnight
Superstition plagued the air
Sparks fly as the fires burn at midnight

The stars are out and magic is here…

I wished on the seven sisters
Bring to me wisdom of age
All that's locked within the book of secrets
I longed for the knowledge of a sage…

On the hills the fires burned at midnight
Superstition plagued the air

Sparks fly as the fires burn at midnight
Stars are out the magic is here
The stars are out the magic is here…

So, the sisters smiled to themselves
And they whispered as they shone
And it was from that very instant
I knew I would never be alone…

While on the hills
The fires burned at midnight
Superstition plagued the air
Sparks fly as the fires burned at midnight
Stars are out and magic is here
The stars are out and the magic is here…
Many stars were forgotten
Many faded and became ghosts
Still my sisters glittered down from heaven
Always there when I needed them most…

And on the hills the fires burned at midnight
Superstition plagued the air
Sparks fly as the fires burn at midnight

Stars are out and magic is here
The stars are out and magic is here…

I stood here once before
With my head in my hands
For all that I had known of this place
I could never understand

On the hills the fires burned at midnight
Superstition plagued the air

Sparks fly as the fires burn at midnight
Stars are out and magic is here
Stars are out and magic is here
Stars are out and magic is here
Stars are out and magic is here

Blackmores Night


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Uma anedota engraçadita....

Posted by Lancaerie on Wednesday, October 26, 2005 in
Um sádico, um masoquista, um assasino, um necrófilo, um zoófilo e um pirómano estão sentados num banco de jardim, sem saber como ocupar o tempo.
Diz o zoófilo: Vamos apanhar um gato!
Diz o sádico: Vamos apanhar um gato e torturá-lo!
Diz o assasino: Vamos apanhar um gato, torturá-lo e matá-lo!
Diz o necrófilo: Vamos apanhar um gato, torturá-lo, matá-lo e violá-lo!
Diz o pirómano: Vamos pegar num gato, torutrá-lo, matá-lo, violá-lo e pegar-lhe fogo!
Diz o masoquista: Miau!


Depois de isto tudo só tenho duas coisas a dizer:
1º Axo que tinha mais piada pegar fogo ao gato antes de o matar...
2º Miau?

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Sou uma pessoa de hábitos....

Posted by Lancaerie on Monday, October 24, 2005 in
Ah pois é!

Ainda hoje, enquanto me dirigia para o MacDonnalds's do zoo (e sim Elsa, o Ronald MacDonald é um palhaço!), pensava para mim mesma:
*Hoje vou variar... Vou comer outra coisa sem ser BigMac... Talvez um CrispyBacon ou whatever....Not BigMac, not BigMac, not BigMac....*

Cheguei ao balcão, e que palavras sairam automaticamente da minha boca?
"Era um McMenu com BigMac e coca cola , sff...."

*Oh, Fuck. There I go again... Can't help it! BigMac BigMac BigMac!*

(E é neste momento que a imagem do "Olha quem fala, também" se introduz na minha mente. Sim, aquela com uma matilha de lobos a correr tipo...batalhão (ou matilha, como quiserem), e a entoar em coro: "Fresh meat, fresh meat, fresh meat!".

Sorry, I had to do it... That picture just sticks in my brain like a post-it!
(Uncle Fungus?)

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Just a little more...

Posted by Lancaerie on Sunday, September 11, 2005 in ,
Ya, e ja que aki estou lembrei-me de postar uma pics mt fixes que encontrei ha uns tempos...

E para o ppl que ta na minha lista d contactos de msn, façam favor d ir ate ao msn space.. fotos novas! ;)

Read it and weep ppl! :p









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Tenho saudades...*snif snif*

Posted by Lancaerie on Monday, August 22, 2005 in
Epá tou aborrecida, e n m apetece ir ja deitar.
E tenho saudades, e sou parva, portanto decidi postar klk koisa aki...

Tenho saudades de andar de metro, mesmo na horas de ponta, com os snobs tds de fatinho a ler livros anonimos embrulhados em papel pardo, kd ta td a gente mais apertada que sardinhas em lata.
E tenho saudades de começar o dia com a musica classica dos suburbanos da linha de cascais, depois dormir os 23 minutos da viagem de metro e depois beber o capuccino da makina alienada do C1.
E tb tenho saudades de passar horas nas mesas do C1 a jogar a trinca (viciei-vos a tds! Mwuahahah!), a beber coca-cola, e a ouvir os Profs a mandarem o Gugas calar porque ele decidiu que era boa altura para moggy a Maggy.
E claro que tenho saudades de ter aulas no c8 (aka ler ou jogar ao stop enkuanto algum Prof nos tenta ensinar alguma coisa, sem grande sucesso, claro!)

E para concluir quero que seja Setembro já! Porque mesmo que ja não estejamos tds nas mesmas aulas, sempre temos o nosso lugar de reserva no C1!

Ah! e tenho saudades de vcs todos!
Demented Nine, e apêndices, Rula!

Até Setembro ppl!

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Hoje não é msm o meu dia...

Posted by Lancaerie on Wednesday, August 03, 2005 in
Pois é.
Em menos de 12 horas consegui atirar-me de um lanço de escadas abaixo, torçer o tornozelo, e ainda queimar as maos com caramelo a ferver.

Que vida a minha, hein?

Bem pelo menos ainda não parti nada...axo eu...*looks around for something heavy that might fall on her*

e prontus... sao asssim os meus dias....

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Querido, cheguei!

Posted by Lancaerie on Saturday, July 30, 2005 in
Cheguei a casa! finalmente!

cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei, cheguei!!

Tão bom!

Agora so valta chegar a lisboa...

Argh ainda falta tanto tempo...*pouts*

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