Dia 323

A little montage using the lyrics of a great song by the Red Hot Chilli Peppers, one of my favourite bands:

"Want to arouse her
And maybe espouse her
She showed me love
Without the stipulations
I like your cheeky
Oh so Mozambiquey
I think the word could use
A clear connection"

Now listen up:

"I'm comin for you
'Cause I adore you
I'd like to get inside
Your mass production
This indecision
Has got me cringing
I can't resist the smell
Of your seduction
Did I let you know
Would you like to go
Unwrap the package
Without much persuasion
Did I let you know
Would you like to go
I wanna dance to everyday's occasion"

How beautiful is that??? Did I let you know?

Dia 323

A little montage using the lyrics of a great song by the Red Hot Chilli Peppers, one of my favourite bands:

"Want to arouse her
And maybe espouse her
She showed me love
Without the stipulations
I like your cheeky
Oh so Mozambiquey
I think the word could use
A clear connection"

Now listen up:

"I'm comin for you
'Cause I adore you
I'd like to get inside
Your mass production
This indecision
Has got me cringing
I can't resist the smell
Of your seduction
Did I let you know
Would you like to go
Unwrap the package
Without much persuasion
Did I let you know
Would you like to go
I wanna dance to everyday's occasion"

How beautiful is that??? Did I let you know?

Dia 322

Pérolas do rádio... direto para a nossa. Amâncio FM apresenta sem orgulho nenhum uma música muito gostosinha, mas com uma letra pra lá de esquisita. Tem gente que gosta dessas coisas com um quê de psycho - eu só acho que essa melodia pode me divertir por muitos dias ainda... Espero que divirta você também!

Pumped Up Kicks, by Foster the People

Dia 322

Pérolas do rádio... direto para a nossa. Amâncio FM apresenta sem orgulho nenhum uma música muito gostosinha, mas com uma letra pra lá de esquisita. Tem gente que gosta dessas coisas com um quê de psycho - eu só acho que essa melodia pode me divertir por muitos dias ainda... Espero que divirta você também!

Pumped Up Kicks, by Foster the People

Dia 321

Yesterday I had this funny daydream about dancing forró in London. I woke up with the beat in my head - one-stop-one-stop - and a nice feeling all over my body, as if I was being cuddled by a thousand butterflies. The interesting thing is that this day has actually happened, in a cold, cold night in Bricklane. For those of you who have read about my amazing adventures in Aunt Betty's town, it's old news. The question is: how come it's not for me? Four years have gone by and I still remember moments like this one with colours, scents, sounds, even my heartbeat still echoes in my mind as though it's just happened. I can even remember the taste of the beer - maybe because I haven't drunk for over a year, but it's just a minor detail ;) "For what it's worth, it was worth all the while"...

Falamansa was playing on that day, and even though it was not this song, I just think this one says more, so here goes:

"É que eu não sou ator

e se eu sinto dor

tenho que chorar"

Dia 321

Yesterday I had this funny daydream about dancing forró in London. I woke up with the beat in my head - one-stop-one-stop - and a nice feeling all over my body, as if I was being cuddled by a thousand butterflies. The interesting thing is that this day has actually happened, in a cold, cold night in Bricklane. For those of you who have read about my amazing adventures in Aunt Betty's town, it's old news. The question is: how come it's not for me? Four years have gone by and I still remember moments like this one with colours, scents, sounds, even my heartbeat still echoes in my mind as though it's just happened. I can even remember the taste of the beer - maybe because I haven't drunk for over a year, but it's just a minor detail ;) "For what it's worth, it was worth all the while"...

Falamansa was playing on that day, and even though it was not this song, I just think this one says more, so here goes:

"É que eu não sou ator

e se eu sinto dor

tenho que chorar"

Dia 320

I've never been the prettiest, or the smartest, and you all know that. I've never been rich, nor raised to be a proper lady, and it's nobody's fault. Now I know that. Some people think that living in a wealthier part of town makes you posh - there's this myth that we are more well-off, and as a result, more polite, more well-treated, more loved; there's the urban legend that just because you study in a private school you'll have more direction and less problems. Have you ever heard of white trash? Teenagers who start drinking too soon, clothes bought at big department stores downtown, empty head spinning hard, vague thoughts, blood-shot eyes, no desire to dream, no ambitions, no tomorrow. Unattended, unwilling, unaware of the fact that they might actually make the difference someday. I used to walk to school and starve at lunchtime to have money for shots at the weekend. I spent a long time in the streets, hanging out with other people like me, and we loved skateboarding and rap and rock'n'roll - secretly I dreamt about the Back Street Boys and Leonardo Di Caprio. I created a unique style out of rags and 48 kilos; I drank and cursed and said what I pleased. I smoked a pack of cigarettes a day and didn't mean to be good at school - there was no manual to handle my recklessness. I was quite wild, but even the wildest girls want to be princesses for one day. That's why when I watched this video I felt less nostalgic than sorry - I realised that, back then, in spite of who I was or what it meant, I could've had mine.

:the princess diaries: