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sábado, 25 de julho de 2009

Uma voz fabulosa! Great message!



Wake up one morning you realize
Your life is one big compromise (compromise)
Stuck in the job you swore was only temporary (was only temporary)
Feel like the world is passing you by (do do do do do)
Never done all the things you would need to try
Stuck in one place, got a pain in your face from all your stressin’ out (all your stressin’ out)x2
You ask yourself there’s got to be more than what I’m living for (what I’m living for) x2
You ask yourself there’s got to be something else, something more, more, more
Well let the sun shine on your face
And don’t let your life go to waste
Now is the time, got to make up your mind
Let it shine on you, let it shine on you
Feel like there’s nothing *nowhere to* go
You try and fight but you can’t let go
Roll the pain, got so much to gain
Now is the time
You ask yourself there’s got to be something else, something more, more, more
Well let the sun shine on your face
And don’t let your life go to waste
Now is the time, got to make up your mind
Let it shine on you, let it shine on you
You ask yourself there’s got to be more than what I’m living for (what I’m living for) x2
You ask yourself there’s got to be something else, something more, more, more
Well let the sun shine on your face
And don’t let your life go to waste
Now is the time, got to make up your mind
Let it shine on you, let it shine on you
Well let the sun shine on your face
And don’t let your life go to waste
Now is the time, got to make up your mind
Let it shine on you, let it shine on you
Well let the sun shine on your face
And don’t let your life go to waste
Now is the time, got to make up your mind
Let it shine on you, let it shine on you

quinta-feira, 29 de janeiro de 2009

heishhhh... Bora lá reflectir!


Confúcio não era um pequeno lá muito bonito... mas que tinha uma boa cabeça lá isso até tinha :)


"Quando nasceste, todos riam, e só tu choravas. Vive de tal modo que, quando morreres, todos chorem, só tu sorrias." (Kung-Fu-Tze)

terça-feira, 27 de janeiro de 2009

Don't discriminate

Other people always look different from you. But really, they aren't!!! Everyone share the same air, everyone have it's dreams, fears, toughts... We are all Human! People who discriminate are very insecure people and jealous too. Grow up!

sábado, 24 de janeiro de 2009

Great commercials! Great message...

Estes anúncios "Switch" (analogia com o desligar das tomadas) da MTV são um bom contributo para que se mude a maneira de pensar e de agir de milhares de pessoas que contribuem massivamente para o aquecimento global, desperdício de recursos naturais, poluição... (contra mim falo, pois tenho a nítida noção que poderia fazer mais...)

1 Person won't Save the World... two will




Think green

N'est pas vrai?

Na Escócia, havia um pobre agricultor cujo apelido era Fleming. Certo dia, enquanto trabalhava para conseguir sustentar a família, ouviu um grito vindo de um pântano ali perto. O agricultor largou as suas ferramentas e correu até lá. Submerso até aos ombros estava um rapaz assustado, a tentar sair daquele lodo escuro e pegajoso. O agricultor salvou o rapaz daquilo que poderia ter sido uma lenta e terrível morte.

Passado um dia, uma fina carruagem estacionou nas imediações da quinta do pobre escocês. Um nobre elegantemente vestido desceu e apresentou-se como sendo o pai do menino salvo da morte pelo agricultor Fleming.

– Quero recompensá-lo – disse o nobre. – salvou a vida do meu filho!

– Não posso aceitar nenhuma recompensa pelo que fiz – respondeu o agricultor escocês, abanando as mãos em protesto...

Nesse preciso momento, apareceu o filho do próprio agricultor.

– Este é o seu filho? – perguntou o nobre.

– Sim! – respondeu o agricultor orgulhosamente.

– Gostaria de lhe fazer uma proposta. Deixe-me levá-lo de maneira a que receba uma boa educação. Se o filho for parecido com o pai, certamente tornar-se-à um homem do qual se poderá orgulhar.

O agricultor consentiu...

Passados alguns anos, o rapaz formou-se na escola de medicina do Hospital Saint Mary, em Londres. Ficou conhecido em todo o Mundo como o famoso Dr. Alexander Fleming, quem descobriu a penicilina.

Algum tempo mais tarde, o filho daquele nobre, o mesmo que fora salvo pelo pai de Alexander, sofre de pneumonia. O que salvou a sua vida? Sim, a penicilina. O nome do nobre? Lord Randolph Churchill. O nome do seu filho? Sir Winston Churchill.

terça-feira, 21 de outubro de 2008

The princess and the pea



“Once upon a time there was a prince who wanted to marry a real princess. There were plenty of princesses, but it was hard to know whether they were real princesses. The prince went all over the world looking for a true princess. But there was always something the matter with them. So the prince had to return home without having found a real princess.”


“Then, one night there was a terrible storm. The lightning flashed, the thunder roared and the rain poured down. In the middle of the storm there was a knock at the door of the castle and the old king went to open it. There, standing outside, was a princess, but it was hard to tell. The rain ran down her hair, her dress was drenched and her gold shoes were completely sodden and muddy. She said that she was a real princess, looking for shelter from the rain and thunder.”


“«Well see about that, » thought the old queen. «We can easily find out whether she’s telling the truth. » She went into a bedroom and placed a small pea under the mattress of the bed. Then she laid seven thick mattresses on top, and there the princess should sleep for the night.”


“In the morning, the queen asked the princess how she had slept. «Oh, dreadfully. I hardly slept a wink all night, and now I am black and blue all over, » replied the princess. «I feel as if I’ve slept on a stone, it was awful! Goodness knows what was in the bed? »”


“Then everyone knew that she was a real princess because she had been able to feel the tiniest pea through seven thick mattresses. «Only a true princess could be so sensitive, » said the prince. So saying, he asked the princess to marry him, because he now knew that he had finally found a real princess.”

“The pea was gilded, and to this day it still shining on the tiny hand of the princess.”