quinta-feira, 2 de novembro de 2017

Exorcize my demons

I came to the conclusion that most of my problems are caused by other persons no kidding, but the real problem is my reaction to them, the best way to deal with this persons is avoiding them, ignoring them and forgetting them if possible. I do that to everyone from family to suppose friends, acquaitances whoever, people call this revenge just because you don't want to put up with their shit anymore that threats my peace of mind, I call this respecting myself enough to not let poisonous people break me again and again and again, people overestimate themselves in my life, it is wrong because I don't really need them or like them for their psyco reactions of twisted love, I endured all my biggest failures, disappointments and saddest parts of my life alone picking myself up time after time until this demons in shape of people run out chances and I pressed DELETE!!So, Good riddance!


quinta-feira, 19 de outubro de 2017

Goodbye, so long, and farewell

It is sad when you get played by your feelings and emotions and wishes and silly dreams and when someone you wish you could spend a lifetime with walks away forever with no goodbyes, it is also sad someone that means so much to you treats you like nothing,but I guess losing people along the way makes part of life, nothing lasts forever and we all will disappear one day without a trace, it is also frustrating we cannot control our feelings and even thoughts, sometimes I regret I met you, and can't really understand why you were meant to cross my path....secretly I wish you never did, I wish memories could be erased and also ghost feelings that still linger for way too long would vanish, at the same time I wish I could be the one you chosed, but I am not, but hope you're happy even though I will not make part of your happinness.May at least this pain make me stronger and wiser, so I guess all you can learn from this is to never give your best to someone who doesn't care because at your best you will not be good enough to the wrong person, chose who chose you and save your heart for someone who cares. But never forget, the key to your happiness is a gift way too precious to put in someone else's pocket, don't put too many hopes and feelings in people's hands because they will drop it,they will drop it every time. Chase dreams not people. But in the end I know I was the best thing you never had and you were the best thingI never had, the rest is just a sad song with nothing to say, strangers like before we met, strangers after we met, strangers eternally.Hope you will be happy and hope I can unlove you and totally forget you one day, instead of pretending that I did. So goodbye, so long and farewell.

terça-feira, 11 de julho de 2017

the hardest part of being a vegan



I am not 100% vegan, I don't eat meat for 15 years, I avoid products from animal origin but from time to time eat cheese, soy, rice and almond milk mostly but sometimes cow milk (in ice creams, chocolates, wtv), sometimes I do eat eggs (try to buy free range chicken eggs), and occasionaly fish. People try to mock me and discredit me for not being a real vegan, but even if I was they would criticize me anyways (expect the vegan ones). Anyways, the hardest part of being vegetarian or vegan or not eating meat is not missing the meat itself, a flavour I never liked anyways (taste of death really) is to have to deal with people CONSTANTLY asking you why you have that diet, like you own them an explanation, and if you dare to say you don't want to feed on dead animal's corpses because it doesn't feel right and you have compassion for animals, they treat you like a lunatic, mock you, laugh at you in an agressive way and in my case also add "don't you feel sorry about the fishes? and the plants, why don't you just eat stones???". So I decided to never ever explain myself to ANYONE about my diet even because if you don't eat meat they imagine you as a skinny skeleton and say "how come you're fat?" and stupid stuff like that. My DIET is no one's business but I remember when I came out of the closet to my family when I was 12 (to some people this means telling them you're gay in my case was telling them I wanted to be a vegetarian or at least stop eating meat), their reaction I believe was much worse than when a kid tells their parents they are gay because they used physical and verbal violence against me, tried to force feed me meat and ultimately made me starve until I eventually ended up eating meat again, which did not happen. Dealing with people, even family or friends or strangers, telling them you can't eat the food they cooked and their reaction is the worse part, also not finding good restaurants and have to go to family meetings where you have to watch them eating meat and can't help but feeling disgusted, because whether we like it or not, meat is murder. So fuck the people, I prefer animals anyways by far, if I could save a cow from going to slaughter or a random person I know who I would rather save, because people are sick at all levels and can never reach the kindness and the purest spirit of life that are animals, constantly abused and killed for people's entertainment, and nasty awful meals. I am not perfect, and not judging meat eaters, I am just telling that this intolerant people are the worse part of someone who lives by their own moral standars; you suck buddies and aren't worth any bit of the dead animals you shove down your throat, animal's star is wayyyyy above yours. You may say I hate people but when I see an animal suffering I end up feeling compassion and empathy all over again, so the animals always get me back my humanity and that's the only reason I don't hate people, but definitely not like them that much. Isolation and being anti social are bioproducts of living amonsgt idiots, it used to bother me, but not anymore., my life style doesn't have to make sense for anybody else but for me, and I do not need to be accepted by anyone else, except for me.

domingo, 18 de junho de 2017

Tell Lie Vision

TV is not merely information or entertainment, it is full of lies, fake news, staged hoaxes, subliminal messages, hypnotic frequencies and propaganda.

quarta-feira, 31 de maio de 2017

The global fake terror on terrorism continues....

Well...you know, when I knew abou the new of the "Manchester attack" I immediately as usual guessed it was a fake staged hoax, but then, based on research and making questions I concluded it was a staged hoax event....I mean...I wanted to believe the news but they show us shit! Seriously how I am supposed to believe in something if they not even give us enough fake evidencess? All I see is videos filming the floor, a guy after a concert saying all is ok on stage, and people running around with the herd mentality.
They simply could set off a loud explosion at the end of a concert as people are leaving to cause mass panic. People obviously think a bomb has gone off and Herd Mentality takes over with people running and screaming. Of course this is what's shown all over the media, we will never see the actual Bomb Explosion because there was no bomb.
Moreover, the firefighters tried to help but they were stopped from doing so...probably for not ending and exposing  the circus? maybe because after all they could not rescue anyone because no one was dead or injured? http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/firefighters-angry-were-stopped-helping-10492990
I am not an expert in this issues, but I definitely can see something fishy is going on here.
But a truther, named Ole Dammergard who researches this for years might explain you better than me, he concluded that a lot of the supposed terror attacks happenning in Europe and USA were staged with the precious help of crisis actors helping and media liers...and this "company" might be one behind this events http://www.crisis-solutions.com/
take a listen to his interview.

There are tons of truthers on the internet that research of false flags and staged hoaxes, if you prefer a shorter video I think this one is very good:

Don't be afraid to make questions and have doubts!
TV sells us fiction all the time (soap operas, reality shows, movies...)...it is not surprising that they keep making fiction out of reality in the news...TV can't tell you the reality, news sell you an opinion made to program you, they foccus on bad things to keep you in a state of fear and therefore controlled, the news are picked by whom? why are they always bad? who decides which events are worth and coverage and which are not? how can you be sure the news are not made up? why do you trust the news?It is very sad to see lots of people treat me like a mentally ill retarded just to make questions or to doubt the narrative of the main stream media, but I understand they were indocrinated by the system and they are reacting because they can't stand the fact they have been lied to all their lives....it is easier to fool someone than convincing them they have been fooled!
Don't be fooled!

domingo, 21 de maio de 2017

all this waiting is regret

Lately I have been an emotional wreck, I cry and I don't even know why I am crying at all: I cry about all the memories I have, all that I lived, all that I dreamed, all that I felt. And with no surprise, your ghost keeps haunting me everytime. I have been experiencing so many feelings at the same time I don't even know what I am actually feeling, but it is overwhelming...I feel sadness and happiness, meaning in things and total lack of meaning and importance in everything, I feel love and hate at the same time, I laugh and cry at the same time, I am calm and anxious at the same time, I feel hope and hopeless all the same, I feel compassion and evilness at the same time, I feel gratefulness and  ungratefulness at the same time, but mostly, I feel like I am missing so many people that no longer make part of my life, and at the same time remembering them, makes me feel they still around, like I can time travel, daydreaming, living it all over and over again...I feel like I love and hate everyone at the same time. This is a new feelng that I don't even know what the fuck this feeling is, all I know is this is all too much for me to deal with, and it all is transformed in tears, that never stop, day by day,,,I am surprised how and why this keeps going, and going, and going, and going. Will it ever stop for good?
I am concerned for my own mental and emotional sanity, because when people ask me why I am crying or why do I look sad, I not even know why, so I laugh and laugh and smile and smile without meaning just for to be left alone, just to mask my own self, because people can't deal with you when you hit the low.
Only music seems to understand what I am going through, and  all songs remind me of you, and simply thinking of you, makes me cry even more. Seems like this heavy heart won't go away, but probably I am  only crying because I pitty myself...I make myself cry literally because I feel sorry for myself.
Waiting for persons from the past appear back in the future is nearly impossible and will only bring regret and wasted years,,,years pass by, and everyone leaves...and when they leave, it feels like death.But I keep reminding them, mourning them and crying over them.


Pick apart
The pieces of your heart
And let me peer inside
Let me in
Where only your thoughts have been
Let me occupy your mind
As you do mine

Your heart's a mess
You won't admit to it
It makes no sense
But I'm desperate to connect
You can't live like this

You have lost
(Too much love)
To fear, doubt and distrust
(It's not enough)
You just threw away the key
To your heart

You don't get burned
('Cause nothing gets through)
It makes it easier
(Easier on you)
But that much more difficult for me
To make you see…

Love ain't fair
So there you are
My love


Love ain't safe
You won't get hurt if you stay chaste
So you can wait
But I don't wanna waste my love

quinta-feira, 18 de maio de 2017

You sleep...they live


Holy Moly, I found one of the best videos regarding Illuminati scum I have ever seen, a must watch! Didn't you ever wonder about how is the private (real secret private life) of our elite? So meet your Kings, Queens, Princesses, Princes, your celebrities, your politicians, your bankers....all that scum you were programmed to worship, adore or respect, or even to see as an example and envy and pursue their perfect lifestyle!!! They are not real people but rather a bunch of psycopaths, they are so inhumane some researchers think they are reptilian alliens or demons....either ways, this people have kind of a thing for Satan, express themselves in plain sight their allegiance for satanism, by the symbols they use, the wealthy pedophiles are protected by our justice system (for example, Queen of England's pedophile son was not brought to justice, and many more), ever wonder why is that? why are there so many lost kids nobody ever finds? Speaking particularly of the royal families and the Rockfellers, Rothchilds and Soros...why and how do this bastards get blood transfusions every month and by whom? why and how do they have so many organ transplants and who "donates" them that? why do they all have that psycho scary look in their eyes? why they don't just get a fucking job? And the elite in general...how can our politicians lie to us to get us into wars and not be judged for war crimes? why do our media approves and blind us into their lies? Everybody knows, the elite, during ancient times used to do animal and human sacrifices, they fed themselves from young blood to rejuvenate themselves and even practicized canibalism, they performed ritualistic abuse and murder of young virgins (aka kids)...but all the sudden this royality scum stopped doing that right? Wrong, they keep doing it in secret! I rememeber watching the movie Hostel....one of the sickiest movies ever...or even the Purge, and now I can tell, that was tuth in plain sight, they always showed to us who they are. We are their cattle: we work in their companies, we pay them our taxes, we pay them their infinite absurd debts from craddle to the grave, we feed ourselves with their poisonous food they sells us, we listen and believe in their media propaganda they show us, we fight their wars, we die for them....in return we have bits of their money: their imaginary filthy money they throw at us for us to be able to keep going with our slave lifes (isn't being an adult to pay our own fucking bills?? get a clue!)...still they have all the money in the world, they own all the banks, they own all the land...and if money is the only thing you believe that has value and the only thing you chase in your life, congratulations, you are the perfect slave, 100% controlable.

 Moreover, the basis of the Illuminati cults is to turn everything upside down: so beautiful is ugly, pleasure is pain, good is bad...and even gender inversion, which they perform to their own kids since they are born to create their image of themselves, instead of having the image they were "created" for, a form of mockery to God we could say, and a way to honour the androgynous "Baphomet" God they worship. They are not like us, are they even human? all I know is you sleep...and they live!

sábado, 6 de maio de 2017

WTF??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

I found one of the most disturbing things ever on the internet while scrolling on truthers sites exposIng the Satanic Illuminati Elite Mafia...so apparently, there is an exclusive cannibal restaurant called "Cannibal Club" hidden somewhere because they keep their adress a secret (but do expose their staff members), but it is in California of course, one of the most satanic, degrading shitholes on the planet, where real human meat is served "from young, healthy bodies", and they say they get the meat by ethic ways! " We take considerable care to ensure that all our meat is produced legally and ethically, and derived only from young, healthy bodies."Furthermore they add that canibalism can be a way your family and friends mourn you and homage you after you die like a client of them did!"This is a way to supplement life insurance and offset funerary expenses. For others, such as Cannibal Club member Gwendoline Fenwich, who was served to her friends and relatives at the Club in January of 2008, being prepared as a meal, and thereby reborn into the bodies of the living, is an attractive alternative to the more the traditional practices of burial and cremation."....and of course amongst their clients who dine bodies there are members of the elite "Our exclusive clientele includes noted filmmakers, intellectuals, and celebrities "....seriously I am still having a bad time to believe the conspiracies that say they are putting fetuses ingredients from abortions in our food products and beauty products and even sodas...but when you dig on this so called elite and research who they really are and what they are doing....it doesn not surprise me anymore. This, if true is beyond sick!!!! 
Check by yourself the website: 
http://www.cannibalclub.org/
KILLUMINATTI!
Interesting site here: http://12160.info/profiles/blogs/cannibalism-21st-century-fine-dining

segunda-feira, 17 de abril de 2017

in love,in fear, in hate, in tears

Sometimes people (family specially) argue with me, and I always try to seem strong, I argue back, sometimes I scream, I respond equally bad or even worse, I hear things that hurt me, I say things that will hurt that people...and in the end I get so overwhelmed that all my rage and anger suddenly turns into tears and I have to be ridicularized  for expressing feelings, making my strong mask fall....and it is really sad I have to keep using this mask with my family, continuously hurtig me, and they are so dumb to understand why I never show good feelings for them? like they show me any or start any converstation that is not meant to end up in an argument...so for not showing I love them, because I feel terrible hurt, they say I have no feelings.
It's sad, but at least I can come to my room, cry my heart out and let my tears dry on their own and remember why loneliness is better than being in the wrong company, even if that company is family.
After a while, when partially my anger is transformed into tears, I feel the pain diluted and I feel
much better.
Sad to acknowledge I only have myself, to find confort in myself, in a world that constantly hates me and tries to make me hate myself. But it's ok, because, I have me, I'll always have me, and if you are in a good company with yourself, yo can never feel alone.
I sing myself to sleep
A song from the darkest hour
Secrets I can't keep
In sight of the day
Swing from high to deep
Extremes of sweet and sour


My life is out of control
I believe this wave will bear my weight
So let it flow


Still waiting for you to die

I feel so pathetic...I keep torturing my mind thinking of you, where are you, what are you doing, and still, I deleted all the ways you could contact me, and I did so because you wouldn't, so I just deleted so I don't feel even worse about myself, waiting for that message that never came, and never would come.
I know, we are not meant to be, I know you'll never come back, I know you could care less about me, I know you never think of me, but still affter 2 years and half here I am getting tortured time and time again with thoughts of you...you are the first and last thought of the day, sometimes I even dream about you, and that you came back and made the impossible possible. It's exhausting, sad, tormentful, makes me feel ashamed and embarrassed of myself, sometimes (lots of times), when I start thinking of you, and how I miss you I cry without even knowing if I am feeling sadness or it is just my rage and frustration being transformed into tears...I never said your name again to anyone, I'll never say your name again, to anyone, I will just carry on my life, pretending you never existed, while carrying you in my mind and in my heart like an heavy burden everywhere I go, wishing everyone I meet would be you or maybe wishing to get rid of this dark love spell, or curse, they say time heals everything, but it still hurts, it hurts everytime I think of you...if only it was possible to forget, I would be finally in peace...I don't know, sometimes I think if I had a car accident or some kind of accident that would simply wipe off my memories, I would like that...or like in that movie "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind", if I could just ask someone to erase you from my brain, I would do it.

But none of that is possible, and here I am, hiding my sadness from everyone, saying I got over you so I wouldn't look an obcessed crazy person with no self esteem, so I don't look weak....pretending I moved on, waiting that day after day the pain gets diluted until it disappears completely, waiting for the day this curse is broken, living as if we've never met, living as if nothing have ever happenned, living like I had no feeling for you.
So I am still waiting for you to die, not in your physical existence, but in my mind and in my heart, and I am so sick that you keep haunting me and the worst part is that I cannot even blame you.
One day, I hope I can mourn you, and never be bothered by your memories again...I never knew how can such happy things happen in your life only to tormet and destroy you later...happy memories can be really painful, so I am trying to murder my feelings for you, because I know if we don't kill love, love will kill us.


But right now, I'm still stuck somewhere between what if, what might, what could have and what never will and all I want to know is what actually is. Maybe I still love you because I never thought I could feel something so strong and real in my life, and in a world where everything is fake I can proudly say, my feelings were real, and my pain was real, this pain was the most real thing I could ever feel, altough I know it was just from my part.
I want you to be happy, but knowing I won't be part of that happiness makes me feel incredibly sad, also knowing if I ever end up with someone else and that won't be you, but I know I would secretly wish that person was you, makes me feel incredible sad. I used to want so many things in life, but after you crashing in my life, I would trade everything for you...or at least for the day I will be able to break the spell and stop crying over dead memories and imagining all the ifs, and all the lives we could end up living together. I do miss myself, when I didn't meet you yet, you still being my biggest blessing and my biggest curse.
Maybe one day, you'll go away.
"You locked up your heart
You wake up with tears and stars in your eyes
You gave it all to someone that
Cannot love you back


Your days are packed
With wishes and hopes for the love that you've got
You waste it all to someone that
Cannot love you back


You secretly made
Castles of sand that you hide in the shade
But you cannot hold the tides that break them
And you build them all over again


You talk all these words
You make conversations that cannot be heard
How long until you notice that
No one is answering back


Love, ain't this enough
You push yourself down
You try to take comfort in words
But words
They cannot love
Don't waste them like that
Cus they'll bruise you more"

"You're asking again I told you before
The beautiful smile hides the troubled soul
Sad faces influence so easily
I already have enough of that inside of me 
So funny you're still around after all these years
Ran away so many times, always ended up here
Could not ask for a thing from you
All you gave me I afforded to loose 
You see... 
It's all too sad for me...
It's too hard for me... to believe 
It's too painful for me
It's so hard for me... to give 
I make lies all day to keep the pain away
God knows my sins are already too big to pay 
Even the tears I forget the taste
Maybe I should try to lick them off your face
And though I do try the best that I can
You had to be me to understand
That 
It's all too sad for me...
It's too hard for me... to believe
It's too painful for me
It's so hard for me... to give 
Smile On
Hang On"

segunda-feira, 20 de março de 2017

Je ne regrette rien

Last week I went to Paris, for a 10 day trip alone.
It was my 4th trip abroad alone, and I am afraid it won't be the last, for the better and for the worse....I know that. Anywas before all my solo travels, I get a bit anxious and nervous and with less self confidence, I secretly wish I could have a travel friend but it just never happened....some make promises and plans that they break, others give up, sometimes the people who said they would join you are no longer your friends, we need time and money and both things are dificult to get, when you have one you lack of the other...but I decided long ago I can't wait no more for anything or anyone because people and situations change out of your control and I need to live my life and live the dreams I worked so hard to get and wished for too long. So regardless of dangers I decided to live out of fear and alone if I must, because waiting is regret and my life and my happiness are very precious things to delay and rely on other people. So whenever I dream out of making plans I don't fool around, I fulfill my primises to myself and others and I believe in me so I can live my dreams, now,today,tomorrow and ALWAYS!!!
So all those fears quickly disappeared and then finally vanished...everything about my trip went well, literally everything...I got a lot of apprehension because I have seen on TV and read on the newspapers and even in alternative media that Paris was on the verge of a civil unrest, with riots everywhere, robberies, violence, terrorism everywhere, explosive multiculturalism cauldron, refugees sleeping in tents on the street...and I saw any of that, I felt any of that (actually simply saw about 3 tents on the street totally abandoned...what was that? I don't know but it is not like it was in November, according to TV). I am very skeptical about everything I read, see on TV or internet or hear from people but still that fears really got an hold on me, and Paris is very cheap to travel right now because they lost a lot of tourists, because of the supposed attacks. But once again it was proven to me, never believe everything you are told, go see for yourself.
Also surprisingly to what I expected, contrary to what I have been told since ever....parisian people are super nice and polite even with my lame french and even when the security anti terrorism researching in my  bag when I got inside anywhere,the bus drivers, it is just merci this merci that....au revoir ici au revoir là, smile here smile there, they ask for pardon everytime they slightly bump into me on the streets or seat in the seat in front of me in the metro...and maybe because I always take off disguise of tourist and pretend to be a local, confident fast walking, cigarrette, just pretending I know where I am going altough I am just walking randomly, I had tons of french people asking me where things are on the street and I actually turned out out to help because I had a map. I haven't met one rude person, not even one, unbelievable! More examples, when I was eating a quiche in the garden, an elderly sir passes by and says "Bonjour, bon appetit mademoiselle", or the lady that saw me getting out of metro in the morning I was on my way to leave Paris, trying to see where the bus station was, and she just looked at me and my bag and without me even noticing her or ask her anything she asks me if I want to get to the transfer to the airport and I said yes and she says "tout droit, tout droit!". Small things that mattered a lot to me!
But my first reaction when I was getting in the centre of Paris was not good because when I was on the bus I saw a lot of rubbish on the highways and barracks where gypsies lived, besides of the ugly buildings of the suburbs that are said to have a lot of social problems. 
But besides all of that, the centre Paris is like an open air museum,full of nice retro buildings and majestic monuments, chic stores, and lively cafes. But the big chic streets can also make you feel oppressed, because it is streets made for the rich, and rich don't walk on the street, they move inside smoked mirror cars, they live in luxurious appartments, they eat inside chic and expensive restaurants away from everyone who doesn't belong to the same social status as them...so lots of streets in Paris miss space for people to live and hang out, I didn't feel like most part of the town were made for people to enjoy being in, but instead seemed like streets were only meant for people to walk by to get to their metro, taxi or bus or workplace.
I was really disappointed the fountains in the Trocadero garden, in front of the Eiffel tower were switched off, but what made me not enjoy Paris the way I thought I would was the pollution I felt in the air, the tap water that is full of calcareous and totally ruined my skin making it older and much drier, and the fact that I almost got sick for drinking from it, I really shouldn't, and my throat got really really dry. As if all this was not enough the colour of the river is grey/brown which totally ruins any landscape of any town because it looked like the sewage.
Another negative points would be the amount of homeless everywhere, even though Paris has much less homeless and beggars than London, and of course the amount of rats (big big rats) I saw...2 of them appeared under the bench of a garden I was in enjoying my hot wine and another huge rat simply running in the metro when it saw me, got afraid and moved the way back sneaking in a door....I should have felt gross and all but actually those rats were kind of cute, they were more afraid of me than I was of them I noticed and they had that inocent looking face that ressembled me of Ratatouille.
I heard that Montmatre, Pigalle and Place de Clichy were no go zones full of burglars, prostitutes, creepy guys and potential rapists...so I totally avoided it at night, but during day time I must say Montmatre is a beautiful place, very multicultural yes, but in a good healthy way, I wish I went there more often, particularly touched by an old man in a wheel chair with no hands knitting hand made bracelets and keychanes for 2 euros with an adorable smile in his face, I wish I could go back there and buy him more stuff, this person really touched my heart...Pigalle, and Place de Clichy are like the red district of Paris, where the Moulin Rouge cabaret is, where there is prostitution and tons of sex stores, I didn't like that place at all. Besides I decided I should walk and walk and walk until I see a bench or a garden to sit in which I only saw like after 1h30 walking, because once again, Paris, besides the cafes seems not to have space for people to enjoy the space and hang out. I found very little green areas as well, and very few trees on the street, which makes me wonder how hot and dry and smothering it must be during the summer.
I was a bit disappointed about the Catacombs, because we can only see a small part of it, and it is always the same thing, just pilled bones everywhere (there is a church in Portugal with the chapel lined with heads of skulls much more spooky) , and the Versailles castle, that besides being huge you can only see a small part and it is almost completely empty because the things inside the mansion were stolen by peasants during the french revolution. Apart from that, Notre Dame chapel is magneficient, going up on the Eiffel tower is unmissable, doing a cruise in the Seine river is a great experience and it is cheap actually, and Louvre is way too big. Also I found Paris pretty affordable, for real.
What I enjoyed the most about my trip was going to Disney, and this way I fullfilled a childhood dream, becase my parents never took me there...anywas, with 27 at least I could ride all the cool things,so it was a lot of fun, specially the other new park, the Walt Disney production studios, it was really a surprise.
But overall, I must conclude, Paris is like a very expensive and beautifil piece of art in a museum....good to look at for some short moments but soon you just get bored and realize there isn't much you can do with it. Ironically it ressembles to me a lot of beautiful people I have met....good to look at but with nothing interesting to say and no particular appeal to their presence...sooner or later you just get bored and have to leave the date...and I need more than beauty to fall for something or someone...being eye candy is not enough for me, and definitely a city to be great has to be more than just beautiful.
Just another note, at a more personal level, we all have seen romantic movies about Paris and in Paris, and I saw some couples in love kissing and holding hands, I won't lie, I would like that, specially with the person I love and doesn't love me back, but just for a short moment I thought I got the chance to feel a bit of romance as well, when a good looking young french sees me taking pictures at the Notre Dame Cathedral from a bridge and starts talking to me out of the blue asking me to take pictures of him as well, he looked really nice and smart but I got a gut feeling he had something twisted about him, because this behaviour is not even very normal but he asked me for my number and I gave it to him,
it didn't take too much time to understand that, that person was not very interested in romantic walks holding hands or romantic dinners or even get to know me, just another dude driven by lust impulses, trying to mask his luxuriance with a cute smile and friendly good looking face, he asked me if I was "celibataire", which means single, and I said yes, and he says what every single person says to me, like I am a circus freak, "how is that possible?"....well I could answer now, it is not my fault, I keep meeting assholes, assholes like you...Heaven please send me better, or send me nothing, stop messing up with me. Anyways his name is Antoine, or so he said so, and if you cross a bridge near Notre Dame, beware of him, I wouldn't be surprised he does this trick a lot to lonely female tourists.
But still, I wonder about my soulmate whereabouts...so, one day,if we ever meet and if you are even real, I will be back there and we'll put our padlock here and the only thing I would regret is all the wasted previous years we lived without one and other.
But until now, je ne regrette rien.

domingo, 5 de fevereiro de 2017

media lies and the fake war on terror


AMAZING...if you still believe in what you see on TV you need to see this!so glad more people with real eyes and brain see this, we are living in a programmed lie brought to us by the media, getting affected by all this staged lies...war on terror is fake, our media is fake, what you perceive as the reality is fake...got it? it's a never ending attack, everything is a lie and that's a fact!

from Paris with love?

As I am going to Paris I decided I should watch a movie called "from Paris with love", I thought it was some kind of comedy but then realized it was just stupid action with guns and Hollywood shit (literally!), it is indeed TV programming, made to program you to fear muslims like if all of them were stupid suicide bombers who have nothing better to do with their lives than blowing themselves up, of course the pakistian are meant to be the bad guys and the chinese the drug dealers, the french passive/agressive and the americans the heroes who save the day from terrorism...honestly one of the worst shit I have ever seen in my life...puff but indeed it programs people by fear without making them realize who started all this fake on terror and invaded peaceful countries and killed tons of innocent people. Something to think about...Hollyweird movies are really biased and shitty, I will just go back to indie european movies...less special effects and celebrities true but bigger and better message.1h40 of my life totally wasted!

sábado, 4 de fevereiro de 2017