Fitness

Não sou grande fã de modas. Entenda-se, prefiro coisas que durem no tempo - os chamados clássicos - em relação às coisas passageiras e de curta duração.
A moda do "sustentável" em relação ao ambiente e o "frenesim" à volta dos ginásios deixam-me perdido. Não é que não ache importante a questão do ambiente e da prática desportiva como uma forma de vida saudável. O que me chateia é o facto de se tratarem mais de "modas" do que de "clássicos"/"intemporais". E é neste estado de espírito que eu deixo aqui uma pequena citação que me coloca um "green" de orelha a orelha:

"The physics-inspired theory that says what goes up must come down applies to everything except one gravity-challenged item: weight gain!"

Cissoko

À boa maneira do futebol, aguardam-se resultados dos exames médicos para concretizar a transferência de "clube".
Ansioso por Terça-Feira. Não vá o diabo tecê-las e criar um novo "caso Cissoko"!

Wise advice

Paper words from a paper heart

Richard Dunn: Richard regarded his solitude as something sacred. As a well earned badge of honor. A cloak to be worn as his safety. Solitude is who he was. This caused those in his life to view him with a barely veiled contempt . Maybe it was because he gave nothing and received nothing in return. In any case, the situation had become intolerable. The closest things he had to friends were either imaginary or extinct. Richard had reached a point in his life where it was no longer enough. And then he met a girl. And she was warm and she was sad and she was maybe lonely in a way that reminded him of himself. And she knew things and she taught him. And Richard thought: “Maybe this is what friendship feels like.”
Maybe.
It was just a glimpse that had barely began, really. But in those long few winter days, she’d given him so much. Enough so that Richard could go on. And what had he given her? Just a few words on a page. Not much, perhaps. But for Abby, he hoped it was enough.

Crença popular

Existe uma crença popular que nos remete para o facto de o segredo para se saber se alguém gosta ou não de alguém está em saber ler os olhos. Nunca, como hoje, tive tanta facilidade em fazê-lo.

I'm just...

Firsts comes step 1.

(Casual)

Then, step 2.

(Getting to know each other)

Step 3 comes just before...

(Pretty much liking each other)

...step 4...

(Commitment)

...wich comes right before step 5.

(Big decisions for yourself...)

Finally, step 6 - the Big one.

(...and - oh well - for everybody else)

...missing the stairway.

Não desiludiu

Andy: Now Woody, he's been my pal for as long as I can remember. He's brave, like a cowboy should be. And kind, and smart. But the thing that makes Woody special, is he'll never give up on you... ever. He'll be there for you, no matter what.

Mais que mil palavras

(e a forma como aos 6/7 anos eu conseguia expressar a minha peculiar forma de gostar de alguém melhor do que algum dia no futuro o farei)

Why do we fall?

So we can learn how to pick ourselves up.

Acabou mais uma etapa

...because I'm free
nothing's worrying me!