domingo, 14 de novembro de 2010









If you ever wondered where to get a Ring just like the one Stefan and Damon wear on the Vampire Diares, read carefully! A friend of mine is besides many artistic skills, the Lady of the rings you are looking for. And the shoes here, are just to amuse you, because i know Woman love them. Shoes are one greatest thing´s Portugal manufactures with great quality, most of them are produced in the North. Heres a perfect example of great design and quality.
The ones from the photo are made of pink satin and as some turquoise stones.

Autor´s contact:
Contact Lusty!
Marisa Silva:
lustycapuccino@gmail.com
Look for her Blog here.

Os Estados Unidos da America, são os país como mais processos judiciais no mundo, e tambem os mais “estúpidos” que possamos imaginar, eis alguns exemplos:

The united States, are thew country with more lawsuits in the world, some of them are really… stupid! Here´s a few:

1 - The mother of a Helen Tyson Middle School sixthgrader has sued Principal Curtis Spann and teacher Virginia Hargrove for their decision not to grant her son full credit for reading two Harry Potter books.

Yep, she did

2 -The truth in advertisement: This man found that beer companies lied to him in the “ads” that displayed social drinking and being able to pick up girls easier when drunk… also, drinking beer made him feel a bit sick, instead of simply not drinking, he sued.

3- And now, who is responsible for bad dates? and idiotic spending on dates… well in the U.S. someone must answer…

A man named Joe, spent more than $330,000 over the past two years trying to woo Mary Toon, a woman he thought would become his bride.

His fourth bride.

She didn’t.

And now he wants his money back.

Do I smell a lawsuit brewing?

You betcha!


A quem nunca aconteceu o espectaculo de ao final da noite, estar completamente estafados e desejar a cama como se não houvesse amanhã? Até aí tudo bem, seja qualquer a razão da estafa. Mas quando nos deitamos e estamos prestes a adormecer, o que nessas noites é incrivelmente rápido, eu diria até 2 minutos no Maximo! Até que depois o inicia o espectaculo.. de sermos atacados por mosquitos! Temos duas opções, ou tentamos dormir praticamente todos cobertos pelo lençol, apesar de estar um calor infernal, porque ou é isso ou a nossa cara é violada repetidamente por predadores voadores, a as marcas notam-se logo pela manhã, ao espelho quando lavamos a cara e lavamos os dentes. Aquelas marcas vermelhas inchadas de quem alimentou um mosquito para uma semana inteira.
O que nos irrita profundamente, perdemos pelo menos uma hora de sono enquanto acendemos a luz da mesa de cabeceira de vez em quando, e tentamos localizar algures o moskito a fugir, possivelmente em direcção a uma parede parede, a qual jogamos olhares intensos para localizar pontos negros na mesma. Esperamos ver aquela amostra de insecto a voar em direcção à parede, para lhe podermos aplicar a chinelada final, eu creio que é das poucas oportunidades que ainda temos de manifestar todo o nosso instinto animal, que ao que parece ainda temos algures nos nossos genes. Não tenho outra alternativa senão fazer o que a natureza nos manda, pois estou a ser atacado por um mosquito pela pior forma que ele é capaz de me atacar, da mesma forma que se estivesse na savana, um leão durante a noite também o faria. Não há contemplações neste caso, ou és tu ou ele! Se este mosquito pudesse, também me teria matado à chupada, por isso, levas com o jornal que me deram hoje no metro, ou então as Havaianas… é mesmo o que tiver mais à mão, seu sacana. (ou dizendo melhor sua sacana, visto os mosquitos que chupam sangue serem fêmeas ao que parece) Se ao menos me tivesses deixado descansar em paz… Agora é a tua vez!



Short Stories
31 st May (journal)

One big thing today is quite Facebook day! Witch is a day people are so hungry apparently about the privacy policy and just…general suckeg on Facebook.com that they are leaving Facebook foreeeveeer!!!
To…. uh, eventually come back in two weeks and realize none of their friends really liked them. Yeah I think Facebook is really messed up, but I don’t know… I don’t really use personal information, and even if the guy that runs Facebook is a huge twat, I like his website, even if he stole the ideia. And if you wanna join my facebook? Here it is


http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/tiago.pt


15 October (journal)

Douchebag story:

A Guy Who was into play counterstrike was so hungry that his carachter was killed by some random dude over the internet, that he spend the next 6 months trying to find this guy!
Found him, and stab him in the chest luckily his stabbing skills were just as bad as his counter strike skills and didn´t kill the guy, missed the heart by two inches.
Now, i know what you´re thinking... you might think this is the messed up part of the story, but it gets actually more messed up, because he´s only getting two years in jail! And off course anger management therapy… witch seams the justified punishment for... an attempted murder!!

Wait….that was sarcasm.



Richard Gere and the gerbil story

The rumor that started all this fuss goes something like this:
Several years ago, "they" say, Richard Gere was admitted into the emergency room of a Los Angeles hospital with a foreign object lodged in his rectum. Some say Gere was alone when he arrived, others say he was accompanied by a friend (e.g., former love interest Cindy Crawford). In any case, an x-ray was taken and it was determined that the foreign object was a gerbil (either alive or dead, depending on who tells the story). Mr. Gere was rushed to surgery, where it took an entire team of doctors to extract the animal from his behind. Some variants say the gerbil was found to have been shaven and declawed; others claim the animal had been placed in a special plastic pouch. Still others insist the poor creature was Gere's own beloved pet (appropriately named "Tibet" in this variant). In any event, when the gerbilectomy was done the medical team was sworn to secrecy — unsuccessfully, we must conclude — and Gere went on his merry way, suffering no permanent harm other than to his reputation.


"Is it true?" you ask.