Monday, July 29, 2013

A person doesn't have to be perfect to be exacly what you need.

Enjoying the good oldies is something I do very often. I just don't find the same passion in music today that existed in the 70s, 80s and even in the 90s. So here's my playlist for love songs for today. I literally passed through bipolar states (mania and depression) while listening to these :')


It must have been love - Roxette

Listen to your heart - Roxette

Still Loving you - Scorpions

Bed of roses - Bon Jovi

Believe - Cher

The shoop shoop song - Cher

I don't wanna miss a thing - Aerosmith

Falling in love with you - Elvis


"Façam o Favor de Ser Felizes" - Raul Solnado

Sunday, July 28, 2013

20 Inappropriate Facts About Me


Hi folks! I feel like we're a family here with us hitting almost 30 000 views worldwide so I decided to make a fun post, exposing 20 innapropriate facts about myself. No one is perfect and I couldn't be farther from perfection. Thereby I thought to myself that you all should know that I am as weird as your creepy neighbour. Here are 20 facts about me which are a bit innapropriate:

1.I love children, in general, but I love them much more when they're crying. I find it the cutest thing in the world to see their face go completely red. So much cuteness! (a bit disturbing, right? bear with me, it'll get worse)
2. I own fake hair. Like 50% of my hair, 50 % of the times is fake, if not more. So I literally carry other people's hair on top of my own head. Yes, you're right, it's absolutely gross but no one should ever have to deal with my natural hair. It cannot be tamed. Try and have it for one day and you'll get me just fine. 
3. My fingernails are like magnets for dirt. I keep cleaning them and washing my hands twice in a hour, but they always find a way to get dirty.  While it isn't a hassle, it is a bit gross to see a girl with dirty nails. 
4. I'm always late. Whether you will ask me on a date or it important meeting to attend. Despite my trials, I always find a way to arrive late (Actually some of my best and worst and moments, happened because I was late.)
5. I am the worst patriot in the world. I mean, till this day, I cheat everytime I sing the Portuguese national anthem. There are a few words I am never sure of, so I just mumble them. (Give me a discount. I was born in country, raised in another and now living in a different. what did you expect?)
6. I eat everything until I get nauseated. When I really want to eat something specific, I'll do everything in my power to eat it as much as I can until get sick of it (which always happens within minutes). 
7.  I can be disorganised but never untidy. So if you see me study, I will have lots of papers on my desk, post it notes everywhere, open books, a real mess but you will never see my room or any of my belongings even slightly dirty. I am a bit of a germophobe so I hate dirt.
8. I am slightly strabismic. My eyes go squint every once in a while and this is very noticeble in pictures. 
9. This one time, on my birthday, when I was 9. My cousin and I were playing karate because we both attended karate classes in school and he hit me hard on the lips so pretty much 'till this day I have a small nodule on my upper lip.
10. I don't like to be alone in my house, so I just keep inviting people to come over my house or finding reasons to be out or I just keep the tv on all day long. 
11. I only own two pairs of jeans. I do have other trousers I use sometimes but denim jeans, I only have two pairs which is crazy for a girl.
12. I hate coffee. The taste of it. The smell of it. Everything about it. So, pretty much I have no reason to compulsively go to Starbucks as the rest of the world.
13. My feet sweat extremely and since they're kind of fatty, it's a nightmare to find pretty shoes to wear. 
14. I forget about everything, everywhere, all the time. I would like to have children of my own some day but I am afraid of what kind of mother I'll become. I'm good with birhdays and dates but everything else from keys to mobiles phones, food in the oven and even clothing, I forget. 
16. I like to see myself just in underwear but I don't like how my body looks like with clothes on. 
17. I don't like to share food with other people. Or personal items. Or even just water. I find it gross. I don't know where their hands have been at so I cannot trust them with my stuff. (I have been obligating myself to do these kind of things but it's still hard. It's totally unnatural to me.)
18. I am slightly agarophobic and claustrophobic which means that I start sweating and trembling as if I am about to be murdered whenever I have to a address to a crowd (more than 5 people) or whenever I find myself alone and get somehow closed in small rooms. Reason why I only have a few friends and only take the lift when I'm way too tired to take the stairs or the floor I'm going to is too high. 
19. I love other people's birthday but I hate mine. I like to prepare events and decorate. I love making gifts and trying to get in the mind of the other person to see what she would like to get and see big smiles when they get it because they weren't expecting it but when it comes to my birthday I just want to be left alone.
20. I am an introvert so I lack of any social ability to interact. If a person doesn't capture my attentions from the first moments, I'll probably won't ever direct myself to them, unless they come to me and ask for my help. 
21. I have a really hard time saying No to people. This feature has led to very embarassing and uncomfortable situations already but I still can't do it. I hate the idea of hurting someone else's feelings.  
22. I never pay attention to details so if you haven't noticed that I skipped number 15 and that I mentioned 21 facts instead, you're just like me. 
 
Ok, bear with me, I know you're a bit disturbed with these revelations but I also hope we're better friends because of this moment of true openness.
Mk is the one place on earth in which my feelings have a voice so I have no need to keep any secrets between us. 
Love always and stay tuned,
Tommy


After hearing all this, I doubt a boy will stick around for second date haha ;) 

"Façam o Favor de Ser Felizes" - Raul Solnado

Friday, July 26, 2013

The only routine with me is no routine at all.

Following a routine can be a big plus in your life. It helps you to go through all important matters of the day without the nerves of overloading with stuff to do on the following day. It can be a major time saver, money saver and sometimes even life saver as you will about to understand along the text. 
I've never been one of to follow a routine. My several attempts to live routinely failed majorly (apparently I'm not one to live a detail-planned life) and throughout the years I have been noticing that the unexpected is a highly common phenomenon in my life. I don't get scared any longer. Now almost mechanically I just give myself a couple minutes to process the information, another couple to analyse it and then another couple to kick off the resolution centre for possible solutions. Having to face England and all these challenges made me tougher. I know have the guts to do what I've want, to dream and try to make them reality because regardless the magnitude of challenges I have faced or may be facing in the future, I know that I can always take control of my life and don't let my future writes itself by its own. I'm not saying all this for no particular reason. You see, these last couple days have been crazy.
It all started last night when I went out with a group of workmates of mine. My intention was only to have dinner with them and later come back home. Surprise was mine when I got into the meeting point, expecting a restaurant and finding a pub instead. In a pub they indeed serve food but nothing eatable for a person as myself (a bit picky with food...) but the real problem I saw in it was the likelihood that everybody got drunk, kept drinking non-stop and smoking like it was the end of their lives and myself being left alone having to pretend to have fun (we all know, I suck at acting). However once there (and since they've already seen me), I couldn't simply leave. The group I was expecting was about 12 people with whom I used to work, but once there I noticed some fresh faces (two girlfriends of ex-colleagues and one guy I think it was working in the company and left before I got hired). The evening was overall a disaster. I stayed up until midnight and the guys behaved themselves well up until eleven because of the presence of so many females in the table but once all that vodka, Heineken, Smirnoff, Brandi and whatever else they were drinking got into their bloodstream, they all went mental. Specially the girls. One literally started stripping. One laughing like a horse and the guys just enjoying the show. One of the guys, one that never seemed to like me very much, even though he only saw me drinking sprite all night long, assumed I would actually go for him which was a problem since that guy who I went on a date with a while ago, who was also there and bloody drunk. They almost started fighting but the other guys (two who didn't seem much drunk and still aware, stop them before things got nastier). Anyhow, that was the bottom line for me because I left right. Being very honest, weirdly, part of me felt flattered (I've been feeling pretty down about my looks lately and seeing two guys almost fighting because of me, made me feel a bit better. Just a tiny bit because since they were both really drunk, anythng could have been matter of discussion). But mostly, I felt life threatened, scared and incredibly sure that isn't the type of environment or people I wanted to be around. I'm nothing like them. I also deleted that other guy's phone number and I'm not taking more his calls. I'm sure there is someone out there for me who will be there to protect me sober. I don't need this crap.  
On the following day, I had to wake up with the chickens which was tough as I arrived home at 1 in the morning, to take my gram to a medical appointment. She's been sick for a while now and the blood tests and MRI results have finally come through. So we went to see the doctor to discuss them. The doctor pretty much said that the illness she carries has no cure and they can only prescribe some pain killers to relieve the pain. Of course these aren't good news and I sort of just said 'gram you need to go Portugal to have a real medical appointment. I don't trust these doctors' because that is the truth and the only thing I brought myself to say. Anyhow, she'll be doing that once I come back from my holidays (someone needs to stick around to look after uncle.)
New things rising up didn't end up here. Later today, I took the bus to city centre and I sat where I always sit, which is in the upper floor, on the first row of seats (I like the view from up there). After 10 minutes on the bus while I was listening to music and enjoying the country view, suddenly a dog crosses an intersection running and the bus driver is obligated to make an emergency stop in order not ran over it. Because of my location and lack of protection, I completely splashed against the glass. Everyone gathered around me, including the driver to check if I was okay. I literally flew from my seat to the glass big window. Saved by my forehead who dented my landing. I am fine though. Didn't even got injured, just a head ache as you can imagine. Everybody was also checking each others out which something very nice to see. I've always seen British as cold people and certainly today, they have showed me, their warmer side.
The problems stopped here gladly. I couldn't take anything else today - a bit of overwhelming 48 hours I had as you can see.
Anyhow, I'm fine and counting down the days to come back home. My trip back is now due on next Wednesday, July 31st. I couldn't be happier. I can't wait to be home with my family and hang out with my best friend. I may even perhaps go on a 4 days trip to Algarve with my cousin. She wants me to be her 'wing-woman' (how I met your mother fans will get it) and since I would really appreciate some freshness in my life, this might a fun adventure to be part of. We'll see.
I'm off to bed now bloggers.
Thanks for your patience to read my unloading
Will you still love me
When I got nothing but my aching soul?

Love always,
Tommy
PS. Those videos on YouTube where people show how to make some crafty work, it makes everything look much simpler than it actually is, right? or am I just really bad at it (very likely)?
Lana has grown on me. I learned to like her very slowly right after the initial fever (everyone was talking about her songs in a bout 2 years ago. you must remember) have passed away. Now, after some time listening to her music I think she is terrific performer and amazing singer. Do you agree?

"Façam o Favor de Ser Felizes" - Raul Solnado

Sunday, July 21, 2013

I dream of a place called home.

Hi netheads! What's up?
Hope you had a nice weekend and may you all enjoy a nice week. 
Well, as regards to my previous post. I would like to apologise for it. Well, because I sound somewhat ungrateful. There are so many people in the world with so much less than me and I just complain. I really should learn how to get over myself. And I also know that although, I terribly miss my siblings (the idea of coming home and not seeing them is devasting...), they're always with me all the way through, whenever, wherever, whatever and forever. Furthermore, I have my mom and dad, my cousin and my best friends who are going to be there to see and spend time with me. :)
My life isn't bad. I just have to get over myself and understand that there is life beyond my personal crisis. There are a lot more interesting things in my life to focus on. I guess I was feeling down because I've been tired, stressed and really busy. So my judgment wasn't its best days yesterday.
Anyhow, I'm fine, as always. Focusing on one day at a time and being thankful for what I have instead of sad for what I don't. 
Moving on, I'm a big fan of Brandi Carlile and I guess any follower of this blog must have noticed that already.  Whether she's covering a song or had written it, everything she sings has simply that magical atmosphere and very peculiar sound that one cannot simply not fall for it. In my opinion, this is a great debut of an incredible song by Kim Richie to which I relate deeply. 
I think that's all for tonight, folks. 

It's not hard to see, anyone who looks at me
Knows I am just rollung stone
Never landed any place to call my own
To call my own



Love always, 
Tommy

PS. The Carlile family is so talented! So much talent together, you should check some videos on youtube of Brandi singing with her mother as well xx

My head is a mess.

The issue of attractiveness hits us all. It is an universal desire to feel beautiful for ourselves - when we look at the mirror - or through the eyes of someone we care about. As any other teen, all my life I have struggled about my looks and accepting myself as I am in reality. I think, well I know, that I am fat (and it's not like I don't do anything about it. I exercise a lot. More than most people but I still don't lose all this weight I have no idea how I acquired it since I never was one to eat much). On the good side I do like the fact that my skin is mostly soft, smooth and dark but I hate being this dark. It sucks taking photos and barely seeing yourself on them..My eyes are like weird, I can't quite explain it...they don't help the cause. My fatty arms and legs don't make me look any nicer regardless the amount of fashionable clothing I buy to myself. My face is asymmetrical, weirdly squared and incredibly expresssive so I don't much like it in general. If I were to go on, this post would have at least a 1500 words including mentions to several parts of my body and personality that I despise.
Lately I have been drowning myself on other people's problems so I don't have to face mine. I despise my looks; I can't name a single talent of mine; I can't see a single good feature on my body; I can't mention a single aspect of my personality I find interesting. But the very worst is that I don't even care anymore. I care enough to check my weight - that doesn't escape much from the usual - daily but not beyond it. I don't care about anything else. It's like I neglected the person I think I am and accepted that I'm simply not worthy the trouble. It's sad to say this and obviously the psychologist part of me and I have been working on trying to lift my self esteem and thoughts but so far no meaningful results.
Perhaps this downward spiral is due to spending several nights alone in a house filled with mirrors. Perhaps is due to spending part of Summer in England where there is no such thing as summer. Perhaps is due to problems that keep arising and stress or something else, I don't know...
However what I do know is that depression is starting to get to me heavily. I don't think I have any potential. I know that I should have one. That I might have one, I just can't see it. I believe that through hard work I may not totally fail in life because that's how I got everything I own (nothing has never simply been handed to me. I never found a single penny walking on the streets) but despite my good intentions, I will never excell in anything because I don't have the special tools to do it.
I don't know. On the one side it's so clear to me that I need to accept myself  with every flaw and see my potential in order to someone else do it in the future. And even though I have been trying, really trying, I can't seem quite to see myself any better. 

Love will find a way to bring me back to life,
I wanna believe, I really do.
Love always, 



Tommy

PS. I really hope each and all of you are fine. Happy Sunday :)

"Façam o Favor de Ser Felizes" - Raul Solnado

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

It's the wrong kind of time to be thinking of you - The end.

January 2011

After all they've been through, they couldn't expect a better end. It was it. No more running. No more hiding. No more lying. It was the end of everything they knew... including them. 
I guess in the end things work out the way they're meant to be. You seldom get what you want because if you did, you'd ended up missing something that you really needed. 
I'm not one of those fellas who rely much on fate but I do believe it rules part of your life. Sometimes, fate is on your side and everything goes as you wish but most of times, well, most of times, you’ve kind of settle on your own destiny by taking control of your life. 
In one way or another, no matter how it ends up to be, in the end it will always be about the chances you taken, because regardless what they put you through, that make up who you are as a person and that's the only thing you take away with you.

Ivy last thought was something happy. She thought how good it was to be with him one last time. To be laid out with him like a Queen on the silence they now own. Her life was vanishing through her thin and tired fingers and even though she was in immeasurable pain, she still thought of him. It was the wrong kind of time to be thinking of him.

Dave very last thought is still unknown. Certainly people 'till this day remember him as hero. Certainly people 'till this day leave flowers at his grave. And above certainty and doubt, he was surely the happiest corpse I've ever seen.

I will always remember Ivy Anne Twaine. Her manic side. Her depressive side. Her crazy adventurous side. She died the person she always craved to be. Her living memory is with me and only me. No one else remembers her. No one else was her but me.

"Be of good cheer. The hour of your deliverance will come.
The soul of freedom is deathless.
It cannot and will not perish"
Winston Churchill

The end.


© 2013 Tomazia Galhardo

But I'd be yours if you'd be mine


Love always,
Tommy

"Façam o Favor de Ser Felizes" - Raul Solnado