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Don't go wasting your emoooooooooooooootioooooooooooon... Acordar com músicas na cabeça é do piorio. -- I wasnt jealous before we met Now every woman I see is a potential threat And Im possessive, it isnt nice Youve heard me saying that smoking was my only vice But now it isnt true Now everything is new And all Ive learned has overturned I beg of you...... Dont go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me It was like shooting a sitting duck A little smalltalk, a smile and baby I was stuck I still dont know what youve done with me A grown-up woman should never fall so easily I feel a kind of fear When I dont have you near Unsatisfied, I skip my pride I beg you dear...... Dont go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me Dont go sharing your devotion Lay all your love on me Ive had a few little love affairs They didnt last very long and theyve been pretty scarce I used to think that was sensible It makes the truth even more incomprehensible cause everything is new And everythin...

Há uns posts atrás, a Wee colocou um poema que era basicamente uma descrição dos horrores da guerra. O poeta que o escreveu morreu precisamente na guerra que tentava descrever, daí ter uma visão tão exacta e visual do assunto. Actualmente não só a guerra em si é horrível como também a perspectiva de que possa haver guerra. Assim como criámos condições para tornar a nossa vida mais confortável curando doenças, inventando melhores meios de transporte, também criámos modos de nos destruirmos cada vez mais terríveis. Tornando as consequências ainda piores do que eram há uns anos atrás. O poema lembrou-me de um diálogo no filme de 1995, realizado por Tony Scott: Crimson Tide (Maré Vermelha). Também ele acerca de guerra claro... Capt. Ramsey: At the Naval War College it was metallurgy and nuclear reactors, not 19th-century philosophy. [Stifled laugh] Capt. Ramsey: "War is a continuation of politics by other means." Von Clausewitz. Hunter: I think, sir, that what he was actually ...

Ora eu já sou uma pessoa muito Pearl Jammica (se ainda não sabiam pronto, ficam agora a saber), mas esta semana e a anterior tenho andado mais Pearl Jammico do que o costume. Assim, o que é que há a fazer? Isso mesmo! Chatear os outros e tentar faze-los ficar Pearl Jammicos também. Peço perdão mas tem de ser! :D He could’ve tuned in, tuned in But he tuned out A bad time, nothing could save him Alone in a corridor, waiting, locked out He got up outta there, ran for hundreds of miles He made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree The wind rose up, set him down on his knee A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw Delivered him wings, "Hey, look at him now" Arms wide open with the sea as his floor Oh, power, oh He's.. flying Whole… High.. wide, oh He floated back down 'cause he wanted to share His key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere But first he was stripped and then he was stabbed By faceless men, well, fuckers He still stands And he st...

Why I Design Fixed-Width Websites February 17, 2009 by chicgeek Filed under Design Stuff Leave a comment ShareThis "It has to be said. The role of a website designer is intrinsically that of an employee. Every design is heavily influenced by others’ opinions, whether these opinions belong to a specific client or to the general public. Essentially, it is for the whim of others that a designer works. Despite this, every good web master (or mistress) skillfully imposes their own personal style on their work. Designers develop individual preferences and predilections based on their experiences both as a coder and a viewer. It is through considerations of both of these roles, consumer and creator, that a final design is determined. A fixed-width design (top) and a fluid-width design (bottom) A designer makes many decisions when creating a website: navigation, colour palette, font, and use of graphics, ...

Dulce et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots, But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of gas-shells dropping softly behind. Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! — An ecstasy of fumbling Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time, But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.— Dim through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams before my helpless sight He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin, If you coul...

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I here declare that I officially hate Windows Vista and Dot Net Nuke.

Stay lover, stay don't just leave me this way, With nothing left to go on with. Is there nothing you could say, before you turn and walk away, I can't believe your heart, there's something wrong with it Whatever happened to you? She said whatever has to change It could easily be rearranged. This sort of thing that's not new to me But now when I'm looking at your face, there is hardly any traces of this sort of love that’s so good to me And I must sing this from the heart about our sudden love gone wrong right from the start. Whatever happened to you? (x2) Tell me now, you tell me now You run, lover, run. I have cared for you all along. Ever since I first fell for you. It's still a very special song and now it's made it's all begone But you know it always did work so well for you (??) And I must sing this from the heart, about our sudden love gone wrong right from the start. Whatever happened to you (X2) Oh, you're cold, lover, cold living alone in th...

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Hoje usei a minha assinatura andante quase no seu potencial total. Andei de bus, metro e comboio. Se tivesse de comprar uma assinatura para cada um dos transportes ficar-me-ia caríssimo! Agora, se todos os meus dias fossem como este, acho que era o mais bem gasto dinheiro que alguma vez eu gastaria. Pode ter muitos problemas e não funcionar sempre bem, mas 3 em 1?! Parece-me muito bem.

Ontem, milhares de trabalhadores Britânicos da indústria do gasóleo sairam do seu trabalho, numa sequência de manifestações que se têm vindo a realizar desde a passada quarta-feira, em protesto contra a contratação de cidadãos Portugueses e Italianos para essa indústria. Os protestos e greve em várias refinarias ao longo do país foram provocados pela decisão da empresa de construção Italiana IREM SpA que iria utilizar nomeadamente empregados de origem Italiana e Portuguesa num projecto de £200milhões a tomar lugar na refinaria da Gasolineira Total em Lindsey, no Nordeste de Inglaterra. Estes protestos parecem ser influenciados pelo aumento de desemprego significativo no Reino Unido ao longo dos últimos meses que agora se encontra a 6.1% e pelo medo de que a tendência seja para esta situação piorar. O sindicato representante destes trabalhadores afirma que este protesto não é directamente contra os trabalhadores estrangeiros mas sim contra as empresas estrangeiras a operar no Reino U...