segunda-feira, 24 de dezembro de 2007

A night @ Portugal

I spent almost more than 6 months without having the pleasure of going out in Portugal. Taking the opportunity that I am here for X-mas to visit my family and friends, I was challenged to make a by night in Cascais with the rhythm of Warsaw... Actually, I had this thought since I started the bohemian life I am having currently in Poland.

The warm up I will not tell you what I did because it is quite embarrassing. Then, I went straight to Lisbon. It is impressive how many guys go out at night in Portugal. And the girls that go out as well, hummm, I do not even want to comment on that. Moreover, I think I am becoming more polish than ever, enrooting their thoughts and beliefs in my veins. I tell you this because I am becoming very racist and xenophobic. And Portugal is changing to a multiracial and multicultural country, losing all its identity and welcoming all shit from all the countries around. It sounds like US, the toilet of the world. To tell you the truth I feel unsafe here. At least in Poland, you have the white apes and you more less can expect what will go on, but here, expect the unexpected, and here people are like a band of chacals, where the number of members is what really matters and the courage not.

After all this, the best was to go back to Portugal and go straight to Cascais, to a place called Jezebel Club. In modern usage the name of Jezebel is used to as a synonym for a hussy or controlling whore. Well, at a first glance, the name of the club can be quite appealing, but it is not. Nevertheless, I have to say we had an entrance of kings. One of my friends knows the doorman, so we were not waiting outside more than 1 min, when the cue was numbering more than 100 people waiting to enter.

First thing that popped up into my mind, BOTTLE. I ordered a bottle of Vodka and the barmaid ask me in what name should the bottle stay with. Only in Portugal people buy a bottle just to get in clubs and the bottle sometimes stays there for 6 months undrinkable… what a waste!!! So I answered her back that the bottle will be drunk all night or the rest should stay for some pecker woods that are always waiting for somebody to pay them a drink. I bought a bottle of Vodka that according to the barmaid it was one of the best in the world and they best they had in the club. Well, it is her job to try and sell her products but I have to say that hangover is the best evaluator of the quality of the drinks. I have to say that I do not remember in the recent future to feel as bad as I was on the following day. In Poland, for half of the price I have better vodka which will not give me an hangover such as that one.

Second thing that popped into my mind, girls. The eternal question of how to meet Portuguese girls in clubs is still unsolved. Nobody is dancing, nobody is having fun, and everybody is more interested to compare and to watch what other people are doing. It simply SUCKS. People look like some crash test dummies with a straw stucked up in the ass and partying like zombie puppets. Nothing that I was not expecting. And what even pisses me off is that is always the same people, the same faces, the same scenes, etc. I thought one of the best marks of mankind is evolution and development but here it seems that the time stopped. It is sad but it is true.

Fortunately, I do not live here anymore and what is great is that I will return to Poland in a couple of days. The reverse side of the coin is that I cannot take my family and show them what the world can offer to us. I would like to emphasize is that I am not saying that Poland is the best country to live in, but is better than staying here…

quarta-feira, 19 de dezembro de 2007

The day I shooted a commercial for tv in Poland

Dziekuje bardzo Roy... OBRIGADO POR ME TERES FODIDO A VIDA...

sábado, 8 de dezembro de 2007

Friends a.k.a. A.D.O.

I would like to take this opportunity to apologize myself for being so far away from my blog but latetly my life took a turn of 180º. Nevertheless, I always fulfill my committements. As so, I am here to continue the work that I have started almost one month ago.

Unfortunately this post will be a call of attention to my FRIENDS or to the people I was considering as such. For the past few weeks, the expression of AMIGOS DA ONÇA (there is no expression in english for this so please contact me and I will give you a brief explanation about it) has been introduced to my circule of friends in Warsaw. Actually, I was considered to be the only one among ourselves but the true is that there is A.D.O. in each one of them. I was called such because I have a problem to be a very good looking guy which all girls of Warsaw and Poland as well would like to have as a boyfriend. Therefore, when I go out the possibility of creating the sensation and phyco masturbation in girl´s mind is 100% sure to happen. Every girl we meet has this desire to know me. So if they are speaking to my friends, it is just a subtile way to go straight to their goal.... which is ME, Gonçalo Nuno Ferreira Amaro Silva. Their approach is quite well thought but they should put themselves in my shoes and try to imagine what will be of me in my inner circule. This leads to situations that sometimes I am speaking and flirting with girls that were speaking to my friends before or had relationships with them. On my friends´ eyes I am an A.D.O. just because they WANT ME and that i am trying to steal them which is not true. I have this problem as I told you and it is my parents fault coz they were the ones to create this human being called Gonçalo Nuno Ferreira Amaro Silva.

Inverting the situations I have just realized that I am living in Warsaw for the last 6 months in a flat which I considered it was mine. As a good friend, I invited Roy to come here to warsaw this weekend and I was glad to offer in the sofa of my loft. It was the minimum I could do. Yesterday night, due to certain situations which I will not fall on details, Roy was leaving Cinnamon before me to go home and I gave him the keys. So far so good, I would arrive later and I was expecting that the door would be open (again I say it would be the minimum he could do... I do not want to have false expectations such as having some wild party with some unexpected guesses, but that would be asking to much from Roy). Well I got home and I was amazed that nobody was there to open the door. I rang, I called, I kicked, I did everything. Door steal closed. My only thought was, I hope is there with somebody or sleeping with someone somewhere else. Perfect! That was my mistake...

Summing up, I went to an hotel. Now you could ask me "but you do not have more friends in Wawa". My answer to you, yes I have but NOBODY... and I mean NOBODY answered my call for help... E o Amigo da Onça sou EU????? O BURRO SOU EU?????? aarahrahrharhra.... Finally when I woke up, once again I tried to enter home and nothing. I went to my other friend´s house... humm let me rephrase it... I went to my other ADO´s house, even with lunch delivery at home... and for my surprise I saw Roy sleeping on his sofa...

I do not like to repeat myseft but.... E O BURRO SOU EU????? O RUIM SOU EU????? ahahhaaha

I better stop coz I must prepare another by night in Wawa and I could stay here for ages writting about these so called FRIENDS...

segunda-feira, 19 de novembro de 2007

The day that I almost celebrated the 2nd World Cup in a row...

It started as any given sunday after a very long party… Before we even planned to make the championship, we had a very healthy meal at Jeff’s, where the main topic was the previous night… for any details, please contact me through 507876191. The good part is that we always remember about the good moments and by divine intervention we tend to forget about the worst ones.

Friends getting together in front of a huge LCD, as PES World Cup was about to begin, around 18 p.m... Five teams were looking for the prize. Gonçalo, former champion of the world with his mighty and brave players of Gana, trying to bring the first world cup trophy to the African continent. Rodrigo, with his calculist Italian team, waiting for his opponents´ mistakes. João playing with Portugal, where pontifies the best striker in the world, NUNO GOMES (of course I am being ironic… but benfica supporters such as Rodrigo… well better not even comment coz on the other day one even said that he was better than Pipo Inzaghi from AC Milan – this is the proof that alcohol and drugs are harmful to your body). Roy a.k.a. Rui Tirameisso (translation to English is take it off – I think I do not need to explain the meaning), with his powerful Argentina. For last, but none the least, Tiago, debuting with the polish squad, ready to make some mess and of course, to do some damages in their opponents’ legs. The set and the bets are done. The Tournament is about to begin.

I will skip to the last game, where two teams had the opportunity to celebrate the victory. Looking at the table, Argentina was leading the championship with 8 points, after winning Gana, in a match where the influence of the referee was quite evident. Italy was 2nd with 7 points, without any chance of being what so ever (the only chance was to revalidate is 2nd place which can be called very politely as the first place of the last). Gana was in 3rd place with 6 points and about to face Portugal at the last match of the championship. Everything was at Gonçalo´s hand. Unfortunately, once again the uncultured African players were facing 14th players, as the influence of referee team has to be questioned. Once again, the African people were put aside. This seems to be clear and some players of Gana, namely PIMPONG, the best left winger of the tournament, are at this precise moment on food strike in front of FIFA´s Headquarters, trying to put some sense and trying to get a sportive truth (I hope the translation of Verdade Desportiva is well done – expression which is so many times used by individuals such as Valentim Loureiro or Luís Felipe Vieira).

Well, bottom line of this, I was not champion again because of outside factors, where I could include the so called “THE PRESSURE” (This will be a subject for a next post). Moreover, another excuse is that this time there was no prize money so the motivation for the African players was clear. And if by any chance I am not being impartial and only explaining my side of this championship, you are totally mistaken…

P.S.: I ended at the 4th place. Putting myself in Rodrigo’s shoes and try to see always some positive angle, I have to say that I was in second place… counting from the bottom…

domingo, 18 de novembro de 2007

And what if?

How many times have you asked yourself this question? This subject came into my mind when my boss, João (desculpa mas tenho que referir nomes uma vez que se temos um nome é para nos diferenciarmos uns dos outros e se a tua maezinha te disse que te chamavas assim, temos que te tratar por esse nome), had the opportunity to have sex with 2 girls and our other friend, Guilherme, but…. He did not take the chance. Why? DO YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW WHY? If it was me, I would say it was the pressure that everybody puts on me but in his case… MOET. And the question is “what is MOET”? Simple, it is a sparkling wine produced by inducing the in-bottle secondary fermentation of wine to effect carbonation. Usually people drink it to celebrate some event, such as weddings, New Years Eve, etc. In João´s case it is completely different. Every moment is time to celebrate. So on Friday we wanted to celebrate something (We are still trying to guess what) and he ordered 3 bottles of that type of wine (FYI: bottles of vodka in Odessa, Ukraine cost 12 euros). For what? Just to be sleeping at his door steps thinking what if he was not so drunk he would be on a crazy house party? Would not be this a good reason for him to stop drinking? Well people have to do taugh choices in life and this will be one he will have to decide on his own. If you want my opinion... keep drinking and dreaming :P.

But coming back to the main subject, yesterday I had a similar situation. And what if I had came home with 3 girls? For sure I would not be posting this entry in my blog and I would be doing something else, but again, I made my choice (frakinhoooooo). And what has to be done, has to be done and it is stronger than me. I promised to myself and to my readers that I would post no less than 3 or 4 comments and I do not want them to be unhappy. This is the pressure that I have to live day by day. Which will be one of the topics of the following posts because I want to be coherent with everything I write and there must be a line of thought.

My question for you is: And what if Baroni did not exist? Would you be reading this bullshit? :P

quinta-feira, 15 de novembro de 2007

Unbreakable

Well it seems that I am not taking my blog with the proper passion I should but on the last few days either I have been resting from the last weekend and preparing the upcoming one at the same time…

The news is that again it will be a very calm one… not to mention that THE CARABINERI will be together again (Boss, Baroni, Cara, Santo… and the latest acquisition ROY). BUUUUUUcetaaaaaaaaa!

But so far I did not write anything about the topic of this posting, so lets change the subject… Unbreakable, a well known movie with Bruce Willis and Samuel L. Jackson, which I strongly recommend, means that something or someone is impossible or difficult to break.

I could give you several examples to define unbreakable but I will focus mainly on two: stamina and women. Lets start from women. Are women unbreakable? For this simple question there is only one simple answer: NO!!!!!! The only thing that is implicit to an unbreakable woman is the time you take to break the ice. It can take 1 sec just with a glance when you are crossing down the street or partying somewhere; in can take some weeks whenever you are trying the “preliminaries” (cinema, dinner, coffee, a walk in the park, etc).; or years when you really find that the love of your life was always next to you as you best friend (PS: rewinding this conversation, have you notice already how much those preliminaries costs? Have you compared then with the market of “professional” career women? Just a suggestion, for both men and women, economically and financially speaking, check and compare the turnover of such investments :P). Since the last few months, I am facing a lot of those challenges, but at the same time pointless. The more I try to understand them… the less I know and the dumber I get. Mainly is my fault but people are getting stranger day-by-day. Why to be unbreakable when the obvious will happen sooner or later? Why to waste time? Older people always advised: “why to leave it for tomorrow, if I can and should do it today?”. They were right, time is precious and life is short (especially mine as I think I will not go on after 30). Shit, now I realized that I could write all night about this, but actually I am not in a mood for that as I have to plan calmly the next unbreakable…

Just to end this senseless posting, I have to say that my stamina is unbreakable… Work, Gym, Kickboxing, Karate, typing but NO SEX… even with it I would still be UNBREAKABLE…

But no more of this… see you next time…

sábado, 10 de novembro de 2007

The Beginning

Well, I am feeling like the first time I did it… you know? SEX… I was a virgin for quite a long time when related to blogs and stuff like that… Actually, after a very calm night as yesterday… and waking up with a hangover of a life time… I decide that I had to take such a huge step like this one (only comparable to getting married).
My intention is to be very straight and give some details about the life I am having through out this world (apparently very short one and not healthy at all)…
We will keep in touch and if you have any comments or doubts, please forward them to me and I will answer you asap… AND I AM NOT TELLING YOU ABOUT LAST NIGHT… coz I don’t remember at all :P