this is me.
(pronounced [sɐ.uˈdaðɨ] or [sawˈdaðɨ] in Portuguese.
Defined as “a somewhat melancholic feeling of incompleteness. It is related to think back situations of privation due to the absence of someone or something, to move away from a place or thing, or to the absence of a set of particular and desirable experiencies and pleasures once lived.
In the book In Portugal of 1912, A. F. G Bell writes:
The famous saudade of the Portuguese is a vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist, for something other than the present, a turning towards the past or towards the future; not an active discontent or poignant sadness but an indolent dreaming wistfulness.
29 States in America are allowed to refuse gay’s service? — that’s crazy.
Do people still eat/grow Brussel Sprouts? I haven’t laid my eyes on one since ……. i was googoogaga ages. I remember them being horrendously gross. I wouldn’t touch one anytime soon, plus they look like moldy male genitalia …
There are so many lives cut short from auto accidents. It’s crazy how many people around me have lost a friend or a family member because of accidents on the road from situations that can be avoided. In particularly, speeding.
This is going to sound ridiculous and possible more harmful than helpful. When I’m behind the wheel and I spot someone behind me getting all speedy gonzales on the road I slow down a little and if there is a car on the next lane where mr/mrs gonzales is speeding who’s not speeding and i can see mr/mrs gonzales speeding and riding on the others ass trying to overtake i accelerate a lil more so mr/mrs speedy gonzales has no choice but abiding the speed sign!
I admit, when they can’t speed i feel like i won.. and i prevented some stupid shit from happening. I also admit that it sort of feels like a game but i never do it for that reason, for a ‘game’ — that’s why i have Daytona USA. The road is never a game. Heck, life isn’t a game. Slow and steady wins the race right?
i wish i was part of a Glee/Show choir club… dang
When people correct your post… WHEN ITS NOT EVEN INCORRECT. i like that feeling.
Almost dunzo with semester 1 and i’m feeling so inadequate with my progress.. academically and socially speaking. time creeps up on you and then your left with looking back, like dang — what a waste.
i always say i want a challenge, i want out the bubble.. i want to better myself to reach my full potential, whatever that may be. i’m always in this same funk. i did it last year and the year before… its so damn pathetic. i feel motherfucking stuck, there is a simple solution but it seems impossible. i have myself all irritated at myself… you stupid silly fucktwat.
Anyone know if Persol’s are sold in the Philippines?
PO0649 49 or PO02995S
This is an baby Alpaca
This is 100% baby Alpaca
Not digging it at all… i’m not into wild life and nature as such, however i came across this while browsing online and i’m pretty much disgusted.
i admit its little hypocritical for me to say that because i eat meat and you could use that as a rebuttal against this post… but damn, how cute is that little fella.
- Kanye West to Vanity Fair
(too bad you haven’t been consistent with your craft and instead become a fkn starver ego tripper.)
I’m sitting in my Media Studies lecture and all i can think about is climbing a damn tree … i wish there was a huge ass tree up in here.
Had a massive weekend.. hung out with some fun loving folks. 85% of the weekend there was no access to technology (apart from the stereo and devices we used to play our boogie tunes.) — had such a blast, i’m pretty proud of myself that i wasn’t stuck in front of a screen and just soaked up mother nature’s weather (whether it be shining or not!)
- i feel so mothereffin cleansed. its good to be back to reality but i’m going to miss my island dance parties… the next few months are dry spells for my boogie get downs and my abuse of alcohol.