Gwennath

Birds of a Feather @ Lótus Bar

Thu, 12 Jan 2006 19:15:38 GMT

Olá a todos! =D

Como já tinha anunciado ali no outro post... a minha bandita vai dar um concerto no Lótus Bar amanhã!
Por isso mesmo aproveito para fazer uma publicidadezita!!! =D

Birds of a Feather in motion

Tue, 01 Nov 2005 13:32:26 GMT

Hi everyone!

Well, I've been really away. School keeps my mind busy and Lys takes the rest of my days (gladly). But still, I've been "wasting" some time on a dream of mine. Me and Lys decided to start a band and we're finally starting to give concerts. So, if you like metal... you'll find 'Birds of a Feather' at http://flying.to/thenest . Also, if you're looking for a band to play somewhere in Lisbon we're up to it. Besides that, we're looking for a cheap'ish studio to record our first songs, and we'd be glad if any of you could help us!

Thank you all!

With love,

Mafalda
http://flying.to/thenest
birdsofafeather@musician.org

Still looking for a damn drummer!

Mon, 04 Jul 2005 11:03:55 GMT

I'm looking down at a delicious chocolate cake, but I'm not really in the mood for it. Today I dreamt that I was back on school, but everything was so different! I could scarcely believe vacations were over that quickly. I started skipping classes, I only remember being at maths and I am sure I was wearing glasses... o_O. Oh... add-on, I wasn't getting a word of what the teacher was saying. I thought I had seen her before. Most of my classmates weren't there. *sigh* Nightmares suck. =P

Anyway... gladly, I'm still enjoying my sweet free days. How I longed for this "I-have-absolutely-nothing-to-do" feeling. But the truth is... I do have many things to do. My mom's getting me on my nerves since she has to point out every five minutes that my room is a mess. I wish I could just move out and take the mess that disturbs her oh-so-much. Well, yeah, as you can see I am generally upset. But I just need a hug! =| SOMEONE GIVE ME A HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUG! *cries*

Well... hum... *cough*... anyway... hey you! Want some chocolate cake? ^^

[The drummer thing is on. Do aaaaaaaaaany of you know a drummer or know a friend that has a friend that knew about a friend whose brother is a drummer... well... pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease tell me about it. =X]

<3-u-all

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(Thank you, my dear Hylian. --; )

Eh =X

Fri, 01 Jul 2005 18:17:25 GMT

Well, I got a comment on my LJ. Thank you Hylian, I know that my LiveJournal might easily be the most interesting thing you've seen in your life! But I'm just waiting for...well, one, two reasons for me to come here and tell everyone about what's going on in my life. I have two against it: First, nobody will read it anyway, second, nobody really cares. =P
So, either I come here to write about how glad I feel that school's over, or just randomly complain about everything that pisses me off, or also make him know how much I love him. Oh, or for any kind of publicity...
By the way! I'm looking for a drummer, if any of you know anyone available just tell me, please please please!

Well... *pokes everyone around*

LOL!

Wed, 15 Jun 2005 14:27:31 GMT

Your Deadly Sins

Pride: 60%

Sloth: 40%

Envy: 20%

Greed: 20%

Lust: 20%

Wrath: 20%

Gluttony: 0%

Chance You'll Go to Hell: 26%

You will become famous - and subsequently killed by a stalker.

How Sinful Are You?

(Era só para dizer que estou viva e feliz... =P E distraída...also bastante cansada... mas feliz. =] )

Erm... yey? oO

Wed, 09 Feb 2005 14:41:39 GMT

you are the "you suck, and that's sad"
happy bunny. your truthful, but can be a bit
brutal.

which happy bunny are you?
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An Ode To Guilherme

Sun, 30 Jan 2005 21:01:47 GMT

Bússola sem Norte

O que é feito de ti, que te cansaste de sentir?
Que tropeças nas tuas certezas indefinidas,
Cais em todas as convicções infalíveis…

Por onde é que te tens deixado dormir?
Ora esticado no teu ego estilhaçado,
Ora enrolado num novelo de apatia…

Qual foi o sorriso que te fez olhar?
Ou mesmo o olhar que te fez sorrir,
Que te fez duvidar e olhar para trás...

O que foi que falhou na tua lógica?
Quando foi que perdeste o fio à meada?
Qual foi a lacuna dos teus cálculos?

E o que é feito de ti, que te perdes de bússola na mão?

Finding friends under my couch.

Sat, 29 Jan 2005 22:33:11 GMT

She was sitting right there staring blankly at the wall. Someone had written angry words under the white paiting long ago. She could see through it. She could also notice his reflection. There was no mirror on the wall. She knew it, she knew he was there, he was looking at her naked shoulder. He wanted to touch her. But he knew that only her chin would touch that skin, the moment she glanced back to tell him what was on her mind. Maybe nothing. She knew he couldn't hold it anymore. His shadow came closer and embraced her carefully, kissing her neck. A cold shiver ran down her spine. He opened his mouth to speak and she fell on the floor, screaming and crying. She crawled along the black, freezing tiled flood, trying to reach for the glass. His hand stretched along it, and she made hers match it. She couldn't even feel her tears flowing freely. He had tracked her down. Her eyes narrowed as she dived into his mind.

He looked through the glass to see her lying there on the black, freezing tiled floor. She was sitting right there, inside his head, staring blankly at her body. She noticed how beautiful she was. They just wished she hadn't committed that crime. They sighed and kissed each other.

They're divine. Even more when they're wrapped up in dirty colourless sheets pretending they're god.

^^

Thu, 13 Jan 2005 22:16:06 GMT

Tue, 11 Jan 2005 19:06:15 GMT

BAAAAAAAAH!

--;

I'm not a goth! =(

You scored as Goth.

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Goth

100%

Loner

94%

Drama nerd

75%

Punk/Rebel

50%

Ghetto gangsta

44%

Geek

38%

Prep/Jock/Cheerleader

25%

Stoner

25%

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Weird Feeling

Thu, 06 Jan 2005 20:46:34 GMT

Intentions swaying sweetly, but still trying hard to stay upright. Feeling dizzy with excitement, everything was spinning around and taking balance away. Going up, to collect this unexpected award and taking a look around. Their pale faces, absent and catatonic. Nothing there, in their eyes. Scared to death, shell-shocked, they couldn’t bear it. They say dreams happen in one’s mind, but that is only because they don’t know how it feels when you’re only half asleep. That’s because they spend their lives thinking or planing enjoyable events that they will never live. And I was right there, lecturing them on happiness. And nothing there, in their eyes. Right there, the smile on my lips was nothing more than a meaningless and empty threat. There, my mind was twirled around their souls, stealing and twisting. Blood in my mouth, as my destiny felt shaped by my mental cruelty. I tasted the lives I ruined when I reached a higher level of it. It is no more the period between birth and death, more than the experience or state of being alive. It is creating. Just like an acquired taste, I found out that darkness is a nice place to live in, since I’m no longer alone. I used to laugh it off, but there is another half of the sky. Although now I hold your hand and there is still nothing in their eyes. They don’t understand, because they don’t know they will have nothing more after the last time their eyes are closed. Enjoy heaven in earth, we suffer no more from stage fright. Even though we’re naked and worn out, tired and used; there is something that shines in here. They no longer disturb me with their ghostly foggy eyes. We’ll soon be turning our backs to the audience.

Weeeeeeeeee!

Tue, 28 Dec 2004 16:37:44 GMT

Vá, um presentinho pa quem quiser! =]

I. Reply to this post, because I would like to say a couple words about you.

II. I will also tell you what song(s) remind me of you when I hear it.

III.I will also tell you what celebrity/movie character/public person you remind me of, either personality-wise or looks-wise, if such a character exists. It might also be fictional.

IV. I will also give ONE WORD that I associate with you when I think of you.

V. We all could use a boost now and then, so steal this for your journal and make someone else's day as well.

blushes

Tue, 21 Dec 2004 20:24:51 GMT

Five seconds,
How long did it take to know you, stranger?
Five minutes,
You’re gone and I miss you so much, already.
Five hours,
And I call, I call for you. I want you so badly…
Five days,
And you took my life, turned it into a dream..

Nothing makes sense without you, now.
You’re reason, you’re will, you’re strength.
And when I sit and wait, I wait for you…
Try to reach, to feel you… you… you…

[Yeah, I'm in love. Yeah, me! Huhuh... =P]

Woooooow!

Fri, 17 Dec 2004 18:12:55 GMT

Hum... Tenho vivido o equivalente a anos nos últimos dias so...gimme a break, guys. =X

Nobody cares about me commenting or not, so... ;P

=|

Thu, 09 Dec 2004 19:56:15 GMT

† Dimebag Darrell † (1966-2004)

If you do want to know more about it... http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1494653/12092004/damageplan.jhtml?headlines=true

*sigh* =| We will all miss him.

Whatever.

Sat, 04 Dec 2004 19:44:49 GMT

Que raio de semana.

E hoje não sei porquê estou com o trauma do Domingo à noite.

Ás vezes há coisas que fazemos pelas pessoas e que para nós são tão especiais... é tão triste quando elas não parecem dar a importância que nós damos.

Bem, hoje estive a ver fotos do ano passado. Esta é do projecto de Oficina de Artes... Quem já tiver entrado no meu quarto já o viu por lá. =P Não sei porquê fiquei muito apegada a ele... Memórias, talvez.

Alguém quer um violino?

Wed, 01 Dec 2004 21:31:07 GMT

"A groan of tedium escapes me, startling the fearful.
Is this a test?
It has to be. Otherwise I can't go on.
Draining patience. drain vitality.
this paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old.

But I'm still right here, giving blood and keeping faith. And I'm still right here.
But I'm still right here, giving blood and keeping faith. And I'm still right here.

I'm gonna wait it out

If there were no rewards to reap,
no loving embrace to see me through this tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.

I'm gonna wait it out

If there were no desire to heal
The damaged and broken met along this tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.

I still may. And I still may.
Be patient.

I must keep reminding myself of this...

If there were no rewards to reap,
no loving embrace to see me through this tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
And I still may. And I still may. And I still may.

I'm gonna wait it out.
I'm gonna wait it out.
Gonna wait it out.
Gonna wait it out."

IMPORTANTE: Pessoal, eu estou a vender o meu violino porque vou comprar uma violeta! =D Por isso, se estiverem interessados ou souberem de alguém que esteja... são 200€ negociáveis com arco, caixa e resina. Estou com alguma pressa em vendê-lo, por isso, ficava eternamente agradecida por qualquer ajuda!

Yey!

Sat, 27 Nov 2004 22:43:54 GMT

Quem é que gostou deste Diário de Bridget Jones? Aquilo até apetece vomitar de sweet que é! Ah well... =P By the way... fui de propósito ver aquela coisa feia de tubos a que chamam a maior árvore de Natal da Europa. Nós realmente por cá só temos as maiores porcarias da Europa. Roflol. Um enorme "peço desculpa" a toda e qualquer pessoa que tenha trabalhado naquilo. =X

Até estou contentinha, hoje... Nos últimos Sábados tenho ido a uma workshop de Arquitectura e arte. Tem sido excelente mesmo, e infelizmente hoje foi a última! Vou ter mesmo saudades daquele pessoal e fiz lá montes de amigos! =D

Bem, a foto de hoje foi tirada para alguém especial... mas sinceramente acho que já não importa muito se é privado ou não.

Hmm...

Sun, 21 Nov 2004 21:22:38 GMT

...e depois há sempre aquelas alturas em que nos viramos na cama e pensamos: "Isto é tudo um sonho... ao menos agora estou deitada."

Hoje tive uma visão de quem sou. O mais giro é que... não sou nem a Gwennath, nem a Eldarwen... eu sou é a Mafalda. E isso preocupa-me um bocadinho porque nunca fui muito fã dela. Posso sempre passar a ser, apesar de tudo.

Depois, viro-me na cama e sou uma mistura de tudo o que já criei à minha volta. Uma mistura das valsas com as tragédias gregas que são as minhas paixões.

...e depois há aquelas noites em que bem de longe me sussurra o mais (in)esperado "Amo-te". Em que eu sussurro de volta... e depois é tudo perfeito excepto as falhas enormes da diferença e da distância. E esqueceste-te de quem eu sou.

E aqueles que já foram, e deixaram de estar.

E o ser altíssimo que provocou a minha derrota. Aquele ser altíssimo que dança atrás do pano branco, e me faz guardar a minha caixa de Pandora bem perto do coração. E como ele deseja um beijo, como deseja a entrega e o amor. Pena não poder ser eu...Oh! Como eu já quis dar-lhe tudo isso...

E flutuo o mais alto que posso, para no segundo seguinte rastejar no chão. Talvez só mesmo porque a minha lingua materna me toca bem lá no fundo. E há coisas que devem ser ditas de consciência cheia. Há coisas que nunca foram ditas com a linguagem do coração e talvez devessem.

...e depois há aquelas coisas que eu nunca vou ouvir por mais que queira.

Se te der um abraço vais entender?

Não há mesmo mais ninguém que entenda isto da forma que eu o faço?

Creative.

Sun, 14 Nov 2004 19:41:08 GMT

Yey! =) Hoje fiz um logozito para o projecto do meu irmão lá da Faculdade.

É mesmo Domingo à noite ou estou a sonhar? =\

Musical... and damn tired.

Wed, 10 Nov 2004 18:27:50 GMT

*sigh* Quero férias!

Sick & Faded

Sun, 07 Nov 2004 21:24:37 GMT

*siigh*

Fim de semana doente é das piores coisas à face da terra. Não fiz nada de nada...

Isto deve ser a depressão do Domingo. É traumatizante viver manhãs à espera de tardes, dias à espera de fins de semana, fins de semana à espera de férias... Passamos a vida inteira à espera para morrer.

Credo...

... and other poison devils.

Sat, 06 Nov 2004 15:04:20 GMT

Where's the key?

Thu, 04 Nov 2004 19:15:52 GMT

Bem, esqueci-me das chaves de casa. Fiquei mais de três horas ao relento à espera de um salvador. Ai as minhas costas... --;

De qualquer forma, aparentemente não sei de muitas outras chaves... onde andam as vossas?

Lost Something In The Middle

Wed, 03 Nov 2004 15:14:42 GMT

We're all so beautiful.

Ah well... where am I?