'89 should be fine.

Once upon time there was no such thing as the World Wide Web and only few people had cellphones. And cellphones were slightly less portable considering they weighed about three tons or so.

As a child of that time, but an adolescent of today, I'd like to bring some of it back to you and wish you all a good morning. It always amazed me how fun seemed so much more like fun back then. Maybe it has to do with the fact that none of their clothes were matching, or the fact that screaming and singing seemed to be synonyms... Considering that whole Berlin Wall fell and everything, I guess they had reason to party. Can we bring it back, please?

I might want to add that it's past two p.m., and that I should study and... oh, shit I just did.

Oh, well! Take some time to pump up the jam before you dig deeeeeeeep into those books.

Casanova.

Buongiorno Amy

Every now and then I get a little excited... but then there are those greyish days where only Amy can properly capture your mood as you drink your coffee with the wrong kind of sugar, eat your toast with the wrong kind of marmelade and realize you got up to late.

Thank Heaven for cigarettes. And for Amy Winehouse.

Wakey wakey

This is a story about waking up.

Steffen Rachou wakes up and sees...

...this on the floor...

Then he goes to Camikaze's place and realizes that she didn't really wake up yet. He leaves the task to Tiago, the loud Portuguese person...

...as time goes by...

...as cigarettes are being smoked...

...and what the f*ck?

Tiago has not yet succeeded.

So he strikes a pose.

And I think there was a plane crash.

p.s. we're having a hard time coming up with posts... blame it on exams.