O ímpeto de escrever. O hábito de ler alguma coisa interessante (uma frase, uma ideia) e pensar que gostaria de a partilhar no modus. Convenhamos: old habits die hard. When they actually die, acrescente-se. Ou, como cantavam os Air Supply: Seems like yesterday my life had begun As we went through life Tryin’ to make it so much fun And I know that I’m still in love with you Cause you’re one bad habit that I can’t refuse Old habits die hard Old habits die hard Life’s been strange to me since you’ve been gone And it’s so hard tryin’; to say that I was wrong Now I know that I’m still in love with you Cause you’re the one bad habit that I can’t refuse Old habits die hard Old habits die hard You know and I know that you can’t live on memories alone There’s just one memory that I’m thinking of Just one habit that I can’t shake off, it’s you Old habits die hard Old habits die hard And there’s just one memory I’m thinking of Just one habit that I can’t shake off, it’s you Old habits die hard Old habits die hard Criston Barker & David Moyse.