sexta-feira, 12 de junho de 2009

Meu dia de aniversário!

Bom, como começar? Digamos q comecei a ler um livro q ganhei ontem da minha amiga, uma crônica gigante ou romance da Nina Lemos, a ditadura da moda. Queria ter a facilidade de pensar e escrever ao mesmo tempo, mas ñ dá. Meus pensamentos voam muito mais rápido. E ñ consigo me concentrar como boa geminiana e mulher moderna q quer fazer td ao mesmo tempo: passar fotos da balada de ontem pro computador, falar com todo mundo online, no twitter, msn, chat do google e ainda querendo ligar p minha amiga p me auto-convidar pra reunião do clube da luluzinha em pleno dia dos namorados! E viva a solteirisse ou solteirice!? Nunca sei escrever essas palavras inventadas, mas o pior é me acostumar com a ideia, q ñ é mais idéia e tantas outras coisas q tornam o dia-a-dia de uma neo-pseudo-escritora uma tarefa um pouco mais delicada. Ontem estava feliz como já disse na balada. Tomei um drinque com um monte de ingredientes, mas no final só sentia o gosto de maçã verde. Depois uma mini-champagne, me dei esse mimo e tb um suflê de chocolate (ñ na balada né, lá eles só vendem álcool, com ou sem, nada sólido), e por fim um clássico (tava no menu) mojito! Tb me dei uns bjos c um nerd de óculos magrelo q parecia eu - prefiro matéria mais consistente, sinceramente - e keria tb um aquariano q conversou comigo na fila de pagar, tb baby de 20 aninhos (mto difícil achar gente c idade superior à minha disponível na balada viu?!), q começou a falar comigo sobre espiritismo, q a idade é a de vidas anteriores e achei isso o máximo, mas na verdade eu é quem conduzi a conversa p esse lado, pois queria me dar uma desculpa p bjar + um nenê em seguida do anterior. hauahauha Pior: o anterior nasceu no mesmo bendito dia q o meu anterior ex-pseudo-grande-amor! Carma!!! Minha amiga me atrapalhou e ñ deixou pq o nerdão tava lá plantado como se fosse meu dono, então mesmo involuntariamente dei um perdido no aquariano, mas se for destino, com ctz nos reencontraremos, mesmo q apenas em milhões de séculos adiante! Maldito escorpiano possessivo, hunf... Até já me mandou sms! No plural. Eles grudam, aff! Bom, estou aqui nesse bocado de interrupções q eu mesma me proporciono, inclusive a de responder a sms, mas ainda nem consegui abrir meus emails p ver se numa doce ilusão + alguém lembrou q desde ontem já tenho 24 tenros anos! Bem ou mal, me desenferrujei, como disse um colega meu, 5 meses de retidão hauahauha Estou no auge, de volta!!!

terça-feira, 2 de junho de 2009

Revolta

ah sei lá! pessoas me irritam! amo meu cachorro

segunda-feira, 4 de maio de 2009

Everything's Just Wonderful (With the marvellous british Lily Allen's accent !)

They think everythingEveryone is going mentalIt seems to me we're spiralingOut of control and this is inevitableAnd don't you think this time is yoursThis time is mine, it's temperamentalIt seems to me, we're on all foursCrawling on out knees, someone help us pleaseOh Jesus Christ almightyDo I feel alright? No, not slightlyI wanna get a flat I know I can afford itIt's just the bureaucrats that won't give me a mortgageIt's very funny 'cause I got ya fucking moneyAnd I'm never gonna get it just 'cause of my bad creditOh well, I guess I mustn't grumbleI suppose it's just the way the cookie crumblesOh yes, I'm fineEverything's just wonderfulI'm having the time of my lifeIf everyone and something elseSomething new, look what we got hereAnd don't you feel, it's all the sameSome sick game and it's so insincereI wish I could change your waysOf the world, make it a nice placeUntil that day, I guess we stayDoing what we do, screwing who we screwWhy can't I sleep at night?Don't say it's gonna be alrightI want to be able to eat spaghetti bolognaiseAnd not feel bad about it for days and days and daysAll my magazines they talk about weight lossIf I buy those jeans I could look like Kate MossI know it's not the life that I choseBut I guess it's just the way that things goOh yes, I'm fineEverything's just wonderfulI'm having the time of my lifeOh yes, I'm fineEverything's just wonderfulI'm having the time of my lifeOh Jesus Christ almightyDo I feel alright? No, not slightlyI wanna get a flat I know I can afford itIt's just the bureaucrats that won't give me a mortgageIt's very funny 'cause I got ya fucking moneyAnd I'm never gonna get it just 'cause of my bad creditOh well, I guess I mustn't grumbleI suppose it's just the way the cookie crumblesI guess that's just the way that things goI suppose it's just the way the cookie crumbles

segunda-feira, 27 de abril de 2009

Jimmy Cliff

I can see clearly now the rain is gone.
I can see all obstacles in my way.
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind.
It's gonna be a bright (bright)bright (bright) sunshine day.
It's gonna be a bright (bright)bright (bright) sunshine day.
Oh yes, I can make it now the pain is gone.
All of the bad feelings have disappeared.
Here is the rainbow I've been praying for.
It's gonna be a bright (bright)bright (bright) sunshine day.(ooh...)
Look all around, there's nothing but blue skies.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing but blue skies.
I can see clearly now the rain is gone.
I can see all obstacles in my way.
Here's the rainbow I've been praying for.
It's gonna be a bright (bright)bright (bright) sunshine day.
It's gonna be a bright (bright)bright (bright) sunshine day.
Real, real, real, real bright (bright) bright (bright)sunshine day.
Yeah, hey, it's gonna be a bright (bright) bright (bright)sunshine day.

sábado, 25 de abril de 2009

Peçam autógrafos!


Por incrível q pareça este é meu pai surfando no último domingo, dia 19, na praia de Itamambuca em Ubatuba! Uau!!! Nada a ver c o blog, mas whatever...! hauahauha

Fonte: http://www.flickr.com/photos/rrvidal/3463736968

quarta-feira, 22 de abril de 2009

To Sleep = Descansar da vida

Sono. Gostaria de poder dormir muito, anos, até q esse sono passasse. Eternamente não. Tenho mto o q fazer e muitos sonhos pra tirar da noite. Ou do dia. Gostaria de poder dormir de dia. E de noite. Como é bom meu travesseiro e o leito q enternecem a alma...!

segunda-feira, 20 de abril de 2009

A pedra

Estava bem. Sem nada na passagem. Daí havia a pedra no caminho novamente. No caminho havia uma pedra. A pedra rolou, passou por cima, destruiu tudo. Das cinzas a fênix renasce, já li isso. Já vi - cultura Harry Potterística - e tb li possuir uma capacidade imensa de recomposição. Bem, acho q já disse, mas no caminho houve uma pedra. A pedra rolou. De novo. Coisinha incômoda. Dessa vez a pedra errou o caminho, perdeu tempo e a volta era inevitável e não possível de ser realizada tendo-se errado uma única vez. Portanto a pedra ficou eternamente sem rumo, forjando uma volta, o q fez dela amargamente frustrada. Sem a pedra no caminho, só restava o nada, o além profundo, infinito, a negação do q houve antes alguma vez. A dúvida certeira havia, mas sem medo, positiva e confiante. Uma luz violeta surgiu forte e imensa, crescendo cada vez mais; o violeta iluminava os campos da primavera florida de margaridas amarelas de um lado e gérberas laranja, do outro. Bom, é isso. O resto ninguém sabe. Apenas que ñ + há uma pedra no caminho.

domingo, 19 de abril de 2009

B 52's

Em minha modesta opinião, a melhor do show:

Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo
You're living in your own Private Idaho
Living in your own Private Idaho
Underground like a wild potato.
Don't go on the patio.
Beware of the pool,
blue bottomless pool.
It leads you straight
right throught the gate
that opens on the pool.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
Keep off the path, beware the gate,
watch out for signs that say "hidden driveways".
Don't let the chlorine in your eyes
blind you to the awful surprise
that's waitin' for you at
the bottom of the bottomless blue blue blue pool.
You're livin in your own Private Idaho. Idaho.
You're out of control, the rivers that roll,
you fell into the water and down to Idaho.
Get out of that state,
get out of that state you're in.
You better beware.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
Keep off the patio,
keep off the path.
The lawn may be green
but you better not be seen
walkin' through the gate that leads you down,
down to a pool fraught with danger
is a pool full of strangers.
You're living in your own Private Idaho,
where do I go from here to a better state than this.
Well, don't be blind to the big surprise
swimming round and round like the deadly hand
of a radium clock, at the bottom, of the pool.
I-I-I-daho
I-I-I-daho
Woah oh oh woah oh oh woah oh oh
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Get out of that state
Get out of that state
You're living in your own Private Idaho,
livin in your own Private.... Idaho

Private Idaho

sexta-feira, 17 de abril de 2009

Diário de uma Scouter Parte II - Mas pq?

Pq o q filho? Já se olhou no espelho? Mas q falsa modéstia hein!! Pq tô t parando p ser modelo?? Pq será hein? Pq vc é bonito ou bonita! Inferno! hauahauha Aff, viu... Pq vc se distingue da maioria da população ao seu redor c um olhar, andar, altura, porte magro ou mediano - no máximo -, traços proporcionais e mais um quê q me fizeram olhar p vc, reparar e falar é esse ou essa! Minha próxima vítima! Ai senhor, viu...

quarta-feira, 15 de abril de 2009

Perfect

Olhem q música boa do Depeche Mode:

I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique
Wrong
Wrong
There's something wrong with me
Cannot be something wrong with me
Inherently
The wrong mix in the wrong genes
I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means
It was the wrong plan
In the wrong hands
With the wrong theory for the wrong man
The wrong lies, on the wrong vibes
The wrong questions with the wrong replies
Wrong
Wrong
I was marching to the wrong drum
With the wrong scum
Pissing out the wrong energy
Using all the wrong lines
And the wrong signs
With the wrong intensity
I was on the wrong page of the wrong book
With the wrong rendition of the wrong hook
Made the wrong move, every wrong night
With the wrong tune played till it sounded right yah
Wrong
Wrong
Wrong
I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique

Obviamente se chama WRONG!

segunda-feira, 13 de abril de 2009

Survivor

R&B da minha época (hahahaha):

Now that you're out of my life
I'm so much better
You thought that I'd be weak without you
But I'm stronger
You thought that I'd be broke without you
But I'm richer
You thought that I'd be sad without you
I laugh harder
You thought I wouldn't grow without you
Now I'm wiser
Thought that I'd be helpless without you
But I'm smarter
You thought that I'd be stressed without you
But I'm chillin'
You thought I wouldn't sell without you
Sold 9 million I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm not gon give up (What?)
I'm not gon stop (What?)
I'm gon work harder (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm gonna make it (What?)
I will survive (What?)
Keep on survivin' (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm not gon give up (What?)
I'm not gon stop (What?)
I'm gon work harder (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm gonna make it (What?)
I will survive (What?)
Keep on survivin' (What?)
Thought I couldn't breathe without you
I'm inhaling
You thought I couldn't see without you
Perfect vision
You thought I couldn't last without you
But I'm lastin'
You thought that I would die without you
But I'm livin'
Thought that I would fail without you
But I'm on top
Thought it would be over by now
But it won't stop
Thought that I would self destruct
But I'm still here
Even in my years to come
I'm still gon be here
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm not gon give up (What?)
I'm not gon stop (What?)
I'm gon work harder (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm gonna make it (What?)
I will survive (What?)
Keep on survivin' (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm not gon give up (What?)
I'm not gon stop (What?)
I'm gon work harder (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm gonna make it (What?)
I will survive (What?)
Keep on survivin' (What?)
I'm wishin' you the best
Pray that you are blessed
Bring much success, no stress, and lots of happiness (I'm better than that)
I'm not gon blast you on the radio (I'm better than that)
I'm not gon lie on you and evalue (I'm better than that)
I'm not gon hate on you in the magazines (I'm better than that)
I'm not gon compromise my Christianity(I'm better than that)
You know I'm not gon diss you on the internet
Cause my mama taught me better than that
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm not gon give up (What?)
I'm not gon stop (What?)
I'm gon work harder (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm gonna make it (What?)
I will survive (What?)
Keep on survivin' (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm not gon give up (What?)
I'm not gon stop (What?)
I'm gon work harder (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm gonna make it (What?)
I will survive (What?)
Keep on survivin' (What?)
Oh (oh) oh (oh)...
After of all of the darkness and sadness
Soon comes happiness
If I surround myself with positive things
I'll gain prosperity
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm not gon give up (What?)
I'm not gon stop (What?)
I'm gon work harder (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm gonna make it (What?)
I will survive (What?)
Keep on survivin' (What?)

domingo, 12 de abril de 2009

Boa Páscoa!

Só isso.

PS: E ganhei uma pantera cor-de-rosa de páscoa. É o novo animal favorito hauahauha Já q ñ posso comer chocolate, mas tb ganhei chocolate, hunf...

sábado, 11 de abril de 2009

Rehab

Rihanna é inevitável nesse meu momento. So sorry for those who don't like it.

Baby baby
When we first met I never felt something so strong
You were like my lover and my best friend
All wrapped in one with a ribbon on it
And all of a sudden you went and left
I didn't know how to follow
It's like a shock that spun me around
And now my heart's dead
I feel so empty and hollow
And I'll never give myself to another the way I gave it to you
You don't even recognize the ways you hurt me, do you?
It's gonna take a miracle to bring me back
And you're the one to blame
And now I feel like....oh!
You're the reason why I'm thinking
I don't wanna smoke on these cigarettes no more
I guess that's what I get for wishful thinking
Should've never let you enter my door
Next time you wanna go on and leave
I should just let you go on and do it
'Cause now I'm using like I bleed
It's like I checked into rehab
And baby, you're my disease
It's like I checked into rehab
And baby, you're my disease
I gotta check into rehab
'Cause baby you're my disease
I gotta check into rehab
'Cause baby you're my disease
Damn, ain't it crazy when you're loveswept
You'd do anything for the one you love
'Cause anytime that you needed me I'd be there
It's like you were my favorite drug
The only problem is that you was using me
In a different way than I was using you
But now that I know it's not meant to be
I gotta go, I gotta wean myself off of you
And I'll never give myself to another the way I gave it to you
You don't even recognize the ways you hurt me, do you?
It's gonna take a miracle to bring me back
And you're the one to blame
'Cause now I feel like....oh!
You're the reason why I'm thinking
I don't wanna smoke on these cigarettes no more
I guess that's what I get for wishful thinking
Should've never let you enter my door
Next time you wanna go on and leave
I should just let you go on and do it
'Cause now I'm using like I bleed
It's like I checked into rehab
And baby, you're my disease
It's like I checked into rehab
And baby, you're my disease
I gotta check into rehab
'Cause baby you're my disease
I gotta check into rehab
'Cause baby you're my disease
Now ladies gimme that...
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohohoh, oh, oh, ohh
Now gimme that...
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohohoh, oh, oh, ohh
My ladies gimme that...
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohohoh, oh, oh, ohh
Now gimme that...
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohohoh, oh, oh, ohh
Oh! You're the reason why I'm thinking
I don't wanna smoke on these cigarettes no more
I guess that's what I get for wishful thinking
Should've never let you enter my door
Next time you wanna go on and leave
I should just let you go on and do it
'Cause now I'm using like I bleed
It's like I checked into rehab
And baby, you're my disease
It's like I checked into rehab
And baby, you're my disease
I gotta check into rehab
'Cause baby you're my disease
I gotta check into rehab
'Cause baby you're my disease...

quarta-feira, 8 de abril de 2009

Diário de uma Scouter

Me perguntam: Posso pegar seu cartão e se eu tiver interesse ligo? Minha vontade é de responder: Não, não pode não! Não sou panfleteira! Apesar de as pessoas acharam maior fácil o que eu faço, só o acham, pois nunca fizeram o mesmo. Ande no mínimo 5 kms debaixo de sol e chuva abordando estranhos, q podem ou ñ ser receptivos, durante 4 ou 5 hs todos os dias e daí podemos conversar a respeito, pois caso tenha achado fácil, então talvez precise aumentar sua meta para a maratona! Se fosse apenas pra entregar cartão da agência e pra qq um, o dono da agência contratava tb QUALQUER UM de boa aparência. Não uma pessoa q pode perfeitamente fazer distinção e selecionar a dedo quem pode ou não trabalhar como modelo ou com eventos. Só pq meu cargo é menos comum e as pessoas têm menos conhecimento a respeito e nunca pararam para avaliar de fato os prós e contras sobre a função, ñ significa q é + fácil ou q sou apenas uma loira - só até amanhã - burra, q ñ sirvo p fazer outra coisa, q apenas simplesmente distribui cartões de uma agência de modelos sedenta em encontrar novos talentos pela rua! Minha função ñ é dar cartões a torto e a direito, ñ é! Entendeu?! Entendeu ou quer q eu desenhe? Revoltei... hauahauha

sexta-feira, 3 de abril de 2009

Cortem os cabelos! (Para homens)

Eu odeio caras de cabelo comprido! Aff, ontem tava reparando em uns. Primeiro um no tróleibus, discípulo do vice-prefeito. Ah sim caros, moro em São Bernardo e o vice é ninguém menos q o excelentíssimo senhor Frank Aguiar "Auuuu!" Bizarro né, mas é... Q nojo desse cara e tava bem na minha frente, eca! Depois outro na rua e mais outro. Metaleiros com cabelo verdadeiramente tratado e cuidado, ainda ñ gosto, nem acho agradável de olhar, mas acho interessante de alguma forma. Pois é uma certa verdade de vida para eles, eles tem um porquê - mesmo que apenas na cabeça deles - de estarem cultivando as madeixas. Mas de boa, a todos os outros seres do mundo essa escolha de poder deixar ou ñ o cabelo crescer deveria ser proibida! Banida interminantemente! Tb adoro cabelos bagunçados em mods, indies, emos (se bem q nesses em geral são milimetricamente alisados) e todos os outros q estiverem dentro da cena alternativa ou quiserem nela se infiltrar. E isso é extremamente suspeito de eu mesma colocar aqui, já q adoro um cara a los hermanos, hauahauha No further comments about it! Mas como era o meu lema e de + uma amiga no colegial: "Pêlos pq tê-los?" Ou agora pelos, já q a palavra foi alterada de acordo com as novas regras ortográficas. Homens aproveitem q o básico p vcs é ser básico, ou seja, minimalismo é sempre + e melhor!

quinta-feira, 2 de abril de 2009

Disturbia

What's wrong with me?
Why do I feel like this?
I'm going crazy now

No more gas in the rig
Can't even get it started
Nothing heard, nothing said
Can't even speak about it
all my life in my head
Don't want to think about it
Feels like I'm going insane
Yeah

It's a thief in the night
To come and grab you
It can creep up inside you
And consume you
A disease of the mind
It can control you
It's too close for comfort

Put on your green lights
We're in the city of wonder
Ain't gonna play nice
Watch out, you might just go under
Better think twice
Your train of thought will be altered
So if you must faulter be wise
Your mind is in disturbia
It's like the darkness is the light
Disturbia
Am I scaring you tonight
Your mind is in disturbia
Ain't used to what you like
Disturbia
Disturbia

Faded pictures on the wall
It's like they talkin' to me
Disconnectin' phone calls
The phone don't even ring
I gotta get out
Or figure this shit out
It's too close for comfort

It's a thief in the night
To come and grab you
It can creep up inside you
And consume you
A disease of the mind
It can control you
I feel like a monster

Put on your green lights
We're in the city of wonder
Ain't gonna play nice
Watch out, you might just go under
Better think twice
Your train of thought will be altered
So if you must faulter be wise
Your mind is in disturbia
It's like the darkness is the light
Disturbia
Am I scaring you tonight
Your mind is in disturbia
Ain't used to what you like
Disturbia
Disturbia

Release me from this curse
I'm trying to remain tame
But I'm struggling
You can't go, go, go
I think I'm going to oh, oh, oh

Put on your green lights
We're in the city of wonder
Ain't gonna play nice
Watch out, you might just go under
Better think twice
Your train of thought will be altered
So if you must faulter be wise
Your mind is in disturbia
It's like the darkness is the light
Disturbia
Am I scaring you tonight
Your mind is in disturbia
Ain't used to what you like
Disturbia
Disturbia

By Rihanna

terça-feira, 31 de março de 2009

Afinal o que é a gastronomia?

Arte de comer bem.



De acordo com o meu humilde, bem exato, bem sucinto dicionário que possuo em casa.



E o que é a arte também por definição?


Conjunto de preceitos para a perfeita execução de qualquer coisa; atividade criativa; artifício; ofício; profissão; astúcia; habilidade; travessura.

E a cultura?

Desenvolvimento intelectual; saber; utilização industrial de certos produtos naturais; instituições, costumes e valores de uma sociedade; cultivo.

Cultural é, portanto, algo relativo à cultura, em geral.

E por fim jornalismo:

A profissão de jornalista; a imprensa periódica.

Ok, fora essa explicação meio vaga de jornalismo, as outras explicam parte de algo que cultivo ou tento como verdades de vida.

Então quem não foi na minha aula de ontem, deve estar pensando que tô viajando... hauahauha Mas será que a gastronomia faz ou não parte da cultura? De acordo com nosso docente na agradável noite de 30 de março passada, não! "Como assim?", perguntamos nós alunas com vontade de mudar pré-conceitos adjacentes em mentes ultrapassadas. Faz parte da cultura sim e portanto é um ótimo assunto a ser abordado em jornalismo cultural. Só isso! Essa discussão já deu o que falar né, garotas?! Aceito complementos entretanto.

segunda-feira, 30 de março de 2009

Opposite

Música para relacionamentos:

You change your mind
Like a girl changes clothes
Yeah you, PMS
Like a bitch
I would know
And you always think
Always speak
Correctively
I should know
That you're no good for me
{CHORUS}
Cause you're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in and you're out
You're up and you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up
You, You don't really want to stay, no
You, but you don't really want to go-o
You're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in and you're out
You're up and you're down
We used to be
Just like twins
So in sync
The same energy
Now's a dead battery
Used to laugh bout nothing
Now your plain boring
I should know that
you're not gonna change
{CHORUS}
Cause you're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in and you're out
You're up and you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up
You, You don't really want to stay, no
You, but you don't really want to go-o
You're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in and you're out
You're up and you're down
Someone call the doctor
Got a case of a love bi-polar
Stuck on a roller coaster
Can't get off this ride
You change your mind
Like a girl changes clothes
{CHORUS}
Cause you're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in and you're out
You're up and you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up
Cause you're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in and you're out
You're up and you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up
You, You don't really want to stay, no
You, but you don't really want to go-o
You're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in and you're out
You're up and you're down

Hot'n'Cold - Katy Perry

Se ñ passou por isso ainda, sorte sua! hauahauha

domingo, 29 de março de 2009

Filmes recentes!

Assisti 2 filmes ótimos: Quem quer ser um milionário e Ele não está tão afim de você! Vou deixar os links trailers do youtube aqui! Assistam!!! (Os filmes né... após os trailers)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AeWdLmNnfKE Who wants bla bla bla

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vVS4WYPAiB4 About relationships!

Mto bons, os trailers são legendados.

Música Lily Allen

Música que inspirou o título do primeiro post:

Littlest Things - Lily Allen

Sometimes i find myself sittin' back and reminscing
Especially when i have to watch other people kissin'
And i remember when you started callin' me your miss's
All the play fightin', all the flirtatious disses
Id tell you sad stories about my childhood
I dont know why i trusted you but i knew that i could
We'd spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt
I was just so happy in your boxers and your t-shirt

Dreams, Dreams
Of when we had just started things
Dreams of you and me
It seems, It seems
That i cant shake those memories
I wonder if you have the same dreams too.

The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame but its so true
I know its not right, but it seems unfair
That the things are reminding me of you
Sometimes i wish we could just pretend
Even if for only one weekend
So come on, Tell me
Is this the end?

Drinkin' tea in bed
Watching DVD's
When i discovered all your dirty grotty magazines
You take me out shopping and all we'd buy is trainers
As if we ever needed anything to entertain us
the first time that you introduced me to your friends
and you could tell i was nervous, so you held my hand
when i was feeling down, you made that face you do
THERE'S NO ONE IN THE WORLD THAT COULD REPLACE YOU

Dreams, Dreams
Of when we had just started things
Dreams of me and you
It seems, It seems
That i cant shake those memories
I wonder if you feel the same way too

The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame but its so true
I know its not right, but it seems unfair
That things are reminding me of you
Sometimes i wish we could just pretend
Even if for only one weekend
So come on, Tell me
Is this the end?

sábado, 28 de março de 2009

Dreams, dreams...

Bom, só p começar, tenho tido sonhos bizarros, incluindo o caixão do Clodovil hauahauha