
das idéias que surgem quando viramos uma bagunça generalizada...
sexta-feira, maio 31, 2002
a boa notícia é: Marina voltou à ativa... e ela mudou de "lar" também... anota aí: Contradizendo. ;)
quarta-feira, maio 29, 2002
terça-feira, maio 28, 2002
segunda-feira, maio 27, 2002
tirei um peso imenso das costas hoje: foi minha apresentação de ética. se eu fui bem? não sei na verdade... mas só de já ter passado pela apresentação na frente daquela mulher já tá muito bom!
vou lá agora ler coisas que realmente me interessam... amanhã eu continuo todas as outras mil coisas da faculdade que ainda tenho que fazer, mas pelo menos hoje vou desencanar... mais tarde eu apareço!
vou lá agora ler coisas que realmente me interessam... amanhã eu continuo todas as outras mil coisas da faculdade que ainda tenho que fazer, mas pelo menos hoje vou desencanar... mais tarde eu apareço!
domingo, maio 26, 2002

you're american beauty. you're full of hope and appreciate the beautiful things in life.
take the which prettie movie are you? quiz, a product of the
sexta-feira, maio 24, 2002
De repente deu saudades dessa música... Vou lá ouví-la, depois eu volto.
~* Iris *~
And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
And sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
And sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
**It's hard to see you dreaming / You hide inside yourself and / I wondered what you're thinking / And everything you're chasing / It seems to leave you empty / And it won't take long to burn / Through the nothing that you've learned / And the things you choose to be (...) You drown in deeper oceans / Inventing new religions**
quinta-feira, maio 23, 2002
A Flavinha achou minha versão canina na net: veja aqui!
*brincadeirinha people... não sou tão branca assim! hahahahahahah*
*brincadeirinha people... não sou tão branca assim! hahahahahahah*
Hormônio pode explicar infidelidade masculina
Desculpinha boa essa, hein?
Controlem seus hormônios, oras! Mulher vive fazendo isso!
Depois somos o 'sexo frágil'... bah...
Desculpinha boa essa, hein?
Controlem seus hormônios, oras! Mulher vive fazendo isso!
Depois somos o 'sexo frágil'... bah...
quarta-feira, maio 22, 2002
ok, pensei ontem o dia inteiro numa música muito boa que ia postar aqui, mas agora depois dos dois últimos neurônios terem se fundido graças ao trabalho de ética que eu estava fazendo, eu me esqueci!
bom, enfim... descobri que eu entendo (mais ou menos) o sotaque do alabama. até que não passei taaaanto vexame assim.
ah, a flaming pie mudou o layout dela... ficou legal.
as carpideras estão, para variar, em crise. (descobri hoje o significado psicodiagnóstico/psicanalítico de crise... amei! depois eu coloco aqui. hahahahaha que falta do que fazer!)
vou lá me matar mais um pouco, amanhã eu volto.
bom, enfim... descobri que eu entendo (mais ou menos) o sotaque do alabama. até que não passei taaaanto vexame assim.
ah, a flaming pie mudou o layout dela... ficou legal.
as carpideras estão, para variar, em crise. (descobri hoje o significado psicodiagnóstico/psicanalítico de crise... amei! depois eu coloco aqui. hahahahaha que falta do que fazer!)
vou lá me matar mais um pouco, amanhã eu volto.
segunda-feira, maio 20, 2002
domingo, maio 19, 2002
sexta-feira, maio 17, 2002
Então... Permaneço totalmente sem assunto. Mas não estou desanimada... Para ter uma idéia, tentei animar um amiguinho de 14 anos que eu tenho no ICQ (vc é um baratinho, Renan ;) ) até... Sabe o quanto é difícil convencer um adolescente que a vida não é só tragédia? É bem difícil... Você sabe disso... Já foi adolescente também. Então, não estou mal... Só sem novidades... E mil anos depois continuo amando Kevin Griffin e suas músicas irritantemente verdadeiras...
In The Blood
How can you be so warm?
How can you know what I feel?
Well, it's the way you move your hands,
and it's the way you understand.
And that's the reason that I'm asking.
That's the reason that I want to know
And that's the reason that I'm asking
That's the reason that I'm . . .
How can you throw away everything you live for?
Well it's the way we shake and sway.
Oh, and it's the passion that you play.
Too many lost.
Links in a chain passed down through the years,
But ending here if we just face the pain and the fear.
Who did you love before?
Who did they love before you?
But it's the way you move your hands.
And it's the way you understand.
In The Blood
How can you be so warm?
How can you know what I feel?
Well, it's the way you move your hands,
and it's the way you understand.
And that's the reason that I'm asking.
That's the reason that I want to know
And that's the reason that I'm asking
That's the reason that I'm . . .
How can you throw away everything you live for?
Well it's the way we shake and sway.
Oh, and it's the passion that you play.
Too many lost.
Links in a chain passed down through the years,
But ending here if we just face the pain and the fear.
Who did you love before?
Who did they love before you?
But it's the way you move your hands.
And it's the way you understand.
quinta-feira, maio 16, 2002
segunda-feira, maio 13, 2002
Já falei aqui sobre uma banda chamada The Calling. Bom, agora ela está começando a surgir nas radios :)
Could it be any harder
You left me with goodbye and open arms
A cut so deep I don't deserve
You were always invincible in my eyes
The only thing against us now is time
Could it be any harder to say goodbye and without you,
Could it be any harder to watch you go, to face what's true
If I only had one more day
I lie down and blind myself with laughter
A quick fix of hope is what I'm needing
And how I wish that I could turn back the hours
But I know I just don't have the power
I'd jump at the chance,
We'd drink and we'd dance
And I'd listen close to your every word,
As if it's your last, I know it's your last,
Cause today, oh, you're gone
Like sand on my feet,
The smell of sweet perfume
You stick to me forever
And I wish you didn't go
I wish you didn't go, I wish you didn't go away
To touch you again,
With life in your hands,
It couldn't be any harder...
Could it be any harder
You left me with goodbye and open arms
A cut so deep I don't deserve
You were always invincible in my eyes
The only thing against us now is time
Could it be any harder to say goodbye and without you,
Could it be any harder to watch you go, to face what's true
If I only had one more day
I lie down and blind myself with laughter
A quick fix of hope is what I'm needing
And how I wish that I could turn back the hours
But I know I just don't have the power
I'd jump at the chance,
We'd drink and we'd dance
And I'd listen close to your every word,
As if it's your last, I know it's your last,
Cause today, oh, you're gone
Like sand on my feet,
The smell of sweet perfume
You stick to me forever
And I wish you didn't go
I wish you didn't go, I wish you didn't go away
To touch you again,
With life in your hands,
It couldn't be any harder...
domingo, maio 12, 2002
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