Ma vie, AmmenitiesJanuary 31, 2007 1:24 pm
My genetics are totally weird. How can I lift 10kg (each side) while doing shoulders exercise and I can’t lift 50kg (each side) doing the leg press thing? 
Poor little weak thingie.
Ma vie 1:19 pm
While making some retrospective about my life, I’ve noticed how much I miss some moments that I had in the past. And I decided to discover why this isn’t happening anymore, or maybe isn’t happening as much as I wanted. Yesterday I started talking to a friend of mine, and I was very pleased to say that he missed those moments and loved me as much as in the past. And I opened my heart, said that I really missed our long conversations about nothing, everything and a little bit more of something. And apologized about being so rude sometimes, and promissed to take care of my attitudes.
If I’m the one that makes people go away, then I’ll try not to do it.
And I’m happier.
Posso dizer que minha vida anda assim: superficial. Dos relacionamentos, exceto com o namorado, são superficiais. "Oi, tudo bem?" "Comigo tá ótimo." "Ah, legal." É a visão de um mundo sem cores. Sinto-me inútil mas ao mesmo tempo segura. O sentimento de exclusão consegue ser menor, pois vejo tudo de um ponto muito distante do que as coisas de fato são, então não me sinto mal quanto deveria. São resquícios da infância e da adolescência. O medo de ser deixada de lado, de ser esquecida. Às vezes me pego imaginando quem iria aparecer no meu velório, se ocorresse algo e a vida terminasse mais cedo para mim.
Como eu disse, a vida não tem tido cores, os momentos são descartáveis, assim como tudo à minha volta. Meu maior desejo é amassar mais esta página da minha vida e jogar no lixo, junto com as pessoas que passaram por ela. Não vou negar que é um pensamento sórdido, mas pensar assim não me faz me sentir dolorida. Não procuro que entendam o meu sentimento, minha crise de "patinho feio". O medo é meu, os sentimentos também. A dor de ter que encarar tudo com superficialidade e fingir a indiferença é minha. Mais uma vez, quero fugir e fazer dessas coisas e pessoas meras efemeridades na minha vida.
Ser esquecida não é fácil, mas é mais difícil esquecer.
La Sonnerie ChanteuseJanuary 17, 2007 5:45 pm
She’s Got Her Ticket (Tracy Chapman)
She’s got her ticket
I think she gonna use it
I think she going to fly away
No one should try and stop her
Persuade her with their power
She says that her mind is made
Up
Why not leave why not
Go away
Too much hatred
Corruption and greed
Give your life
And invariably they leave you with
Nothing
Young girl ain’t got no chances
No roots to keep her strong
She’s shed all pretenses
That someday she’ll belong
Some folks call her a runaway
A failure in the race
But she knows where her ticket takes her
She will find her place in the sun
Why not leave why not
Go away
Too much hatred
Corruption and greed
Give your life
And invariably they leave you with
Nothing
She’s got her ticket
I think she gonna use it
I think she going to fly away
No one should try and stop her
Persuade her with their power
She says that her mind is made
Up
And she’ll fly, fly, fly…
Da Série Ego Descontrol - O Ápice da Mulher Moderna
Crianças, aprendam comigo.
Murphy é meu pastor e nada me faltará
A pessoa é feia, gorda, cheia de manias e pobre! E me aparecem com essa! Rá, fala sério, Murphy tá de brincadeira comigo… Só pode.
ShopaholicJanuary 10, 2007 12:34 pm
Steve Jobs has a pact with the devil
Yeah, he did it again. He seduced me, made me fall in love, become desperate for such a crappy little gadget. Damn, sometimes I hate to be a geek.
Of course he has a pact with the devil. Ok, where do I sign to exchange my soul for one of your toys?
Não vou precisar lavar o carro hoje!
Update: Sim, esta é uma visão extremamente sarcástica do piscinão que formou. Pra quem não sabe, coisas deste gênero só ocorrem para sócios da APFPM. Eu, como sócia-fundadora, sou privilegiada.
Ma vieJanuary 2, 2007 2:46 am
And tomorrow it begins all over again…
New Year’s holiday was pretty good. Spent lots of time with Michel, watched lots of DVDs, did lots of things. I even cooked! And my salmon fillet got really great. Maybe I have some future in kitchen besides eating. As I said to a friend of mine, I felt like Martha Stewart from the Brazilian tropics. And I even did everything on my high heels shoes!
Well, now it’s time to keep up on good mood and foccus on things that matters. Study hard, work hard, prepare more plans, more concrete than the older ones, try to make the difference.
Life is good to me and I’d better appreciate those good things.
