O_O

estava eu sem mais nada pra fazer e decidi "googlar" meu nome {marcus murilo} pra ver o que achava. essa história de colocar o nome das pessoas no google é uma coisa que eu faço sempre pra descobrir o que as pessoas andam fazendo por aí... hohoho ^^'
enfim, o que eu descubro??? *PLIM* um poema que eu escrevi há anos atrás sobre futebol serviu de inspiração pra um carinha escrever outro poema. "puta merda," eu logo pensei, "não acredito que alguém realmente leu aquele lixo." pois é, mas leram.

the state i am in²

The State I Am In

I was surprised, I was happy for a day in 1975
I was puzzled by a dream, stayed with me all day in 1995
My brother had confessed he was gay
It took the heat off me for a while
He stood up with a sailor friend
Made it known upon my sister's wedding day

I got married in a rush to save a kid from being deported
Now she's in love
I was so touched, I was moved to kick the crutches
From my crippled friend
She was not impressed 'cause I cured her on the Sabbath
I went to confess
When she saw the funny side, we introduced my child bride
To whisky and gin

The priest in the booth had a photographic memory
For all he had heard
He took all of my sins and he wrote a pocket novel called
"The State I Am In"
So I gave myself to God
There was a pregnant pause before he said ok
Now I spend my day turning tables round
In Marks & Spencer
They don't seem to mind

I gave myself to sin
I gave myself to Providence

And I've been there and back again
The state that I am in

Oh love of mine, would you condescend to help me
'Cause I am stupid and blind
Desperation is the Devil's work, it is the folly of a boy's empty mind
Now I'm feeling dangerous, riding on city buses for a hobby is sad
Why don't you lead me to a living end
I promised that I'd entertain my crippled friend
My crippled friend

the state i am in

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é, eu me sinto mesmo um pouco essa música. ;)

¬¬

nossa, tenho medo dessas pessoas bonitas demais. credo. acho... bizarro.

badooba

queria postar uma música aqui, mas não achei o mp3 dela. ah, mas eu nem procurei também. ahmmm... uhm. é.

bla

weeping in heaven[gotta change it] diz: venda o corpo!

sébastien, you're in a mess diz: ah nem

sébastien, you're in a mess diz: nao tenho coragem

sébastien, you're in a mess diz: ninguem ia comprar

weeping in heaven[gotta change it] diz: eu compraria *blushes*

sébastien, you're in a mess diz: ai q bom

sébastien, you're in a mess diz: quanto vc pode pagar?

weeping in heaven[gotta change it] diz: 1 real

weeping in heaven[gotta change it] diz: mas é fiado

sébastien, you're in a mess diz:cretina!

i'm an indie snob

You're just too cool for school, aren't you? You're pretty narrow minded and opinionated with regards to music (and probably most other things as well). But you're allowed to be, because you really are better than everyone else. You take pride in obscurity. You probably prefer vinyl too, you elitist bitch.


how indie are you? > http://home.iprimus.com.au/sparvin/indie.htm

oba, oba, she's my shoo-shoo

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A Minha Menina

Ela é minha menina
E eu sou o menino dela
Ela é o meu amor
E eu sou o amor todinho dela
A lua prateada se escondeu
E o sol dourado apareceu
Amanheceu um lindo dia
Cheirando a alegria
Pois eu sonhei
E acordei pensando nela
Pois ela é minha menina
E eu sou o menino dela
Ela é o meu amor
E eu sou o amor todinho dela
A roseira já deu rosas
E a rosa que eu ganhei foi ela
Por ela eu ponho o meu coração
Na frente da razão
E vou dizer
Prá todo mundo
Como gosto dela
Pois ela é minha menina
E eu sou o menino dela
Ela é o meu amor
E eu sou o amor todinho dela

Minha menina, Minha menina...

fold your hands, child

"He made up some excuse to see you
You said you didn't feel a thing
Tired of all the dramas, maybe
But still the moment you hear
The moment you know
I'm sure you'd come running, baby
Sure, the moment you hear
That he really wants you..."

rockstar frustrado

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http://www.flickr.com/photos/lovefoxxx/

http://www.trama.com.br/portalv2/css/

/

Geneticists claim ageing breakthrough but immortality will have to wait

d^^b ))) tempo no tempo/ mutantes {apropriado....}
.the boy done wrong again.

on saturday i was an angel shining fair
you shone louder, longer
you put my shine to shame
put me to shame now
what is it i must do to pay for all my crimes?
what is it i must do?
i would do it all the time
do it all the time now
all that i wanted was to sing the saddest songs
and if you would sing along, i will be happy now...

todos querem ser marilyn!

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http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=6392593

goodbye, caroline.

Put on your shoes, girl
I'm going to the coast
Where every loser
Gives up what hurts the most
And all those haunted
Unlucky guys get told
Who's really wanted

...

Goodbye, Caroline
You're my favorite faith healer
Goodbye, everything

...

you're not special

you grow up used to making silly little thingies out of playdough and then one day you realise your art is crap. and then you think you're no big shit anymore. and you realise your mom had been lying to you all along... and then you take a handful of those awful-looking pills your dad leaves in the kitchen cupboard just above the stove - but they fail you. and you remain... like all other things in life. and then you think "what the heck! and what am i doing this for, anyway?" and then you get yourself caught in love. "it's oh-so-pure," you say. and then you realise there's nothing to it but lust, and lust, and lust. and lust ends up being the only good thing you'll ever have. and then you leave home and get yourself a half-decent apartment to live in on your own. and then you get yourself a cat, but hey! guess what? the cat got dead. and what you're gonna do about that? get yourself another cat? no, i don't think so - you're too lazy for that. you then get yourself a flowerpot. and you start growing little pinkish flowers in it and then they bloom and make your room feel so complete you'd trade anything else you deem good for that particular feeling they evince. and then you think "wow! happiness, eh? so this is it". but then your friend starts complaining about how canadian you sound and the cycle starts all over again...

...

estudantto diz:
Ah lambers


lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
whatever...

lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
you scare me.

estudantto diz:
filuhrpoighoir32809utç

estudantto diz:
morderbers suvacmbem4rtlkmy6klh

lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
12.0

estudantto diz:
4-7994w7989t5u867

estudantto diz:
Entendenbwers:?:/

lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
ah claaaaaaro

lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
O.ô'

lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
=P

estudantto diz:
Você mora onde?

lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
ah vc tava fazendo isso com o cotovelo?

lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
{moro em brasilia}

estudantto diz:
Ahnnnn?

lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
ah, deixa pra la....

lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
^^

estudantto diz:
Queria beijar na boca

lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
ah, eu não

estudantto diz:
Que pena

lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
eu sou frígido.

lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
)=

estudantto diz:
Ah, eu é quem sou

estudantto diz:
Mas to afim de curtir, oras

lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
nao eh nada

lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
seu falso frígido!

estudantto diz:
Ah come marmelada

lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
marmelada não me dá tesão....

lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
nem gelo.

lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
e vc?

=/

acho muito engraçado esse povo que reclama da inutilidade e futilidade da televisão no orkut. LOGO NO ORKUT! há! parece até piada... ¬¬

i wanna be your space invader.

http://www.hugi.is/hahradi/bigboxes.php?box_id=51208&f_id=1075

H o u s e S w e e t H o u s e

Zóinc! Zóinc! Zóinc! Eram as panelas, as gavetas, os talheres. E regendo tudo: ele, o pai na cozinha. De repente, a mãe grita de algum lugar não distante – claro, a casa nem era tão grande assim. Ela exigia silêncio. Mas que barulhada toda era aquela, ora pois! O pai então enfezou-se, ordenando-a que não mais lhe enchesse o saco, pois ele nunca lhe perturbava durante as madrugadas enquanto ela fazia os talheres ressoarem pela escassez da casa. Ela então enfureceu-se, com ira divina. Começou então a orar, orações que os anjos haviam lhe ensinado, dizia-se.

constatação

nossa! O.O

nu metal parece música de loja.
"The future's looking colourful. It's the colour of blood, chaos and corruption of a happy soul..."



>!<

=?

nu metal não é pra mim...

L U A N N A

L U A N N A

Luanna, com três aninhos de idade, já possuía todos os dentes da arcada dentária inferior e mostrava-os nos coloridos balões de aniversário, bem distribuídos pelas prateleiras.

!

CATAR-SE.

=/

nice day for a sulk.

how are you?

AWFUL.

i need a haircut real bad.
i've lost my student i.d. card.
my puter's gone kaput.
and this damn mouse at the college self-access centre keeps giving me hassle. :/

*drama queen mode: ON*


and, erm, by the way, happy hallowe'en. ;D
"you're too tall, much too tall for a boyfriend."

quote of the day

"I want everybody to tell me the truth, even if it costs them their jobs."

(Samuel Goldwyn, filmmaker)

_

He entered the bedroom, only to find her crying, lying on her bed, her bare arm half-covering her mournful eyes as if that could disguise her feeling. He felt sorrowful then, but he didn’t know what he could say to help her. He tried to remember what they’d say in the movies. Nothing came to mind. He knew he wasn’t particularly good with words. They always eluded him, he thought. He shuffled closer to the bed, trying to muster enough courage to touch her ashen skin, in the hope that it would bring some comfort to her worn soul. He gently touched her, almost gingerly. She didn’t recoil. That convinced him that was the right thing to do. Yes, that was the right thing to do, he thought.
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pj harvey não é deus!

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ontem, mocréia
hoje, PJ Harvey

{vide fotos acima. :D}

queridinha, se você tá se achando baranguinha, tá gorda, ahhh o cabelo tá ruim também? ih tá sem dinheiro pra pagar uma progressiva... e a calça 38, quando é que vai vestir as duas pernas, heim? hehehehe

não é pra chorar, aposta num celebrity juice da vida, bota fé numa make-up, levanta esse bundão goooordo da cadeira hj pra poder pagar peitinho amanhã! hiihihihihi

a bunita ai da foto já saiu da roça e hj é linda-magra-do-cabelo-bom-e-puuuuderoooosa, porque é isso que todo felho da puta gosta uahauahauia



AMEI essa comunidade!!! > http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=3614538

XDDD

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HAHAHAHAHA!!!

{just for the records, a pergunta era se a pessoa de cima era hippie ou pseudocult...}

{o - ou A, vc decide... - [belle] sou eu...}


comuna > http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=603942

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"my heart is as dark as the soil sodden with winter rain."






quantas pintinhas!! sou um dálmata! ;P

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groupie!

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já virei groupie!

acho que eu estava precisando de ídolos...





*aleatório*

enfim, acho que a "vila olímpia" de brasília é a AABB.

;(

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john peel morreu um ano atrás. e eu nem sabia. fiquei meio triste agora, mas nem sei direito se foi [só?] por causa dessa notícia. enfim...

...

eu só quis dizer...

ufa!

já voltou.... ^^

PQP!!! :/

putaquepariu!!! onde está o negocinho aí do lado? ==========================>

get me away from here

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the eavesdropping sessions ;D

¹eu queria uma aventura em família. a gente nunca andou de van juntos.
²eu trabalho pra isso nunca acontecer, minha filha.
¹ah, mas eu nunca andei de van com você.
²e, se deus quiser, isso nunca vai acontecer.





bleh. na hora foi engraçado.

cadêêê???

onde estão minhas músicas do the jesus and mary chain???

nem deu tempo de ouvir!! ¬¬

???

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FELIZ DIA DAS CRIANÇAS! ^^

FELIZ DIA DAS CRIANÇAS!!!


\o/


((:




bleh. quero minha barbie.

miss jane = miss piggy???

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não gostei muito da description da comuna, mas enfim. ;D

push barman to open old wounds.

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;push barman to open old wounds > ! <

ps: acho q eu tô virando groupie do belle and sebastian.



d^^b ))) belle & seb {crrrraaaaro. ;)}

larry rohter odeia o brasil.



HA.HA.HA.HA.HA.HA.HA.HA!!!

acho q o larry rohter ODEIA o brasil.

;)

eu estou vivo. eu estou com fome.





d^^b ))) the libertines

blue nº 2

BLUE Nº 2
(Cassiano Nunes)

Passaram os anos...
E ainda acredito!
Na carne, no sangue,
o clamor do Mito!

E vagueio na noite
procurando, insone,
a paixão sem rosto,
o amor sem nome...

Que quero? Que espero?
É capricho? Vício?
Não.
É a solidão
e o seu exercício.



pois é, eu gosto de cassiano nunes.




d^^b ))) belle & seb

today's fortune ¬¬

Today's fortune:
Don't let friends impose on you. Work calmly and silently


essa foi a pior fortune minha EVER! ¬¬ nem entendi...

snake bursts after gobbling gator

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moodmatcher

moodmatcher.

You're experiencing a bit of an existential crisis, aren't you? Here's a poem to help you through your long dark night of the soul.

Fire and Ice

SOME say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Robert Frost (1874 - 1963)

no blood, sweat or tears

Rome dispatch: Italy is in uproar over a scientific committee that is debunking the nation's favourite religious miracles, writes Barbara McMahon.

straight eye for the queer guy

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eu não podia estar mais feliz. ¬¬

la la la la la...

patrocínio.

testes patrocinados por ju.liana

what age do you act?

You Are 18 Years Old
Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.
13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.
20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.
30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!
40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.
What Age Do You Act?

what language should you learn?

You Should Learn Swedish
Fantastisk! You're laid back about learning a language - and about life in general.Peaceful, beautiful Sweden is ideal for you... And you won't even have to speak perfect Swedish to get around!
What Language Should You Learn?

the birth order predictor

You Are Likely A Fourth Born
At your darkest moments, you feel angry.At work and school, you do best when your analyzing.When you love someone, you tend to be very giving.
In friendship, you don't take the initiative in reaching out.Your ideal jobs are: factory jobs, comedy, and dentistry.You will leave your mark on the world with your own personal philosophy.
The Birth Order Predictor

who were you in a past life?

In a Past Life...

You Were: A Banished Jester.

Where You Lived: Burma.

How You Died: Killed in Battle.

how weird are you?

You Are 70% Weird
You're so weird, you think you're *totally* normal. Right?But you wig out even the biggest of circus freaks!
How Weird Are You?

what's your power colour?

Your Power Color Is Red-Orange
At Your Highest:
You are warm, sensitive, and focused on your personal growth.
At Your Lowest:
You become defensive and critical if you feel attacked.
In Love:
You are loyal - but you demand the respect you deserve.
How You're Attractive:
You are very affectionate and inspire trust.
Your Eternal Question:
"Am I Respected?"

how do people see you?

Slow and Steady
Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy.
They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.
It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment.
They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.
How Do People See You?

what's your japanese subculture?

You Are an Officelady!
It all seemed so blissful at first.Wear cute little suits, meet friends with matching suits, get a small salary.Well, you're going to be making copies for the rest of your life, and a good raise is not in your future.And forget about marrying out of this glass cieling! What?So you can make coffee at home and wash your husband's underwear? Gross!

how you are in love

How You Are In Love

You fall in love quickly and easily. And very often.

You tend to give more than take in relationships.

You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time.

You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.

You are fickle and tend to fall out of love easily. You bounce from romance to romance.

what part of fall are you?

You Are Changing Leaves
Pretty, but soon dead.
What Part of Fall Are You?
“But why is gain an evil thing, Petyr?”

(The Witching Hour, Anne Rice)

i wanna friend with breast and all the rest

"to me, coming from you, friend is a four-letter word."



d^^b ))) cake



{pois é, coisas óbvias me chateiam também. sorry.}

!don't look back

"if they follow you
don't look back
like dylan in the movies
on your own
if they follow you
it's not your money that they're after, boy
it's you"


d^^b ))) belle & seb {meio óbvio, né? mas enfim...}
"why do you set out to break the one thing,
the one thing i have to give?"



d^^b ))) sixpence none the richer

começou de novo...

a sapa é um amor. ^^ ela até escreveu um "about me" pra mim no orkut. vou colocar ele aqui, mas aviso de cara que achei um exagero o tamanho dele e nem acho que tudo que tá nele é verdade. enfim...


hi there. my name is sapa. since marcus himself is too lazy to come up with an “about me” all by himself, i’ve taken up that task myself. so here goes...

+ he hates mini-rockers and can’t stand their sense of fashion {whatever it is that they might call fashion ¬¬}

+ he hates people who litter trash around

+ he hates {unnecessary} rudeness and arrogance

+ he doesn’t do drugs himself, but he doesn’t mind the fact that some of his friends do as he thinks they’re certainly not half as lame as he is

+ things he’s NOT: emo, indie, goth, rocker, yada yada yada. in fact, he hates labels. he is a *poser*, though

+ he is a bit of a slackbitch, but can’t put up with excessive laziness {on the part of others}

+ he loves taking notes of things he overhears, or of conversations he has with friends, etc.

+ he thinks sex is overrated + he is prone to pass out – more than the average person is

+ he’s rather squeamish about blood

+ he believes language is a weapon. he also belives most people don’t realise that and simply misuse it

+ he hates people who think they’ve got him all sussed out

+ he likes odd dance steps

{what the hell are you reading this crap for, anyway??? moving on...}

+ he can be somewhat heterophobic, but that’s something he’s not completely proud of + he can be extremely sweet and sensitive

+ he can also be extremely bitchy and mean

+ he’s prone to mood swings – constantly

+ he’s never marrying anyone. if he was, however, then it would have to be someone who enjoys belle & seb {don’t try to understand why} + he’s quite proud of his B’s but not of his b’s

+ he loves taking pics, especially ego shots + he likes funny people {both funny-haha and funny-peculiar}

+ he is keenly interested in languages, especially modern languages + he likes meeting people who share similar interests

+ he gets tired of things and people too easily

+ he can be quite unreasonable when upset

+ he enjoys writing creatively

+ he once dreamt of having kids and all that jazz

+ he hates religious people

+ he loves birds, especially birds of prey and hook-billed ones

+ he loves plants and trees and can get somewhat distressed at the sight of a tree that’s been chopped down

+ he likes being surrounded by his friends

+ he wants to live somewhere else

+ happy pics can make him sad

+ he hates people who keep trying to change his ways

+ he also hates annoying people who think they’ve found the key to happy living and keep rambling on that incessantly

+ he hates people who like to give *unrequested* advice about life, love and other mysteries

+ he often sleeps on the bus, a habit that sometimes lands him in big trouble – like when he got to work 40 minutes late for missing the bus stop

+ he’s not into sports. he did swimming classes when younger, but never went back to the fitness centre after throwing up in the locker room

+ btw, he never learned to play soccer {properly} and was often deemed too aggressive by his soccer mates

+ he’s fond of coming up with his own definitions for certain terms and often gets mad at people who don’t use those terms according to his own definitions

+ his mind is creative, original and alert according to orkut =P {to be continued...}



ah, nem espero que vc tenha tido saco de ler tudo que a sapa escreveu - eu não teria. ;)



d^^b ))) belle & seb
By looking at the sky on that hot spring night, one could easily tell that a thunderstorm was brewing, but it was hard - if not impossible - to prognosticate its full magnitude.

The wind had started approaching in awfully strong gusts that swept over the town. A white rag or a market bag flew past over our house in twirls. Mother started to call on the name of God, hoping that desperate cries would appease Him and drive the wind away. The light began to flicker on and off, on and off, on and off, as in an attempt to warn against likely trouble. I then decided to leave the house and stay outside, in the driveway, silently watching the night as the wind sensuously kissed my skin.

Finally, the storm began to fall in heavy drops on the tarmacadam ground. Rays of lightning streaked across the sky, warning the onlooker beware. Some were so powerful as to turn that dull dark-blue nightsky into a sea of cyan blue. The wind passed by, leaving behind traces of dirt on the pale ground.

The storm had now blown itself out. I went back into the sammon-stoned house. Life once more resumed its listless path. And now we could curse each other again.

ai ai!

no hospital...

¹ queria marcar uma consulta.
² com quem, senhora?
¹ ah, não sei.
² [?] mas a senhora tá sentindo o que?
¹ nada. é só que eu fui aí e achei o consultório bonito e queria me consultar.
² O_O {blinque blinque}



pois é. isso aconteceu de verdade. acredite se quiser.



mas nunca se esqueça > thruth is a discursive construction. ;)



d^^b ))) kaiser chiefs



http://www.fotolog.net/artsy_fartsy

http://www.fotolog.net/scarletscorpion

diálogos pós-modernos

¹ ah, a gente precisa achar alguém que goste de belle and sebastian pra ele.
² ah, e vc gosta de meninas ou meninos?
³ preferencialmente meninos.
² mmm...
³ :)











viva a diversidade! \o/

g'day.

based on her hairstyle, i'd say she's a poodle.






d^^b ))) belle & seb

je t'aime, sapa! (=

prometeu, tá prometido. aqui vão as fotos da minha sapa. ui ui ui. como eu a amo! ^^


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a sapa


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sapa sobre sapa. nb! isso não é cena de sexo.


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asapas


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sapa pagando de bodinha


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nós gostamos do céu de brasília.


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experiências pansexuais {não tentem isso em casa!}






d^^b ))) coldplay


feliz ano novo! ^^

nossa, parece que *todos todos todos* meus amigos nasceram em setembro. teve aniversário no dia 13, 15, hoje {três pessoas, acredita?}, tem tb no dia 23 e no dia 26 tb e pode ser que ainda tenha mais. isso tá me deixando meio tonto já.

alguém me chama pra comer brigadeiro? hohoho

ah, eu comprei uma SAPA! posto foto delas aqui amanhã.

(:

minha mãe disse que eu sou linda, tá?

não é de ver que até deram um jeito pra ele parecer bonito no programa de tv?




d^^b ))) jars of clay

je veux être seul.

quando você acorda às 4 da manhã pra andar pela casa escura e dançar musiquinhas obscuras na frente do computador, algo TEM que estar errado.

é.


d^^b ))) vive la fête




ps: nhaaaaaa... amo a nina! parabéns pra ela! \o/

barf barf barf. bleh. )=

este vai ser um post nojento, i'm sorry. passei mal hoje. acordei mal. vomitei. bleh. )=
tive que tomar plasil, o que me deixou um pouco preocupado porque na bula adverte que ele não deve ser ingerido por pessoas que já tiveram/têm depressão porque ele pode levá-las a tendências suicidas, sendo que já foram registrados casos de suicídio. não que eu já tenha tido depressão, mas eu queria fazer um drama bááásico. hohoho


carência? um pouco. ;)

ai ai. diz que me ama? =P

dot

Voltei pro Orkut e agora eu penso num novo about me toda hora. Sorry. My life *is* a teenage drama. I can't help it.
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Ah, hoje eu vi um monte de formigas quando eu estava indo pra UnB, o que me fez lembrar como eu odeio todas as formigas e acredito que elas vão dominar o mundo ainda. Formigas malditas! aaaargh. ¬¬


Vi uma frase no about me de uma amiga minha no Orkut e a.do.rei.: I'd say I'm up to anything as long as it's safe and legal. (((x {ok, isso pode soar meio clichê [?], mas eu gostei.}


Eu tenho tido tanta preguiça ultimamente. Nem quero mais ler, estudar, etc. Quero passar os restos do meu dia no Orkut, levando uma vida inútil.



d^^b >>> placebo



ps1: eu tinha tanta coisa pra falar hoje, mas tô sem saco agora.

ps2: desculpa pela aleatoriedade do post de hoje.

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hoje é 11 de setembro.

as pessoas me cansam de ser pessoa às vezes

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Me sinto mal às vezes. Eu tenho necessidade de ser amado por todos. E tento fazer o possível pra isso acontecer. Me faço de "bonzinho" e tudo mais. Na superfície, é claro. Anyway, isto tá me cansando porque eu percebi que eu NÃO preciso ser amado por todo mundo. Ninguém é. Ou foi. E ontem mesmo eu consegui ser THE bitch com alguém. Fiquei tão orgulhoso de mim mesmo.


d^^b >>> portishead


ps: Criei um novo flog pra quem se interessa > fotolog.net/artsy_fartsy

pedra, papel e tesouraaaaa!

E tinha uma pedra de chocolate no meio do sorvete de flocos.
No meio do sorvete de flocos tinha uma pedra de chocolate.


d^^b >>> vive la fête

my wandering days are over...

Bem, (eu sempre começo com "bem", né?) my wandering days are over. Or, at the very least, the SEEM to be over.

ui ui ai ai, q boooooooooooooooooooom! ^^

Anyway, reabri meu guestbook no fotolog depois de alguns dias de intensa pala - on my part, of course. E agora eu quero voltar pro Orkut. Eu acho que ainda não deveria porque eu não sei se eu já me recuperei totalmente do meu vício por Orkut...


Hoje é dia da independência! Feriaaaado! weeeeeee! (((: {eu sou completamente apolítico, i'm so sorry...}


Eu tinha decidido que eu gostaria de conhecer mais pessoas este semestre na UnB. E tenho me saído razoavelmente so far. Eu tenho tentado ser mais sociável também. As coisas têm funcionado bem se não fossem por algumas coisinhas. Por exemplo, tem gente que vive me ignorando. Tipo, CONSTANTEMENTE! E, bem, isso é pééééssimo, né? Porque eu, na medida do possível, tento ser legal com todo mundo. {não consigo, é claro, mas TENTO} Ai, tá tão dramático isso. Deixa pra lá.


Eu não devia amar o mundo do jeito que eu amo. Bleh! )=


E a greve das faculdades públicas? Pelo menos na UnB já foi decretada, mas eu ainda nem entendi como isso aconteceu porque TODOS os meus professores parecem que não estão interessados em parar agora... whateverrr... Eu também não queria parar agora porque eu queria que a UnB oferecesse curso de verão nas férias pra eu poder adiantar meu curso. Nem vai dar agora, né?


Um poema pra fechar o dia de uma maneira tosca:


Don't deprive me of my childhood.
It's your world(,) I fear.
Know ye not that?
Are ye so blind that ye forget
how painful it is to grow
and step into thy world?
I thus plead:
Lead me not into thy terror.
Thy haste strikes me as an error
- of ill-begotten fate and sin.




.ciao! {:



ps: O Boticário lançou um perfume chamado RHEA!!! Vocês têm noção disso?! :S



d~~b >>> belle & seb + le tigre

videos! ^^

Bem, não tenho nada demais pra falar hoje. A vida tá boa. E nem devia estar aqui porque eu tenho MUITA coisa pra fazer, mas whateverrr...

Vou deixar uns videozinhos e animações legais aqui hoje. Espero que gostem. ^^

http://www.filecabi.net/host/file/1118219367/wmv

http://www.3dweb.no/galleri/stuestolbm/bilder/anim1.swf

http://www.breel.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/gaydog/

http://www.breel.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/warmcat/

http://www.angryalien.com/0604/titanicbunnies.html

http://gprime.net/flash.php/thenewpunkfads


Bejim bejim tchau tchau. (:



d^^b >>> the smiths

elas pula, elas gira, elas dá cambalhota - são as ginasta carioca!

Parece que eu tenho tanta coisa pra falar, mas quando eu começo a escrever, eu nunca lembro de nada. hunft. =(

Anyway, ontem começaram minhas aulas de Cultura e Instituições Norte-Americanas na UnB. A professora parece ser bem simpática. ^^

E tem gente me dando mole na UnB - ou isso é só impressão minha e da Miriam?? ô.Ô

Hoje eu estou meio irresponsável. Minha aula de Literatura Inglesa - Drama Isabelino começa às 10.00 e eu devia estar nela neste exato momento, mas eu decidi ficar em casa hoje... Nem sei se vou pra UnB pra assistir as aulas que eu tenho mais tarde... yeah, whatever...

As minhas aulas de Expressão Oral 3 estão cansando a minha beleza - eu tô ODIANDO aquele professor!! grrrrr....


Nem sei se já falei isso aqui, mas eu acho que eu nunca me *apaixonei*. O máximo que eu já tive foram quedinhas, eu acho. Acho que estou naquela fase da adolescência onde você se "apaixona" por todo mundo, sabe? Pra falar a verdade, eu me sinto muito adolescente ainda - mesmo já tendo 20 anos!! Eu ainda não me defini direito - em nenhuma área, né? Porque até nas áreas que eu já me achava bem definido, eu estou me descobrindo bem indefinido agora... =( E como isso é chato porque todo mundo em volta já parece estar bem definido e decidido sobre o que quer. Bem, isso pode ser só impressão minha, né? Sei lá. Eu devia pensar menos e agir mais. Or whateverrr...


d^^b >>> montage

past posts

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