Thursday, August 31, 2006

Beauty Song (Jia Ren Qu)


bei fang you jia ren
jue shi er du li
yi gu qing ren cheng
zai gu qing ren guo
ning bu zhi
qing cheng yu qing guo
jia ren nan zai de

* * *

A rare beauty in the North...
She's the finest lady on earth
A glance from her, the city falls
A second glance leaves the whole nation in ruins
There is no city or nation that has been
More cherished than a beauty like this


* * *

Música de 'O clã das Adagas Voadoras', que tá passando agora no Telecine Cult.

Quantas você conhece?



E lá se vai o último dia de Agosto, mês do desgosto...
Logo numa quinta feira.

Roadhouse Blues











Ah keep your eyes on the road,
Your hands upon the wheel.
Keep your eyes on the road
Your hands upon the wheel.
Yeah, were going to the roadhouse,
Gonna have a real good-time.

Yeah, the back of the roadhouse,
Theyve got some bungalows.
Yeah, the back of the roadhouse,
Theyve got some bungalows.

They dance for the people
Who like to go down slow.

Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, all night long.

You gotta roll, roll, roll,
You gotta thrill my soul, alright.
Roll, roll, roll, roll-a
Thrill my soul.

Ashen-lady.
Ashen-lady.
Give up your vows.
Give up your vows.
Save our city.
Save our city.
Ah, right now.

Well, I woke up this morning
And I got myself a beer.
Well, I woke up this morning
And I got myself a beer.

The futures uncertain
And the end is always near.

Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, all night looooooooooooooooooooong.

Emergência



Quem faz um poema abre uma janela.
Respira, tu que estás numa cela
abafada,
esse ar que entra por ela.
Por isso é que os poemas têm ritmo
- para que possas profundamente respirar.
Quem faz um poema salva um afogado.


Mario Quintana - Emergência, em Apontamentos de história sobrenatural

Wednesday, August 30, 2006


"Life dies inside a person when there are no others willing to be-friend him. He thus gets filled with emptiness and a non-existent sense of self-worth."

- Mark R. J. Lavoie

Tuesday, August 29, 2006



Eu não sei se as pessoas (de quem eu gosto e dizem gostar de mim) têm noção do quanto as palavras delas mexem comigo, do quanto eu levo a sério o que elas dizem. Se têm, por favor, não brinquem com meus sentimentos. Não digam coisas sérias e depois venham me dizer: ah, mas era só brincadeira. Não!, por favor.

"Onde eu possa plantar meus amigos".

De que adianta plantar, se você não sabe cuidar?
Uma hora eles morrem.
E você sempre vai sentir a falta deles,
e sempre vai doer um pouco.

Friday, August 25, 2006



Agora que rebaixaram Plutão pra categoria de planetóide, como será que esse povo que faz mapa astrológico vai se virar?

pimenta no orkut dos outros...



Além de nos ajudar a lembrar dos aniversários dos outros, o Orkut é um bom passatempo. Você pode ser daqueles que tem o trabalho de apagar todos os s-crap's que recebe ou então apaga só os de spam, como eu. Mas pior que spam só esse povo sem noção que brota do nada no meu s-crapbook:

"oi colega vi vc na comunidade dos gatos e entrei pra te convidar eu amooooo gatos e cachorros e todos os tipos de animais por isso estou aki pra te convidar pra ser minha amiga .... um abraço sabrina"
Essa tá com uma fome danada, comeu todas as vírgulas.

"Vi que você gosta de rock por isso quero ser seu amigo"
Vi que você tem dois olhos, uma boca e um nariz, quero ser sua amiga.

"pow cat mim add ai"
hein?!

"oi Lady! olhei teu perfil e álbum, axei legal, gostaria q vc m aceitasse em tua lista, queria kem sabe compartilhar informações c vc, vja meu perfil s axah interessante m add, tah? vlw, akele abraço,bjs!"
Que medo que eu tenho de gente que escreve assim...

"oi dos E.U., e parabens para sendo uma linguista boa! "mirror-cracking material"?!? not even close! vc eh muita linda! um beijo do seu amigo Rick"
mim-jane-você-tarzan e seus malditos tradutores online! arg!

"oi. me desculpa, mas sou mais velho que vc. desculpa de novo, mas naum intendi nada do que vc escreveu nas fotos. vc´parece ser interessante. eu tb sou de bh. mas naum estou procurando namoro. só amizade ou algo mais. ( sem o brigação.) se quiser me deixe um recado. beijos"
Essa nem preciso comentar! hahahahah!!


E por aí vai...
Orkut é também uma fonte de boas risadas.

pensamentos imperfeitos



Que inteligência é afrodisíaco não se discute. Mas que os brainiacs podiam ser um pouco mais bonitinhos, podiam...

Tá, então eu tô com a faca e o queijo na mão.
Mas e se não for a faca certa? E se não for o queijo que eu quero?
O jeito é eu resolver logo a minha vida, antes que a faca enferruje ou me roubem o queijo.
bah, eu penso demais.

"Work like you don't need money, Dance like no one's watching , and Love like you've never been hurt."

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Final de Temporada

Deterioration of the Fight or Flight Response

Deterioration of the Fight or Flight Response

Fight or flight. Run from your problems, or stay and tough it out. When faced with stressful situations, people tend to react in one of these two ways, as many Seattle Grace staffers will soon demonstrate.

In the first 10 minutes of this heart-stopper (pun not intended), Derek examines Burke do determine the extent of his injuries, and is faced with the difficult task of operating on a friend. A bullet caused an aneurysm near Preston's spine, and is limiting the motion in his left hand. Since he'd be finished as a surgeon without his hand at 100 percent, Burke has two options: wait it out and see if the condition improves, or have Derek attempt a risky operation that could cause further, permanent nerve damage.

When he asks Cristina's advice, she walks away, unable to see Burke in such a vulnerable state. After much soul searching, Derek agrees to attempt it.

Richard is then greeted by his wife, Adele. Their niece, Camille, is rushed to the hospital. She fainted after her senior prom. In the act of losing her V-Card. Richard? Not happy. Camille is diagnosed with terminal ovarian cancer -- she survived a bout with it three years prior -- which devastates Richard. After he sends Camille's fellow prom-goers home, Adele becomes enraged and criticizes his lack of respect for family, outing his affair with Ellis Grey in the process. Richard agrees to throw a senior prom at Seattle Grace in honor of Camille, which the whole staff will attend.

Later, Richard tells Derek that he though the relationship with the elder Dr. Grey had been clandestine the entire time.

The interns, meanwhile, are all battling to save Denny. Burke sent Cristina to check on them, and George paged Meredith, so it's a fearsome foursome keeping Denny's heart pumping. Izzie's plan appears to be working as Denny deteriorates quickly without his LVAD. Right before passing out, he asks for her hand in marriage. Alex is unable to buy more time at Mercy West as Dr. Burke's counterpart, Dr. Han, harvests the donor heart for her own patient's use. Bailey discovers what the interns are up to, furiously stripping Izzie of her duties at the hospital and asking Richard for his "hypothetical" advice on what to do about the transplant.

However, because no intern will specifically admit responsibility, there is no proof, and by maintaining silence they plan to keep their jobs.

When Richard learns what happened, he is equally furious, but says their responsibility is to the patient, who is going to die without a transplant. A phone call later, Alex brings both the heart and Dr. Han -- who will do the surgery with Burke out of commission -- to Seattle Grace. The interns refuse to turn Izzie in, even during Richard's tirade. After a period of intense flat-lining, Dr. Han successfully completes the heart transplant while Derek is forced to wake Preston up during his operation when concerns arise over possible nerve damage.

Losing My Religion

Losing My Religion

In the Southeast, to lose one's religion means to lose civility. To fly off the handle. Give up control of one's better judgment, even. With all that took place in the first hour (Deterioration of the Fight or Flight Response), emotions are running high as the second half of the finale begins.

A revitalized Denny wakes up from his heart transplant (received in the first part of the night's finale) and his more upbeat than ever, reiterating his marriage proposal to Izzie, who remains taken aback by it. She leaves the room and tells him she'll return later. Burke wakes up from his own operation and experiences problems in his left hand, as the fingers shake. Cristina is still unable to reach out emotionally to him. The interns, meanwhile, are transformed into one giant prom committee by Richard and taken off all surgeries until someone comes forward about the stunt they pulled.

George dodges Calli when she asks what he's been up to, and Meredith is equally awkward when Finn arrives at Seattle Grace unannounced. Despite bad news about Doc, who Finn recommends be put to sleep, Meredith seems more or less happy to see him and invites him to the prom later. Derek extends the same invitation to Addison. The interns are then called in to see Richard, who plans on grilling them individually until they break. Surprisingly, all of them (Alex included) refuse to roll over on Izzie, instead turning their interrogations into personal therapy sessions.

-- Alex talks about how he may not like his fellow interns, but they're in it together, like members of a football team.
-- George nearly cracks under Dr. Webber's stare, but manages to keep the secret. He apologizes for not saying what Richard wants to hear, much like his situation with Calli.
-- Izzie discusses how Denny looks at her as a person, not just a hot chick, which she is, and that's why she loves him so.
-- Cristina pours her heart out and asks how Richard keeps his edge, as she has clearly lost part of hers in the past day or two.
-- Meredith turns the interrogation around, and admits to having figured out the relationship between Richard and her mother.

Despite his frustration over the unresolved incident with Denny's LVAD, Richard shares a poignant moment with his niece as the prom gets underway. After putting their forlorn canine friend to sleep, Meredith and Derek arrive at the event with their respective dates. After a moment of eye contact that means far more than a passing glance, the two disappear to a room at the hospital, where Meredith demands he stop looking at her that way. Derek would, he says, but he can't. Then they make love, naturally.

George tells Calli that he can't force his feelings for her, but wants time so that he means them. They make up and make out. With Izzie on her way up to see Denny before the prom, he dies suddenly due to a blood clot. Izzie is devastated but Alex consoles her and carries her out of the hospital. As she leaves, she admits responsibility to Richard and quits the internship. As the screen fades to black on Season Two, Meredith and Derek ask each other what their encounter means, and final scene shows her looking back and forth between Finn and Derek, unsure of where to turn.

Fonte: http://www.greysanatomyinsider.com



Putz! Vou ter que esperar até a próxima temporada pra saber se a Mere vai ficar com o McDreamy ou o McVet? Sacanagem!!!

NHAM!





Assistindo Grey's e comendo abacaxi grelhado...

Grey's Anatomy



Tô vendo agora o episódio especial de final de temporada do Grey's Anatomy.
Daqui a pouco eu faço um comentário a respeito.
Minhas bugigangas chegaram!!
EEEeeee!!!
Today's fortune:
A cheerful letter or message is on its way to you


Deve ser esse:

Informamos que seu pedido de número X foi enviado para a transportadora no dia 23/08/2006 e será entregue até o dia 27/08/2006.


EEeee!!

hohoho

Your sense of humor is Dark Humor

There are some things some people don't even talk about. But you somehow manage to make jokes about them. Your humor type is dark and you never met a topic that was too sacred. It's not that you're twisted (well, maybe a little); you just believe that laughter is the universal healer. There's always room to lighten the mood.

From broken hearts to broken limbs to death itself, you are willing to go where few others dare to venture. Whether you're watching Evil Dead 2 for the 58th time or whipping out another one of your morgue jokes, it's always refreshing for others to catch a glimpse through your cracked lens.

Quando eu me espalho...


...ninguém me junta!

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Todo sobre Almodóvar - ALLmodovar !


Agora tá passando Todo sobre mi madre.
Essa semana ainda vai passar Carne Trémula.
Parece que tão fazendo um festival Almodóvar no Telecine Cult.
EBA!

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Eba!

Comprei umas bugigangas hoje!

Grill The Champ - Estufa Transparente - George Foreman 110V
Toda vez que vejo essa porcaria no Shoptime eu fico babando...

Secador de Cabelo Isis 1200 Bivolt - Mallory

o meu pifou

Aspirador de Pó The Boss Z56B 150W Portátil - Electrolux 110V

Todo gato tinha que vir com um desse de brinde.

Tomara que chegue tudo até sexta feira...

You're a Critic!


Your personality is actually determined by two personality sub-types - your primary, or dominant sub-type, and your secondary sub-type. You are a Critic which means you are a Thinker / Success Your primary sub-type is defined by "Thinker" characteristics and your secondary sub-type is defined by "Success" characteristics.

That means you're complex, thoughtful and never content to skate on the surface. Chances are you veer towards being so analytical and introspective that even positive qualities can seem like faults. The truth is that you have a very perceptive, gentle spirit.

How do we know all this? How do we know that you hate chaos at work and prefer a structured environment? Or that sometimes you feel undervalued by your boss? How could we have divined that there's a part deep inside you that's aching to make more money?

Because while you were taking the test, you answered four different types of questions — questions that measured confidence, apprehension, willingness to take risks, and your focus on experience versus appearance — the primary traits that determine your personality. Based on your responses, we determined your personality type, Critic.

Saturday, August 19, 2006

mocoronga



Né por nada não, mas depois de desencavar essa foto do fundo do baú eu percebi que o tempo passou e eu fiquei velha e acabada. Já a Lu, tá cada dia mais linda e charmosa.
Vai ser azarada assim lá na conchinchina!

Nos conhecemos na internet, aquela coisa de 'eu te conto minhas mentiras e você me conta as suas'. Descobrimos muitas afinidades e acabamos virando amigas; saíamos pra encher a cara (meeeeeeeeesmo) e nos divertir. Era um tempo bom, sem preocupações, sem trabalho, só diversão. Até que um dia eu resolvi gostar de um cara. E, droga, parece que ela gostou dele também. Brigamos, nos separamos. Cada uma foi viver a sua vidinha.
Depois de mais de 6 anos ela me aparece no Orkut me adicionando com amiga.
'ué, amiga? então tá.'
Aceitei pra ver no que ia dar. Recomeçamos a nos descobrir. E não é que ela resolveu fazer o mesmo curso que eu: Letras! E dar aulas de inglês também! Vixe, é coincidência demais, somos muito parecidas. Depois de muito bate-papo vimos que brigamos por besteira, por causa de um fulaninho que não valia as calças que vestia; e resolvemos voltar a ser amigas.
Não nego que nesse intervalo de mais de 6 anos eu senti muita falta dela, das nossas noitadas, nossas conversas sérias e, na maioria das vezes, etílicas. Era amizade mesmo.
Pois é, Lu, temos 6 anos pra recuperar aí!

Friday, August 18, 2006

Ata-me!



Opa! Hoje tem filme do Almodóvar no Telecine Cult!
É por isso que eu amo esse canal...

Thursday, August 17, 2006

A Seta e o Alvo
























( Paulinho Moska)

Eu falo de amor à vida,
Você de medo da morte.
Eu falo da força do acaso
E você de azar ou sorte.
Eu ando num labirinto
E você numa estrada em linha reta.
Te chamo pra festa,
Mas você só quer atingir sua meta.
Sua meta é a seta no alvo,
Mas o alvo, na certa, não te espera.
Eu olho pro infinito
E você de óculos escuros.
Eu digo: "Te amo!"
E você só acredita quando eu juro.
Eu lanço minha alma no espaço,
Você pisa os pés na terra.
Eu experimento o futuro
E você só lamenta não ser o que era.
E o que era?
Era a seta no alvo,
Mas o alvo, na certa, não te espera.
Eu grito por liberdade,
Você deixa a porta se fechar.
Eu quero saber a verdade
E você se perocupa em não se machucar.
Eu corro todos os riscos,
Você diz que não tem mais vontade.
Eu me ofereço inteiro
E você se satisfaz com metade.
É a meta de uma seta no alvo,
Mas o alvo, na certa não te espera!
Então me diz qual é a graça
De já saber o fim da estrada,
Quando se parte rumo ao nada?
Sempre a meta de uma seta no alvo,
Mas o alvo, na certa, não te espera.
Então me diz qual é a graça
De já saber o fim da estrada,
Quando se parte rumo ao nada?

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

asterix? dublado? pânico? hein?

Asterix e os Vikings é adiado no Brasil

"A animação Asterix e os Vikings (Astérix et les vikings, 2006), sucesso na França, teve sua estréia adiada no Brasil. Chegaria em 18 de agosto e agora será lançado em setembro, possivelmente no dia 22.

A versão brasileira terá dublagem da equipe do Pânico (estréia adiada tudo bem, mas essa não tem como compensar...). Asterix ganhará voz do repórter Vesgo, o Obelix será feito pelo Ceará e o par romântico formado por Calhambix e Abba será dublado pelo Mendigo e Sabrina Sato."

Fonte: Omelete


Não é a toa que eu ODEiO filme dublado.

Monday, August 14, 2006

Renegade


(STYX)

Oh mamma I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
Lawman has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home
Oh mamma I can hear you a-crying you're so scared and all alone
Hangman is coming down from the gallows and I don't have very long

The jig is up the news is out they've finally found me
The renegade who had it made retrieved for a bounty
Never more to go astray
This will be the end today of the wanted man

Oh mamma I've been years on the lam
And had a high price on my head
Lawman said get him dead or alive
Now it's for sure he'll see me dead
Dear mamma I can hear you crying
You're so scared and all alone
Hangman is coming down from the gallows
And I don't have very long

The jig is up, the news is out
They finally found me
The renegade who had it made
Retrieved for a bounty
Never more to go astray
The judge'll have revenge today
On the wanted man

Oh Mama, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
Hangman is coming down from the gallows And I don't have very long

The jig is up, the news is out
They finally found me
The renegade who had it made
Retrieved from a bounty
Never more to go astray
This'll be the end today
Of the wanted man

oh, really? you think?



It's been how many years and you're still saving the galaxy?
You are very loyal to your personal set of morals and help lots and lots of poor people. Your husband runs away but then runs back. Your daughter thinks you suck. But then she forgives you, and it's all good. Except for the fact that your baby boy and Chewie are deader than a box of rocks. But Jacen isn't! I'm in denial! Jacen isn't! No one believes you and they're all proven wrong in the end. Hoorah.


I took the New Jedi Order Character Quiz and All I got was this lousy picture.

this quiz was made by jedifreac

Saturday, August 12, 2006

Ê sábado preguiçoso...



Pedi coalhada e uns pãezinhos no Habbib's e tô esparramada no sofá vendo TV. Tá passando o 'Rock in Rio Lisboa' (contraditório esse nome, hein? Por que simplesmente não colocaram 'Rock in Lisboa'? povo maluco...) na TNT. Quando eu liguei o Roger Waters tava começando a cantar(errr.. fingir que canta) another brick in the wall, depois mother e shine on you crazy diamond.
Maravilha! - pensei - Achei meu programa pra essa tarde!
Ledo engano... Logo depois do intervalo aparece no palco pra cantar ninguém menos que Ivete Sangalo! Sai de mim, capeta!!!!! Mudei de canal na hora!
Tô achando que vou mesmo é ler um livro e dar uma cochilada... Ser fagocitada pelo sofá numa tarde quente e monótona de sábado até que não é má idéia...

Friday, August 11, 2006

Lets spend the night together



(Rolling Stones)

My, my, my, my
Dont you worry bout whats on your mind (oh my)
Im in no hurry I can take my time (oh my)
Im going red and my tongues getting tied (tonguess getting tied)
Im off my head and my mouths getting dry.
Im high, but I try, try, try (oh my)
Lets spend the night together
Now I need you more than ever
Lets spend the night together now

I feel so strong that I cant disguise (oh my)
Lets spend the night together
But I just cant apologize (oh no)
Lets spend the night together
Dont hang me up and dont let me down (dont let me down)
We could have fun just groovin around around and around
Oh my, my
Lets spend the night together
Now I need you more than ever
Lets spend the night together

Lets spend the night together
Now I need you more than ever

You know Im smiling baby
You need some guiding baby
Im just deciding baby; now-
I need you more than ever
Lets spend the night together
Lets spend the night together now

This doesnt happen to me evryday (oh my)
Lets spend the night together
No excuses offered anyway (oh my)
Lets spend the night together
Ill satisfy your every need (every need)
And I now know you will satisfy me
Oh my, my, my, my, my
Lets spend the night together
Now I need you more than ever
Lets spend the night together now


"Come chocolates, pequena;
Come chocolates!
Olha que não há mais metafísica no mundo senão chocolates.
Olha que as religiões todas não ensinam mais que a confeitaria.
Come, pequena suja, come!
Pudesse eu comer chocolates com a mesma verdade com que comes!
Mas eu penso e, ao tirar o papel de prata, que é de folha de estanho,
Deito tudo para o chão, como tenho deitado a vida."

Trecho de Tabacaria - Fernando Pessoa/Álvaro de Campos

frase do dia



Coma chocolate e seja feliz!

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Entre Nous

(Rush)

We are secrets to each other
Each one's life a novel
No-one else has read.
Even joined in bonds of love,
We're linked to one another
By such slender threads.

We are planets to each other,
Drifting in our orbits
To a brief eclipse.
Each of us a world apart,
Alone and yet together,
Like two passing ships.

Just between us,
I think it's time for us to recognize
The differences we sometimes fear to show.
Just between us,
I think it's time for us to realize
The spaces in between
Leave room for you and I to grow.

We are strangers to each other,
Full of sliding panels,
An illusion show.
Acting well-rehearsed routines
Or playing from the heart?
It's hard for one to know.

We are islands to each other,
Building hopeful bridges
On a troubled sea.
Some are burned or swept away,
Some we would not choose,
But we're not always free.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Mioooooooooooooooolos

Kick boxing cansa, cansa muito.

A aula é de uma hora e meia. Com trinta minutos já tô com meio metro de língua pra fora. Com 45 eu tô fingindo que faço abdominal. Faltando meia hora pra acabar a aula a gente começa a treinar os chutes, (EEeeee!!!) a parte que eu mais gosto (e mais me arrebento). E dá-lhe porrada na coitada da menina segurando o aparador (dei vários chutes nela ao invés do aparador, foi divertido), no bob e no saco de areia [ai! eita trem duro!(pensa besteira não, gente!)]. Mais umas flexões pra terminar, cumprimento e é isso aí. O negócio agora é sair correndo pra monopolizar o bebedouro, tomar um banho gelado e ficar que nem zumbi de filme do Romero andando pela rua mancando e gemendo.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Mrs. Norris


Arrebentei o dedão do pé na aula ontem, foi lindo. Levantou a unha e tudo mais. Delícia.

aaaaaaaaaaaai tô cansaaaaaaaada...

mas tô feliz ;)

Monday, August 07, 2006

confession



i have created
so many myselves
to fight against

so many opinions
so many views
to debate

sometimes i feel
i caged myself
in the real
with these words
i can't take back

so much real
so much perception
i have gathered like dust
i end up realising
my reasons are absurd

i have loved the chaos
that surrounds me
now i realise
its always bound me
to these memories
i have tried to forget
to these people
i have tried to forgive

i am trapped
in a lifetime
i tried to erase
i'm tired of this nothingness
that i always face

i realise now
its cost me more than it should
my life and confessions
in a chaotic world
dominated by fools

Undo me while I can be undone


I am being disguised as a cover up lie,
Like red bands and frills on the way...
You never really know if you can fly
Till you hold your breath and fly away...

You could find me unfolded in a corner
Unwrapped from within, swirling around.
Like I had my way and the right answer...
I could sing so loud and make no sound.

Write me another word of love tomorrow
Have been a cover up lie for so long...
Undo me while I can be undone from sorrow.
I really want this to be a happy song..