sol.praia?grama.c.r.a.z.y..splitted head-phones.talks.bus.praia.areia.
ser feliz nas pequenas coisas.
cinemark.food.ufes.aulas.amigos.profs.planos.
2007/2 promete.
ufes.poker.dede is missing.cellphone.sudoku.matos.lagoa.talks.gray sky.hemp.chiclete.dock.rain.smiles.
the earth is not a cold dead place.
ser feliz nas coisas pequanas.
reclamar menos.
ser a mudança interna.
é isso que importa em 2007/2.
*Mono - A Heart Has Asked For The Pleasure
"So you're interested in PUMA? Nice move. You're obviously smart, confident and know what you want in life. Sure, you work hard, but you're no slave to the race. You know the score. You call the shots. You make the most of your chances. So buy this it suits you."
Ana Pascal: [Hurt and annoyed that Harold refuses to just take the cookies and has offered to buy them] Go home Harold.
Harold Crick: Okay.
[starts for the door and realizes he's dissappointed her]
Harold Crick: Did- You made those cookies for me, didn't you.
[She looks at him sadly]
Harold Crick: You were just trying to be nice, and I blew it.
[reaches into his briefcase and retrieves the little black book where he's tracking his comedy vs tragedy tallies, and there are a lot of marks under tragedy. Sadly]
Harold Crick: This may sound like gibberish to you, but I think I'm in a tragedy.
não, nao, vem do ralo ali atras, estou com um probleminha...
e assim foi o filme...
mecheu comigo. =~
me senti ainda mais pequeno.
mais inutil.
mais sem rumo.
sem planejamento.
sem nada.
por que eu fui inventar de ir ao cinema?
por que eu me sinto tão inferior?
tão incapaz de fazer as menores coisas...
e eu ainda não sei porque estou escrevendo...
se eu me sinto tão estranho, tão, sei lá, sem sal nenhum, como eu posso estar com alguém?
como eu posso fazer alguém feliz?
e no final... tudo se baseia no onibus, e não no ralo.
porque no onibus eu sou apenas mais um lá, parado, esperando chegar em casa, observando, sendo feliz nas pequenas lembranças que me fazem esquecer de tudo citado acima.
Two nites ago, i had a dream.
And if you know me deep inside, you know what i mean by "i had a dream".
Well... it was about kicking someone's ass, literaly. But kicking in a really bad way, like the person can not get up, and is bleeding, and anything else.
The worst part is: i liked AND the person was not fully guilty(because the person did something "bad", in my point of view, but did not alone, you know?).
But what really makes me feel really bad is that it can happen in real life.
Now-a-days, i am feeling like Peter Petrelli, like a bomb ready to blow and destroy everything that i most care. And i know that i am good doing that.
But i do not want to.
And run away is not a way.
Face everything is the way, isn't?
Vou estudar pras duas provas que tenho daqui a pouco.
Se for bem, cumpri meu objetivo academico desse periodo, o resto vai ser lucro. ;)
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