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sábado, novembro 11, 2006

Não posso continuar este blog.

"não sei se me mataste na tua vida ou te suicidaste na minha..."

Férias prolongadas ou vitalícias? Ainda a saber.

quinta-feira, outubro 19, 2006

Psiquiatras e psicólogos - uma peça a estrear hoje às 15h30 no Magalhães Lemos

Será que devia ter medo? Porque tenho aquela sensação esquisita no estomâgo... Não faço a mais pequena ideia do que lhe dizer. Não quero ir falar com alguém sabendo que vou ser analisada ao pormenor. Para isso é que servem os amigos, para nos ouvirem caso seja preciso, certo? Aliás, agora que o problema já passou, é que me metem numa coisa destas? Cabe na cabeça de alguém?
Devia ter medo? Não sei. Só se for para falar no passado.

sexta-feira, setembro 29, 2006

Idiotas. Idiotas, idiotas, idiotas, idiotas. São todos uns parvos. Já não me identifico. Já não me quero identificar. Estou farta disso. Daquele mundo. Párem de me puxar para ele. Parvos. Abram os olhos de vez em quando e vejam outras realidades. Estúpidos. Não sou capaz de vos ajudar. Fazem-me raiva. Idiotas...
IDIOTAS, IDIOTAS, IDIOTAS!!!!!
(desabafo de frustração)

terça-feira, setembro 12, 2006

Sabes o que é pior...? É que fechei aquela porta com raiva, com ódio...







E magoei a única pessoa que nunca me fez mal nenhum.

segunda-feira, setembro 11, 2006

I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.
I'm BLACK, so I MUST carry a gun.
I'm HISPANIC, so I MUST be dirty.
I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be smart.
I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser.
I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.
I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.
I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.
I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.
I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.
I'm OVERWEIGHT, so I MUST have a problem with self control.
I'm a TEENAGE MOM, so I MUST be an irresponsible slut.
I'm an ATHEIST, so I MUST hate the world.
I DON'T HAVE A RELIGION, so I MUST not have morals.
I'm REPUBLICAN, so I MUST not care about poor people.
I'm DEMOCRAT, so I MUST not believe in being responsible.
I'm JAMAICAN so I must smoke weed.
I am LIBERAL, so I MUST be gay.
I TAKE ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.
I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.
I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem.
I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient store.
I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a stuck up whore.
I'm on a DANCE team, so I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore.
I wear SKIRTS a lot, so I MUST be a slut.
I'm a PUNK, so I MUST do drugs.
I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive.
I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.
I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth.
I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a stupid ditz.
I'm CUBAN, so I MUST spend my spare time rolling cigars.
I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border.
I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy.
I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN, so I MUST be a home-wrecking whore.
I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.
I GOT A CAR FOR MY BIRTHDAY, so I MUST be a spoiled brat.
I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin.
I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life.
I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention.
I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS so I MUST be looking for attention.
I'm INTO THEATER ART, so I MUST be a homosexual.
I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be fucking them all.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be gay.
I HAVE BIG BOOBS, so I MUST be a whore.
I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.
I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.
I'm GERMAN, so I MUST be a Nazi.
I hang out with GAYS, so I MUST be GAY TOO.
I'm BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT.
I'm AZOREAN, so I must wear folk clothes, shoes and travel in a cow.
I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly or crazy.
I'm BLACK, so I MUST love watermelon and fried chicken.
I'm BI, so I MUST think every person I see is hot.
I'm ASIAN, so I MUST have a small penis.
I have a DIFFERENT sence of HUMOR, so I MUST be crazy.
I dont like the SUN so I MUST be albino.
I have a lot of FRIENDS, so I MUST love to drink and party.
I wear tight PANTS and I'm a guy, so I MUST be emo.
I couldn't hurt a FLY, So I MUST be a pussy.
I support GAY RIGHTS, so I MUST fit in with everyone.
I hang out with teenaged drinkers and smokers, so I MUST smoke and drink too.
I go to a PRIVATE SCHOOL so I MUST be a rich snob.
Im CHRISTIAN, so I MUST hate gay people.
I have ARTISTIC TALENT, so I MUST think little of those who don't.
I don't like to be in a BIG GROUP, so I MUST be anti-social.
I participate in SPORTS COMPITITIONS so I MUST think I'm better than you.
I tell people OFF, so I MUST be an overcontrolling bitch.
Im a NUDIST,so I MUST want everyone to see my boobs.
I’m a GOTH, so I MUST be a Satanist.
I’m a CROSSDRESSER, so I Must be homosexual.
I am a FANGIRL so I MUST be a crazy, obsessed stalker.
I WATCH PORN so I MUST be perverted.
I'm an ONLY CHILD so I MUST be spoiled.
I'm INTELLIGENT so I MUST be weak.
I don't have a BOYFRIEND so I MUST be a lesbian or prude.
I'm not RELIGEOUS so I MUST be a bad person.
I SWEAR so I MUST be a bad person.
I have a CAT so I MUST hate dogs.
I like to ROLEPLAY so I MUST be a freak.
I wear SKATE SHOES but don't skate board so I MUST be a poser.
I LOVE Halloween so I MUST be emo.
I'm BRUNETTE so I MUST be ugly and smart.
I hate WEARING SHOES so I MUST be a hippie.
I'm HOMESCHOOLED so I MUST be a wuss.
Im DEFENSIVE, so I MUST be overcontrolling and a bitch.
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domingo, setembro 10, 2006

Walk scene - Me&You&Everyone We Know

Christine: I'm not following you. My car's parked over there.
Richard: In Smart Park?
Christine: No, on Front Street.
Richard: Oh, I parked in Smart Park.
Christine: So, at the end of the next block we'll separate. At Tyrone Street.
Richard: Yeah, the "Ice Land" sign is halfway. It's the halfway... point.
Christine: Ice Land is— It's kind of like that point in a relationship, you know... where you suddenly realize it's not gonna last forever. You know, you can see the end in sight. Tyrone Street.

Richard: Yeah, but we're not even there yet. We're still at the good part. We're not even sick of each other yet.
Christine: I'm not sick of you at all! And wow! It's been a good like six months, right?
Richard: What? Six months? Then the Ice Land sign is like eight months? You think we'd only last a year and a half?
Christine: I don't know. I don't want to be presumptuous.
Richard: I was thinking... that Tyrone... was like years away at least.
Christine: Yeah?
Richard: Yeah.
Christine: Okay. Well, actually I was thinking... Tyrone is, like,when we die of old age. And this is, like, our whole life together, this block.
Richard: See, that's perfect. Let's do it that way.
Christine: Okay. (...) Well, guess it can't be avoided. Everyone dies.
Richard: I could walk you to your car.
Christine: Maybe we should just be glad... that we lived this long, good life together. You know, it's so much more than most people ever get to have.
Richard: Okay.
Christine: Okay. Well, don't be afraid.
Richard: Okay.
Christine: Here we go.
Richard: Here we go.

sábado, setembro 09, 2006

Goldfish scene - Me&You&Everyone We Know

Michael: Christine...
Christine: Oh God. Roll down your window. We have to tell him.
Michael: No. If he stops, it'll fall off. Even if he slows down, it'll fall. The best thingfor that fish would be... if he could just drive steadily... forever.
Christine: I guess these are his last moments of life. Shall we say some words? I didn't know you... but I want you to die knowing that you were loved. I love you.

Michael: Hey. It was on your roof! We'll go in front of you! Pull in front of him.
Christine: Okay.
Michael: We've got to keep him at a steady speed. Just keep them steady.
Christine: Oh, God. That little girl is gonna have to watch it.
Michael: But at least they know. At least we're all together on this.
Reflections in the Mirror