quarta-feira, abril 23, 2008

Rise Above

Horóscopo de hoje:
"Someone's behavior will really frustrate you, but you have the power to rise above it if you choose to!"

Será a história da minha vida? rs

terça-feira, abril 22, 2008

Once



Gente, que que é esse filme??? MARAVILHOSO!!!!
As músicas são de arrancar os cabelos, cortar os pulsos com sulfite, chorar....ter esperanças! Lindo demais!!!!!!!!!!

O filme chama Apenas Uma Vez (Once), e está nos cinemas! =)
Site oficial do filme

Essa música foi a ganhadora do Oscar de Melhor Canção em 2008.

Falling Slowly
Glen Hansard & Markéta Irglová

I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing along

segunda-feira, abril 21, 2008

Wear sunscreen



If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.
Oh, never mind.
You will not understand the power
and beauty of your youth until they've faded.
But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of
yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much
possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future.
Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as
trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things
that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that
blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts.
Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy.
Sometimes you're ahead,
sometimes you're behind.
The race is long and, in the end,
it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive.
Forget the insults.
If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters.
Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know
what you want to do with your life.
The most interesting people I know didn't know at
22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some
of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees.
You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll divorce at 40,
maybe you'll dance the funky
chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.
Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself
too much, or berate yourself either.
Your choices are half chance.
So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body.
Use it every way you can.
Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it.
It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance,
even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions,
even if you don't follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines.
They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents.
You never know when they'll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings.
They're your best link to your past and the people
most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go,
but with a precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle,
because the older you get, the more you need the
people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it
makes you hard. Live in Northern California
once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths:
Prices will rise.
Politicians will philander.
You, too, will get old.
And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you
were young, prices were reasonable, politicians
were noble, and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund.
Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse.
But you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the
time you're 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy,
but be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia.
Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal,
wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts
and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

Mary Schmich

sábado, abril 19, 2008

It's My Life

Bon Jovi

This ain't a song for the broken-hearted
No silent prayer for faith-departed
I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd
You're gonna hear my voice
When I shout it out loud

CHORUS:
It's my life
It's now or never
I ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
(It's my life)
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just wanna live while I'm alive
It's my life

This is for the ones who stood their ground
For Tommy and Gina who never backed down
Tomorrow's getting hard make no mistake
Luck ain't even lucky
Got to make your owns breaks

Better stand tall when they're calling you out
Don't bend, don't break, baby, don't back down

terça-feira, abril 08, 2008

Some Color



It's time to put some color into my life!!!

terça-feira, abril 01, 2008

Breve Pensamento

Não sei mais o que fazer! Minha vida parece estar condenada a viver esse dilema para sempre. Ela ou eu? Me sinto totalmente responsável por ela, mas ao mesmo tempo, não gostaria de assim sentir...e acredito que não devesse sentir.

Penso se a questão é escolher entre a vida ou a morte...mas de quem? Minha ou dela? Dói tão fundo ficar, mas tranquiliza saber que ela está salva, apesar de eu não estar. Por outro lado, se escolho a minha vida, ponho a dela em perigo. Uma pessoa não deveria ter tamanho poder sobre a vida e a morte...quem sou eu pra decidir isso? Ainda não tive experiências suficientes, ainda não vivi grandes perdas ou grandes conquistas...com base em quê eu posso escolher qualquer uma das opções? Será que estou tão equivocada assim? Quem sabe não tenha que escolher...mas o que posso fazer? São tantas perguntas e nenhuma resposta.

O homem afinal é egoísta, não é? Porque me torturo tanto então?...talvez porque já saiba qual é a resposta...talvez porque eu vá comprovar a tese...talvez já saiba o que fazer, mas tento achar desculpas. É, acho que essa deve ser a explicação para eu estar escrevendo isso agora. Ou porque queira que alguém leia isso daqui a 30 anos...não sei!

As pessoas me parecem tão falsas...tão mascaradas...e não sei em quem confiar...queria que alguém tivesse a minha resposta, mas sei que isso é impossível...porque não há resposta! Só dúvidas!

De repente, cada movimento que dou me parece errado...todos eles. Será isso possível? Então não há um caminho certo? Enquanto escrevo agora, percebo que só faço perguntas...pra quem? Deus? Pra mim mesma? E continuo com as interrogações...


Acabei de achar esse texto, que escrevi no dia 17/08/2000...e fiquei surpresa com o quanto ainda me sinto assim...será esse mais um sinal de que não há resposta???