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I know you. You are too short. You have bad skin. You couldn't talk to them very well. Words didn't seem to work. They lied when they came out of your mouth. You tried so hard to understand them. You wanted to be part of what was happening. You saw them having fun, and it seemed like such a mystery--almost magic. It made you think that there was something wrong with you. You'd look in the mirror

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I think that I can't even reach your ghost anymore. I wonder where you went. Or why I feel so barren.

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There are days when I feel like dying.

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Well, lately I have been cursed with a tidal wave of bad movies. Therefore, I will post them here, so that you can avoid them. The Hole was not THAT bad. It was alright, I'll admit. Abandoned and Deadline were alright, too. However, you can see a very crazy Brittany Murphy. You can JUST TELL that something is wrong, especially in regards to her hair. I have never seen someone with such bad

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No soul more loving or tender than mine has ever existed, no soul so full of kindness, of pity, of all the things of tenderness and of love. Yet, no soul is so lonely as mine - not lonely, be it noted, from exterior, but from interior circumstances. I mean this: together with my great tenderness and kindness an element of an entirely opposite kind entered into my character, an element of sadness

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April 24th, 2010 Still don't feel like translating. So, pictures and videos in Portuguese. This post is just a copy of what I posted in my other blog. It's better to post there, because I don't have to translate anything and there I am posting for the people who are interested in what I did, like my sister and some friends. Here it is just a formality, so skip the whole thing. Be my guest.

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April 23rd 2010 (I still don't feel like translating my journal. Or the videos. So, watch them if you want to, don't watch them if you don't feel like it. Do your thing...) Grafton St.  View Larger Map View Larger Map View Larger Map Bon Jovi!

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It's%20All%20Going%20On by Marc%20Almond

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Due to lack of time, I'm starting my travel journal tonight. Be patient, one day I will finish it.I was going to copy and translate things from my journal, but I've realized that it's no good. So, I will post some pictures and some videos, even the ones in which I speak only Portuguese. There are some in English, but just from Paris and Valencia, so bear with me and sooner or later you will

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she took a deep breath and plunged in the dark and unknown realm of that hole. she had a vague memory of those fingers, of those eyes, but everything else was left to her imagination. so many times had she pictured that, so many times had she desired that body, that breath. her body was feverish and her voice trembled. everything she desired was to be thrown against the wall, to feel his nails

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Saw this yesterday by chance and thought it was the funniest thing in the universe. For now, anyway.

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Plate 5 Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained; and the restrainer of reason usurps its place & governs the unwilling. And being restrain'd it by degrees becomes passive till it is only the shadow of desire. ~~ William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

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My conscience There are people in this world that need a push, that need to be awakened by the words of others. I don't hold myself above such category. No, that is where I am included. Everyday I pray for something to release me, for something to blow me to smithereens. And today I was helped by my beloved Henry Valentine Miller. Sometimes I forget how much he has helped me already. I tend to

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How I wish I could be more objective and simply forget you altogether. But your fingers dig into my skin and roust my spirit, fomenting everything I try to forget. And how can I escape you? I ask myself that question every single day. It’s alive, once more. Damn.

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So, I have finally found me some time to ponder about this post and decided to rewrite everything. Rewriting doesn't really change the fact that what has been decided will remain in place. This blog, as of today, remains inactive due to my deeply yearned blogicide. After months and months of pondering, I've decided that that's the only way to go. I mean, this blog has a lot of baggage and baggage

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O.Children - Dead Disco DancerO. CHILDREN | Vídeos de Música do MySpaceO. Children kicks some serious asses. That said, I will end here, otherwise I will say more than I should. And I shouldn’t. It is not worth it.

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This song is for you. I was going to write more. But, have the song instead. PJ Harvey & Thom Yorke - This Mess We're In

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Today I’m off. I like days like this, when I have time to just watch something on TV. OF COURSE that I should be doing something else – just like whoever is reading this. I should correct some homework from my students, I should make me some dinner and stuff like that, but I’m really lazy. Just want to stay here on my bed, doing nothing. Man, I’m tired. The only thing that gets me going is the

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This post started to be written more than a month ago. Only now is that I had time to finish writing it, so, sorry for the scatterbrainedness. ------For lack of time and things to say, here are more movies I watched during the last few days. I have a ton more and soon they will be here, unless, of course, there is something more interesting to talk about. On a brief note, I'm quite happy,

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I will definitely not have time to translate all the captions I used for my posting in Portuguese. However, I'll leave the pictures, they speak for themselves. Awesome Zombie Walk. More than a thousand zombies roaming downtown. And I even had to explain to some passers by what the fuck we were doing. Lotsa fun. It's definitely good to meet friends wearing zombie garb. XD And I find the fact that

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Oh, I just can’t help it. Today I went out searching for Absolute Sandman vol. 2 because I realized it was out of print and unavailable through Amazon. Luckily enough, I remembered that one of the bookstores near my house had it. And there it was. Now the other three volumes are on the way. Yay, I’m a happy camper. Now, as soon as they arrive, I’ll put them on my shelf and I’ll use these to hold

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Just to say that I'm terribly happy and that the weekend couldn't have been better. Went to a comic book fest and bought some comics and got two Moleskines and another notebook as presents from friends that went abroad. Yay for me. :) Don't have time or patience to talk to people. Don't have time or patience to write. Don't have anything. Now it's daylight savings time and I'm still kinda jet

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Well, I've been watching a lot of movies, as you can see. Ha. Orphan -- Esther is a very cute girl, waiting for adoption. Couple arrives, falls in love with kid, takes kid home and all hell breaks lose. For me, it reminded me a lot of The Good Son, with Macaulay Culkin. In a way or another, it's a reasonable movie, to be watched on a Sunday afternoon, like I did today. I hadn't seen a

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Oh, the joys of having kitties in my house. And the good thing about offering a temporary home for cats is that you can have a lot of variety and you don’t necessarily have to keep them – unless you grow really attached to them, just like what happened with some of the cats that are mine nowadays. My mother told me that there was a girl near my house giving away some kitties and I brought them

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What do you hide? What is it that you don’t want me to see? Are you afraid of the mysteries you keep inside yourself or of your lack of substance? I try and try to look at you and to see something beyond what I see from afar. What is it? I’ve tried – and I’ll keep on trying – to make you material, to make you less… air and shadows. But there is something that lurks in the corners and never allows

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e A woman normally knows she has left puberty once she becomes addicted to shoes. It is definitely some sort of rite of passage, some weird blooming of hormones or of whatever you may call it. As far as I remember, I am pretty sure that I was not affected by it until I started living in the US, and, back then, I think I was already twenty-something, let’s say that adolescence was supposed to

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I thought that dropping out of college would allow me to post more often and I also thought that I would have more time to do things. However, as with everything else, time once more proves that it is never enough for the things you want to do. For example, I have been preparing this post on books for at least a week, yet, I just wasn’t able to finish it. One of my students has quit having

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Daphne walked around the house very slowly, with her eyes closed, trying to listen to the night noises, to the creaking of the floorboards, to the breathing of her cats, to the sounds of the stars moving. Her feet touched the ground cautiously, as if not to break something she ignored, a subtle pact that held her together, glued as one. Her fingers touched the walls, feeling the crevices, the

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I firmly believe that Armageddon will be carried out by zombies. I just hope it's the retarded zombies, and not those smart ones that climb walls and crawl on ceilings. Robert Smith? is the author of the study. And he uses the question mark as not to be confused with Robert Smith from The Cure. Now tell me. The guy knows about zombies and knows The Cure. Do the math. MEGA goth. There's no

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I wanted to write something here today. However, due to overworking, I’m so tired that I just can’t do it. So, I’ll just leave a list of things I have to talk about, then maybe I’ll do it tomorrow. Yeah, I’ve been so tired that if I don’t write things down I just forget them. Text about chance meeting and holding hands Tattoo Al Berto Talk again and again about being tired Plans

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(Dear non-existent readers, this is a shitty piece of writing, just to prove to myself that I can still write something, as shitty as it may read... don't waste your time, I didn't even have time to revise it. It was just to celebrate the things I've discovered and decided today. Ta-da...) Amelia looked at him in disgust. He had never seen her quite like that, the disappointment. She moved in

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She sleeps. Within and without her sleep, she still doesn't know that this new something has emerged and moved. Outside her unconsciousness, this movement has changed everything. This something and this movement brought with them the night and the unknown. They brought inadequacy and oddness, which will become her best friends. She doesn't know, but now there is an infinite ramble, an

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Marc Almond. I just can't resist him. I was going to write something else, but -- somehow -- the song is enough for now. I will go to bed and watch a movie, because tomorrow I have tons of things to do. Thankfully on Wed. my loneliness ends. It's good not to be alone at home. Sooner or later I WILL forget. I'll tell you that. ;-)

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There is a moment, a second, that changes everything. There is a sudden flash, a discovery, a change. The body moves differently, the breathing is not the same. Inside the soul there is a vague certainty that destiny has been changed, that the current that directed all events has changed its direction and that what would be won't. There is this moment, this epiphany, that does not reveal anything

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Hmm... Today I was preparing a new selection of movies to be downloaded, when I came across this: Terror at Blood Fart Lake. Normally I tend to check movies out at IMDB before downloading them. Since there was no entry there, I decided to check it out a little further, because, regardless of how much I may enjoy absurdity, there is a limit for everything and -- given the title -- I really didn't

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Lately I've been so caught up in work that I just don't have time to post. I have been doing so many things at the same time, and, talking about time, that just reminds me that I need to pick and choose subjects for next semester and forward the answers of a Phonology activity to my professor, and all must be done today. Hmmm... The good thing about college being on strike is that I don't have to

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The embedding for this video has been disabled. So, what the 30-sec preview and, if you like, check it out here.

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Una veredita alegre con luz de luna o de sol Tendida como una cinta con sus lados de arrebol Arrebol de los geranios y sonrisas con rubor Arrebol de los claveles y las mejillas en flor ~~ Fina Estampa -- Caetano Veloso Still watching Mentalist.  After 12 episodes, I can say it's okay. Not the best TV series in the universe, but very watchable, until the next big thing comes along. 

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So, again with what I watched today/yesterday. 1. Splinter Hmm... Kinda like this: the movie was okay. It was not wonderful, but it was okay. Nothing special about the acting and I completely understand the dude that does not want to camp with his girlfriend. After watching thousands of slasher movies you just KNOW you cannot camp in the woods. It's just wrong. You never know when Jason will

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I've been planning on writing a post on movies and music and what-not. So, therefore, even if I don't write something personal on this blog due to lack of time or inspiration, I think I'll post about the movies/series/whatever I've been watching, listening, whatevering. 1. Dead Snow I watched the trailer and thought it was going to be a great movie. All things considered, I'm a huge zombie

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I was in a store the other day and as I was waiting in line, I noticed the 80s songs playing on the background. As I turned my head to look for where they were coming from, there I was, standing in front of a TV that was playing this video. Funny thing is, there are a lot of breasts in the video. And the good thing is that down here, in the third world, people are not as crazy as in other parts

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Verify your age and watch the damn thing. I'll have time to post tomorrow. Now I'm back to watching House. Gotta know what's going to happen. XD

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(Version 3 coming up. I just didn't have anything good to do, so I decided to translate the first and second pages, as to see if I can get my head going. There are going to be major changes in this text, so, this was just an exercise, unrevised, blah blah, all that shit. Don't even bother to read). --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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It’s in the blood, it’s in the blood I met my love before I was born He wanted love. I taste of blood He bit my lip, and drank my war From years before, from years before ~~ Love like winter, AFI I arrive home exhausted, there is nothing left inside my body, no blood, no soul, no will. I sit in front of the monitor and try to spit something, try to vomit the monster that

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i wish i had something clever to say. but right now, i don't feel inspired for writing this post. sorry. all my impulsive actions are never answered, so, i'm tired. that's it. one day, in one year, whatever. i'm just tired. i'll do my things, one day, if that day comes, then we'll see. up to then, i'm here, doing stuff. as always. pff.

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Ah, I forgot to say that I love Wolfsheim. Hadn't thought about them in a while, though. I undressed you with my eyes i haveMaybe even raped youIn a dark and eerie corner of my mindI tucked you thereAnd touched you in a dream last nightPushed you aside when you enteredMy thoughts at the wrong timeI have sat up upon your lap andSaddled my thighs around your hips like ropesI rode you on a

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to post today. I wish I had, though. There are many things to be said. But... the weekend is coming. Which is good. Let's see.Ah, instead of building a playlist, today I'll only leave you a video. The animation is pretty nice.Oops. Let me rephrase that one. Two videos.Viva Calaca!! from Ritxi Ostáriz on Vimeo.

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I'm terribly happy. I have been reading a lot, thinking and writing. In two weeks I've read four books and a lot of this and that. Ha. Much more than what I read last year. If you find yourselves with money to spare, buy anything by Mia Couto. Don't know how the translations are, but as soon as I get my hands in one, I'll comment. And Al Berto has been tearing up my life with his poems.

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I'm tired and with a sore throat.Going to bed early, cause I think I've caught a cold.Ha! Rhyming. Such a poet...

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So overwhelmingly tired today. But... tomorrow I have nothing to do -- in terms -- so I'll be able to rest -- I think.After two semesters of Latin, I'll give you Catullus:Odi et amo. quare id faciam, fortasse requiris?nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.

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I'm so tired that today I will not be able to write anything. Have been working too much, writing too much, thinking too much and other things too little. Ha.I need to sleep and that's what I'm going to do now.Ta-da.

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Terribly frustrated today. God only knows why. So, I will leave one of the most stupid (stupidiest? hmm... pff...) videos ever.

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I have been reading many books for my Portuguese Literature class (best subject I'm taking this semester so far, followed by English Phonology I. Ha. Boooooooooooring? No, not at all... Pff...) and I've found some very interesting excerpts here, that are generally applicable to many people, not only to Emma. In a way or another, it is a description of how I feel sometimes, especially in

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I'm very tired, so I cannot write today. I worked all day -- I mean, kinda -- but anyway. Just 50% of the procrastination I wish I had actually exercised. Therefore, I'm going to bed because I need to be up in a bit for classes at college and classes with new students tomorrow. Yes, yes, I've started teaching again. And... I wish I do not forget about it, there is a very, very

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I hate Kate Bush and used to hate this song. However, this version takes my breath away and I just can't stop listening to it. Ta-da. I was lazy to upload the thing, so I looked it up on Playlist.com and actually found it, so, three of Puppini Sisters for y'all. Their version of In the Mood is also very good, upbeat, happy, the kind of thing you need on a sunny Saturday -- like today -- in

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Ronaldo got off the bed and took a look at himself in the mirror. He brushed his teeth, washed his face. He slowly strolled through the corridor, languidly looking at the pink walls of his living room. He sat on the sofa and stared at the pictures of his family, slid his hands across his long blond hair and smiled. He went to the bedroom and neatly packed his bag and then he laid on

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And I know I said I needed some time alone And I know I never seem to pick up the phone And though you will see me with someone else Yeah, you were always the one ~~ You were always the one, The Cribs The TV throws its light across the bedroom floor We're locked in silence I can't take this anymore (...) You go your way I'll go my way But someday We may meet ~~ Maybe Someday, The

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there is something inside me that i cannot define. it lives and breathes, scratches me from the inside out. i don't know how to name this entity nor do i know if i want to understand it. i know it talks to me every day, its voice is ever so soft, whispering from behind closed doors, from under my skin. it feeds on my dreams and hopes, it is so shapeless that sometimes i wonder if it is

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A Biography of Tadeo Isidoro Cruz(1829—1874)I’m looking for the face I had Before the world was made.Yeats, "The Winding Stair"On February 6, 1829, the montoneros—who by this time were being hounded by Lavalle*—were marching northward to join López’ divisions; they halted at a ranch whose name they did not know, three or four leagues from the Pergamino. Toward dawn, one of the men had a haunting

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I sit here and watch the ants crawling up my glass of juice. While I wonder about what I'm going to write today, I suddenly realize that everything is silence and that it will always be. There is nothing I can say or do that will sound different, that will produce anything different. All movement echoes back just as I had thought, it is always me talking to myself. I wonder sometimes if

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Hard Ticket to Hawaii has got to be the worst movie of all time. Of course many people will beg to differ, but there are frisbees, blow-up dolls, skaters, and lotsa guns. And -- of course -- many memorable quotes, such as:"A bazooka?""Yes, that's the only gun I can hit moving targets with."Pff. Almost as good as Braindead and Frankenhooker.If only they had zombies in Hawaii...

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the dark bible: clarifying doubts on christianity and on whatever else

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she entered the apartment and remembered. she thought about everything that had happened, about everything that was so alive inside her, all the moments that she didn't know if she wanted to forget. she took a shower and sang something while she washed her hair, she sang something sweet, something. as she dried her legs she tried to remember his voice, his eyes, his fingers. suddenly,

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Dear Mr. X.,I wish I had more time. I wish I were less tired. Days seem to pass by so quickly and I, here, from behind this monitor, feel like I am just watching, as everything unfolds and leaves me behind. It does not matter how in control of my life I am, it doesn't matter. There is this sensation inside and it sucks me dry, it nourishes on everything I am.I have started listening to

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Alright, I could sniff some powdered rhino horn,And go to bed in rubber gloves.But I don't need no stimulation,Potions, balms or embrocation,I'm in love,In other words...~~ My aphrodisiac is you - Katie Melua(very bad translation. i'm getting stupid in english. oh, god. i think i need to start writing more. no review, nothing. translated and published. pff. the lack of time...)i woke up

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Dear Mr. X,I hear and read what you say, yet I don't know you. I know so much about you, yet, I know there is a world of things I will never know about. I loved you so much for what I saw, for what I met, but at the same time, I didn't know a thing. I loved you because I didn't know you and I love you because I know you too well, because I don't see you, yet I feel you, all of you,

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(it's been so long...)Dear Mr. X.,Sitting here, thinking about all that could have been, should have been and has been, I remember the small things that I thought I would never remember. I think about the colors in the streets, the trees, your clothes, your eyes. There is a ghost that comes from behind your breath and it haunts me, it reminds me of how much you moved me. When I close my

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Dearest Mr. X,(I'm having dreams about you...)I know everything is always the same. I know I always tell you the same things, using the same words. There is nothing I can do about it, it is unavoidable. It has not changed, I guess it never will. When something does not change, how can I express myself differently? The only thing left for me to do is scream(aboutyou) and try to see if I can call

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Last Saturday, playing pool with friends.I met a bunch of people I like, some good new friends and some crazy old friends. It's enough to say that I got the new friends together to protect me from the old ones. Pff. If only people could understand that you don't want contact anymore. Anyway, I'm a very polite person and I could never bring myself to tell that to their faces. But... Whatever. At

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I should have written sooner, after all, I'm on vacation and all, but I have this terrible cold that just won't let me be. As soon as I feel like a human being (!) again, I'll write something. At least a story, or a lie, or a fairy tale. God only knows.For now I'm going to bed, to watch some movies and wait for sleep to find me.

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Ok, I need to pay for my pro account at Flickr so that I can post my pictures here -- I've become too lazy to just upload things directly to the Blogger server -- and I'm just not in the mood today. Actually I should have talked about this sooner, but you know how it goes. I'm a lazy bitch, that's that.So, here is one picture I took the day I met people from college at O'Malley's, a very nice

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So, since I'm on vacation, I've decided that I am going to watch as many B movies as I can. After all, after five months of getting smarter, I deserve three months of getting dumber. Dumber but happier, that is for sure.So, I've made a list of all movies I want to see and have been downloading and watching, but I feel like I must say some words about Braindead, which I have just finished watching

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In two hours I'll do my last presentation this semester. Then I'm free and able to sleep more often.Till then...

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Best thing I've seen in a long while.

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It's one-twenty-in-the-am and I'm here, still staring at the monitor, trying to finish two summaries and another whatever that I have to hand in tomorrow. And things are not looking up for the weekend. I need to finish a paper for Morphology and then an endless list of to-do's that are posted on my other blog and that I'm not going to translate otherwise I will remind myself of them and I'll

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So, a friend of a friend threw a party at a brothel/strip club. However tired I was, I decided to give it a try, because, after all, when you're with the right crowd, it's always fun to go to such places. I had talked to some friends and we were going to meet there, but then I got late and it started raining cats and dogs and I ended up leaving my house at around midnight.We walked down Rua

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Going out to see a friend. Hope the night flies and that I arrive home, safe and sound, not too tired, not too drunk. Yeah. Nowadays getting out of the house is more of a chore than something fun.Pff. Grumpy

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Cuz I love you more than I could ever promise.And you take me the way I am...~~ The way I am -- Ingrid MichaelsonGod, my head is exploding. There is so much to do and never enough time. I've finally managed to find a professor to be my mentor for my undergraduate research project, therefore I'm fucked. If I used to complain about my lack of time in the past -- now I realize -- that was nothing.

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Wow! That was fast. Not even five minutes from my post to you and here you are. Let's see if you update the page and see that there is a new message for you here. Ha. This is better than email. :-P

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Sent you an email a while back. I know you come here every now and then and, given that I only have that email address, maybe this is better. You got all the stupid sentimentalily I sent.XOXO

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yeah.you, right there, in front of the keyboard, somewhere in Clark, NJ. I see you. Who are you?Talk to mama.;-)

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One of my favourite songs nowadays.

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I've already watched it so many times, but I just can't get over it. It's just one of the best things ever devised by man!!!! Hahahahahaha.....

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He didn't smile, not even once, but whether talking or silent, you could always see one of his eye teeth, long and sharp like the fang of a wild dog. Muttering and puffing, he talked in low, short grunts, in angry half-words. he was looking over some papers, studying case histories, one by one, sheets with pictures and black fingerprints of outlaws, thieves, and killers. His zeal for work of that

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So, I'm terribly depressed today due to almost all my cats being sick. You only know how it gets to you when you have a pet of your own and realize that there's nothing you can do. Actually, you can take it to the vet, administer the correct medication, but aside from that, it's out of your hands. And thinking about my despair and my broken heart, I don't even want to know what is going to happen

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This is one of the best books ever written in Portuguese. And to fully understand it, you must read it in Portuguese. But anyway, I'll post a bit of it here.THE DEVIL TO PAY IN THE BACKLANDS -- Translated by James L. Taylor (Ist Edition, pages 3-12)It's nothing. Those shots you heard were not men fighting, God be praised. It was just me there in the back yard, target-shooting down by the creek,

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No comments. Do the poppin' and lockin'.

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who fell down the stairs.So, the day today was terrible. I mean, yesterday. Or maybe today. Since I haven't gone to bed yet, it is still yesterday and still today and whatever, if you know what I mean.So, I had this job I had to finish for tomorrow/today (depends on the point of view ha!) and I was here, in this same spot, sitting on my chair and trying to understand what I had to translate when

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I remember when the ground used to shake when I heard this song. It was back in 89 and I was such a preppy back then. Anyway, I just couldn't resist and had to dance my ass off. A few years after that, when I finally managed to get rid of my first boyfriend, a son of a bitch that psychologically tortured me every day (and that probably made me as crazy as I am nowadays...), I started dancing it

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So, since I haven't been writing here for a while, there comes a time when an update is necessary. So, let's start with a stupid song.I never really understood what was up with the fans and with the pointy shoes, but, who cares? The 80's/90's lacked logic and fashion sense.So, I've been busy sculpting some things. It is not really sculpting, sculpting, but it is something like that. I've been

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There are things in life that leave me speechless.Still don't know which performance I prefer, if the one I saw in NJ or this one, from last night. Anyway, that's that.

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