counting down…

what a week, i’m physically and emotionally exhausted, totally counting down to go be at my boyfriend’s place from saturday until monday… have some great time together, go out with friends and try to have some fun, forget all the shit from this fucking week!

thank god it’s almost over!

PS: 02:25 and I just can’t sleep!

A fact.

if I had to be a maid I would be a horrible one, doesn’t mean I don’t know how to clean… is just, I’m better teaching.

According to my mom, you do have to know how to do the job at least to teach the others how you expect them to do it.

oh, this sounded snob? Sorry, I don’t give a shit.

PMS!

02:36 and i just can’t sleep, lost in no reason weird feelings and thoughts… not funny!

So…

19:44 – Monday – REALLY?

I didn’t even knew which day is today, naked on bed alone all day, with shadows off, to be classic I should have cigarettes and bottles of Gin… hahaha

almost 48 hours awake, going insane with no drugs at all, isn’t that weird?

No, in my case is just another Insomnia season, I should use this awake time to “work”, to make something that is actually useful, but nah… not really, I’m more into dig shit online and just be melancholic, what a DRAMA QUEEN, yeah yeah and so what? Who cares? Really? Who fucking care???

I saw the day rising chating on skype with this new guy, who can easily be my next disaster…and now I’m just waiting to talk to him again and again hahah, there is nothing going on, but he makes fun of my fucking personal hell and I do laugh with him is something like “yeah, I’m fucked but who cares, NEEEEEEEEEXT”

SAUDADE

Aqui sinto saudades de lá…

Quando estava lá, queria estar aqui!

Assim fica difícil… muito difícil, talvez fosse diferente se tivesse aqui os que tenho lá, e lá, os que tenho aqui!

Meu coração tá apertado!

)o:

…rainy day

“Eu quis te conhecer mas tenho que aceitar
Caberá ao nosso amor o eterno ou o não dá
Pode ser cruel a eternidade
Eu ando em frente por sentir vontade

Eu quis te convencer mas chega de insistir
Caberá ao nosso amor o que há de vir
Pode ser a eternidade má
Caminho em frente pra sentir saudade

Paper clips and crayons in my bed
Everybody thinks that i’m sad
I’ll take a ride in melodies and bees and birds
Will hear my words
Will be both us and you and them together

Cause i can forget about myself, trying to be everybody else
I feel allright that we can go away
And please my day
I let you stay with me if you surrender

Eu quis te conhecer mas tenho que aceitar
(I can forget about myself trying to be everybody else)
Caberá ao nosso amor o eterno ou o não dá
(I feel all right that we can go away)
Pode ser a eternidade má
(And please my Day)
Eu ando sempre pra sentir vontade.

(I’ll let you stay with me if you surrender)”

*janta – Marcelo Camelo.

E viva o Marcelo Camelo… e a Mari, que me mostrou a musiquinha!

Inferno Astral CHEGANDO!

Setembro ainda nem chegou e essa libriana ja sente o peso de seu inferno astral!

TPM, ex, atual, passado desenterrado, passaporte lavado, viagem alterada, multa, insônia, mal humor, gente louca por perto, incerteza… porra, assim não da, PARA tudo que eu quero descer, se bem que… no momento da zica pode ser que o ponto seja pior do que o ônibus, ok, então segue em frente!

Côte D’Azur here I go, merecidas ferias de verao!

weekend song…

“The space between
What’s wrong and right
Is where you’ll find me hiding, waiting for you.
The space between
Your heart and mine
Is the space we’ll fill with time.
The space between…”

assim as coisas rolam…

“You’ll remember someone that broke your heart , and you’ll think to yourself, Oh, yes, I can remember how that feels. But you can’t, you smug old git. Oh, you might remember feeling sort of pleasantly sad. You might remember listening to music and eating chocolates in your room, or walking along the Embarkment on your own, wrapped up in a winter coat and feeling lonely and brave. But can you remember how with every mouthful of food it felt like you were biting into your own stomach? Can you remember the taste of red wine as it came back up into the toilet bowl? Can you remember dreaming every night that you were still together, that he was talking to you gently and touching you, so that every morning when you woke up you had to go through it all over again? Can you remember carving his initials in your arm with a kitchen knife? Can you remember standing too close to the edge of an Underground platform? No? Well, fucking shut up then. Stick your smile up your saggy old arse.”

A Long Way Down – Nick Hornby

Nesnesitelná Lehkost Byt

“embora se amassem, criaram um inferno mútuo. era verdade que se amavam, e a prova disso é que a culpa não partia deles próprios, de como se comportavam, de seus sentimentos transitórios, mas sim da incompatibilidade de ambos, porque ele era forte e ela era fraca…

… mas era justamente o fraco que deveria saber ser forte e partir, quando o forte é fraco demais para poder ofender o fraco”.

…Sim, eu voltei a ler Kundera…