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BOOKS
The BBC believes most people will have only read 6 books from this list. Copy the list into your own note. Bold the read ones.
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| Your result for The Sexual HELL Test... HELL LEVEL 1Raw score: 57% 
You're a fallen angel. There's some innocence there, but the sexual dark side has called you and, possibly, is already using you. But you're not evil, just naughty; dirty, but not filthy. You're certainly hellbound, and you'll most likely seek out other imps like yourself to work your wicked will. There might be a moral core inside you, but it's been overtaken by lust.
AVOID: the heavenbound. Your path is downward, and you'll need a guide. Take The Sexual HELL Test at HelloQuizzy | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| (Line e Lily no shopping)
LINE - Daí eu li em algum lugar, não lembro onde, que no mega-esporro o Christian Bale diz "fuck" trinta e tantas vezes...
LILY - Pior é que tem gente desocupada que ainda conta.
LINE - ... Ah, lembrei! Eu li isso no site do Globo.
(Pausa diante da súbita constatação do nível atual da imprensa brasileira)
LILY - ... Ok. Se a gente ainda atualizasse os blogs, isso tinha que ir pro blog.
LINE - Vou postar no Multiply. XD | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Eu nunca pensei que fosse querer ver um filme-brasileiro-baseado-em-fatos-reais-sobre-a-história-de-um-menino-pobre-que-superou-dificuldades-e-realizou-um-sonho.
Mas esse trailer me convenceu, pelo momento 70's. XD
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWQ8pQJ_mWk
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| Feliz ano novo a todos!
(Sim, eu vou levar mais de duas horas para pensar em algo melhor. Então, até 2009, vocês vão ter que se contentar com essa mensagenzinha chocha mesmo. Mas eu adoro vocês, apesar disso.)
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| Four days without posts, and I first notice the onset of precocious Alzheimer's disease. No, really, I completely forgot about the december daily posts thing.
Whatever now. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Once I took part in a "make one post per day in December" meme and, since it's me we're talking about, obviously failed.
So let's try again.
First post today, and I barely made it. Great start, girl. Great start. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | After a long while outside fandom circles, I'm planning a comeback. Time to answer comments and check updates! | | comments: Leave a comment |
| The complexity in every reunion
Word count: 738
Characters: Juliet Burke, James “Sawyer” Ford, mentions of others (and Others!)
Timeline: Post-S4. Inspired (in an unconscious level) by this S5 promotional photo.
Rating: PG for language, to be safe
Disclaimer: This is a fictional, nonprofit work for entertainment purpose only. The copyright in the TV show LOST and its components is owned by "American Broadcast Companies, Inc.", which reserves all rights therein.
Author’s Notes: I haven’t written even a “Get Well” card in a while, which makes me feel my writing is still rusty (even if friends have stated otherwise). This might be a standalone or might be continued, depending on my muse’s mood. BTW, my guess is that Juliet’s eating acerolas, which aren’t really berries; but I’m leaving that open to speculation and suggestions.
“Juliet Burke,” declared Sawyer, pushing branches out of the way, “you’re a cruel, heartless bitch.” | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Às vezes o mar de pensamentos não tá pra peixe.
Talvez essa bipolaridade literária só aconteça comigo, mas só tem um jeito de saber, certo? Perguntando. Pois bem, eu pergunto: acontece com vocês?
Acontece com vocês de às vezes ter várias idéias para vários textos diferentes, inclusive com um desenvolvimento razoável de cada uma delas, e no entanto mesmo assim nada te empurrar pro papel, ou pro computador?
Acontece com vocês de ter homenzinhos dentro da sua cabeça martelando a necessidade de escrever quando você menos espera ou, pior ainda, quando menos pode? Naqueles momentos em que tudo o que você precisa é de um bom tanto de paz mental?
É que eu já estive na situação 2 várias vezes, mas atualmente estou na situação 1, e sinceramente não sei dizer qual delas é a pior. Esses dias agora eu passei dois dias fora de casa, sem computador nem um caderno de anotações por perto, e me veio uma enxurrada de coisas interessantes pra dar andamento a uma história meio velha - mas quem disse? Cheguei em casa e foi tudo embora - mentira, não foi embora coisa nenhuma; as idéias ainda estão aqui, todas elas. Eu é que não me animo a abrir o editor de texto (sem propaganda gratuita de multinacionais aqui, please) e transformar idéias em bytes.
E isso é tão frustrante. Alguém aí conhece um xarope concentrado de escritorina?
(Não reparem. O post era melhor, na minha cabeça. Talvez seja esse o meu problema.)
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| Perdi a vaga no estágio. Agora é sair correndo por aí distribuindo currículos e cartões de visita. Algum de vocês tem freelas de jornalismo/revisão/tradução pra me passar?
(Mas antes, colar grau. Não agüento mais esse meio-termo, que não serve pra pegar estágio e me impede de ser contratada como jornalista.)
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| E aí que foi meu aniversário na quarta, e eu nem postei nada em lugar nenhum. Me sinto relapsa.
Agora tô no meio de um "bolinho pra família" - quer dizer, no meio não, que eu tô no quarto e eles, na sala. Ganhei itens de toalete, tênis, roupas e dinheiro.
Preciso de todas as maneiras me animar a escrever um post lá pro fórum. Ainda hoje.
Em The Sims 2, Masha pariu quatro gatinhos (nomes temporários: Anushka, Nikita, Fiodor e Nietotchka) e Sofiya e Anton tiveram uma menina, a quem chamaram de Sonya. Enquanto isso, Irina e Ivan chegaram à Universidade, noivaram e estão dividindo um cafofo. As crianças crescem tão rápido.
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| | Filthiest of sins: I'm with PMS and had a haircut. Now I can't stop thinking there's something wrong with it, and that I shouldn't have cut my hair at all. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I'm gonna try and keep track of all the books I read this year, by posting here some quick impressions once I finish them.
The first book I've finished (and started) reading in 2008 was Saramago's Blindness, which I had bought in last year's Bienal do Livro and had yet to start reading. I finished it in about three days. It's GREAT - but then it's Saramago, up to now I've loved everything from him.
I picked up this book now because I found out its movie version by Fernando Meirelles will come to local theaters in September (let's hope for a release date close to my birthday, shall we?), and since I like to read the books first and see the movies later, I supposed it was about time. (Or else it would become a second "Hitchikers' Guide", which I haven't read, or seen, up to this day.)
Blindness is the story of a country that is one day striken by a sudden and inexplicable blindness epidemics, with the victims seeing only white instead of the more common darkness associated with common visual impairment. As this "white disease" spreads over the population, the government decides to isolate in a deactivated asylum all the new blinds and the people who had had contact with them. Living without sight - and, as a consequence, without order - gradually proves to be impossible, and the conditions inside and outside the asylum degenerate each day, to a point where the sense of humanity is all but forgotten.
This book is very afflictive, especially for the not at all pretty images of a place where no one can find the bathrooms and, after a while, doesn't even care. It's that kind of book that stirs something inside. (The need to tidy up the house, at least.) A certain scene about the middle of the story gave me the urge to cheer out loud for the Doctor's wife, the only person who keeps her eyesight throughout the book (the characters have no names, as is common in Saramago's novels).
Now I can't wait for the film! From what I've read in Meirelles' blog, Diário de Blindness, it's going to be amazing. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I think I was a bad girl this year - I got so few gifts, I can count them on the fingers of one hand and there'll still be some fingers left.
At least Mum demonstrated great enthusiasm with her new CDs (a Bee Gees one and a Simon & Garfunkel one) and my 4-year-old cousin Juliana loved the little doll we gave her. According to her father, she took it everywhere yesterday morning, including to the beach.
It took so long for Mum to bake the Chester in my Grandma's oven on Christmas Eve, that we left it for lunch yesterday (the famous "burial of bones" tradition of Christmas Day, in which everyone finishes off the leftovers from dinner the night before - or at least tries to). That was our lunch today again, and by tomorrow we'll probably still be eating the leftovers...
Oh yeah, and there was the Tale of The Holy Wine.
My Grandma had been given a bottle of wine made by Catholic priests, and it seemed to be very good - except that no living soul in the house was able to open it. My mother hurt one of her fingers pretty badly with the corkscrew, and yet the cork wouldn't move an inch. I had already come to the conclusion that we would need a miracle, or the Messiah himself would have to return for us to drink from that bottle, but in the end my cousin (Juliana's father, who is in the army and had already failed miserably at trying to pull the cork) decided to push the cork into the bottle, instead of pulling, which finally worked.
I wonder whether he's a blessed man or a heretic for that. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Today I had lunch with two of my three best friends, and for dessert I had the most delicious milk pudding I've ever had.
Today I wrote a short story of which I'm quite proud of, and I'm purposefully postponing publishing it online.
Today I received a letter from a friend, something that hasn't happened in a long, long time. I already wrote the answer, it needs just a few touches. And a Christmas card.
Today I found out a workmate's father has a small publishing house, but I can't be sure until I hear it again from said workmate, when he's absolutely sober. XD
Today I kissed a man, and it was good. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I'm feeling so chic and intelligent today: I watched a double-bass recital at the Federal University Music School (Escola de Música da UFRJ). The musician was a big friend of mine from high school, Ricardo, whom I hadn't seen in almost a year. He's played the double-bass since we were teens, but I'd never seen him play.
It was great! The double-bass has such a unique sound - it's so grave and it seems to go right into your chest! Ricardo is doing very well, I'm sure he'll go far with it (he's a Law student, but he wants to dedicate himself to music once he graduates). Many of our old friends were there to watch him too, I loved seeing everyone again. After the recital we went to a barzinho nearby to eat, drink and talk about what everyone's been up to lately.
My little admission of guilt of the day: was this a specific case or do all musicians have delicious hands? Because I've always had this thing with hands and I might as well have developed a whole new fetish today, just watching that recital. Ok, you never read that, moving on.
A pity, though, that Escola de Música's building looks pretty much abandoned. The School's administration has invested about R$ 1 million to repair the main presentation room and the front, but the corridors and other rooms look like they're falling apart. There are infiltration marks on the walls and the painting is peeling off. That building must be at least a century old and it would be so beautiful under a more competent administration. Not saying that I'd know how to do things right were I there (hell no - I'm shit at administering my own life); it just makes me sad that the people who took that responsibility are not fulfilling it at their best. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| Does anybody know of a nice karaoke/videoke place here in Rio? Because I feel this sudden urge to sing at the top of my lungs in public, and I don't want to lose my job when I'm one month away from officially leaving it.
( Inspirational lyrics? ) | | comments: Leave a comment |
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