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27 de fevereiro de 2010
next life
In my next life I want to live my life backwards. You Start out dead and get that out of the way. Then you wake up in an old people's home feeling better every day. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, and then when you start work, you get a gold watch and a party on your first day. You work for 40 years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You party, drink alcohol, and are generally promiscuous, then you are ready for high school. You then go to primary school, you become a kid, you play. You have no responsibilities, you become a baby until you are born. And then you spend your last 9 months floating in luxurious spa like conditions with central heating and room service on tap, larger quarters every day and then Voila! You finish off as an orgasm! I rest my case.
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E agora vão perdendo toda a intimidade. Tudo está a desvanecer e não vai restar nenhum sentimento. Apenas o de tristeza e nostalgia, quando todas as memórias lhes voltarem à cabeça; quando se lembrarem dos beijos, carinhos, abraços, palavras e as mãos que se tocavam no meio da multidão...
Um dia vão passar um pelo outro e cumprimentar desajeitadamente.
Vão ter vergonha. Não se vão conhecer.
é o que acontece sempre
Um dia vão passar um pelo outro e cumprimentar desajeitadamente.
Vão ter vergonha. Não se vão conhecer.
é o que acontece sempre
6 de fevereiro de 2010
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3 de fevereiro de 2010
Luís, segundo o urbandictionary
1. A sexy, young, dark-hair/dark-eyed male with an irresistibly attractive face and a beautiful personality.
2. That one guy all girls want because he puts every other guy to shame.
3. Walking definition of the most perfect boyfriend in existence.
4. Always found paired with a Laura.
Guy 1: My girlfriend met Luis the other day and they're becoming close friends.
Guy 2: Shit, man. You've already lost her.
Girl 1: Luis is so perfect. I wish he'd talk to me again.
Girl 2: Not gonna happen. He's fallen completely in love with Laura.
1. A sexy, young, dark-hair/dark-eyed male with an irresistibly attractive face and a beautiful personality.
2. That one guy all girls want because he puts every other guy to shame.
3. Walking definition of the most perfect boyfriend in existence.
4. Always found paired with a Laura.
Guy 1: My girlfriend met Luis the other day and they're becoming close friends.
Guy 2: Shit, man. You've already lost her.
Girl 1: Luis is so perfect. I wish he'd talk to me again.
Girl 2: Not gonna happen. He's fallen completely in love with Laura.
2 de fevereiro de 2010
e eu que estava tão calminho até agora pus-me a ouvir disto e não consigo parar e tenho uma merda de um teste para o qual nem estudei em condições e estou a ver que me vai correr pessimamente mal porque vou estar a bater com os pés no chão e a pensar no número de vezes que vou morrer quando for noite!!!
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estou desejoso por fazer tudo, mas tenho vontade para fazer nada.
estou a ver filmes e séries até ficar morto de sono para dormir, acordar sem ter que ouvir a porcaria do despertador às 7h40, nem ter que me levantar (provavelmente às 8h05 com um grito da minha mãe) para estar na escola para ter aulas às 8h25 e ver tudo a acontecer igual outra vez como no dia anterior ou, caso seja segunda-feira, como há três dias atrás, porque amanhã será sábado. preciso de qualquer coisa para variar
estou a ver filmes e séries até ficar morto de sono para dormir, acordar sem ter que ouvir a porcaria do despertador às 7h40, nem ter que me levantar (provavelmente às 8h05 com um grito da minha mãe) para estar na escola para ter aulas às 8h25 e ver tudo a acontecer igual outra vez como no dia anterior ou, caso seja segunda-feira, como há três dias atrás, porque amanhã será sábado. preciso de qualquer coisa para variar
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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 4pm 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.
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 4pm 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
9 de janeiro de 2010
5 de janeiro de 2010
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