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BRASIL, Sudeste, Mulher, de 15 a 19 anos, Cinema e vídeo, Música, Estudos, viagens, baboseiras em geral
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"That thing, that moment, when you kiss someone and everything around becomes hazy and the only thing in focus is you and this person and you realize that that person is the only person that you're supposed to kiss for the rest of your life, and for one moment you get this amazing gift and you want to laugh and you want to cry because you feel so lucky that you found it and so scared that that it will go away all at the same time..." (Josie Geller, Never Been Kissed)
 Escrito por Mari às 14:18
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Tyler Durden: We were raised on television to believe that we'd all be millionares, movie gods, rock stars, but we won't. And we're starting to figure that out.
Tyler Durden: Forget about what you think you know about life.
Narrator: When people think you're dying, they listen--
Marla Singer: --instead of waiting for their turn to speak.
Escrito por Mari às 14:09
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Sebastian: Why can't we be together?
Annette : You wanna know why? Because I don't trust myself with you.
Escrito por Mari às 13:56
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Seth: Let's go.
Maggie: Where?
Seth: Anywhere.
Maggie: What'll we do?
Seth: Anything.
Maggie Rice: When they ask me what I liked best, I'll say it was you.
Seth: Some things are true whether you believe in them or not.
Seth: I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity without it. One.
Escrito por Mari às 13:41
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Sometimes I fell too confident of myself. I mean, REALLY confident. And I don´t know if it´s a good thing.
Too pretty, too desired, too inteligent, too perfect.
No doubt that it´s way better than the opposite: low-steem, depression, pessimism. However, it´s not always an advantage to have qualities or to - for some reason that I haven´t really figured out - have boys after you all over the places. Cause it´s hard not to attend to their high expectations (of something that does not exist, even though sometimes I think its my fault). And it sucks losing good friends because of that. And it sucks not knowing what to say or how to explain or try in vain to search for a lame excuse (euphemism for "a lie") so that the boy does not think that the problem lies within him. It takes time, it takes energy. It sucks to know that after you say what you needed to say (cause someday this day arrives) things will never be the same again. And instead of collecting friends (guys that you thought were great, that´s why you straitened relations with them), you start to see them go, one by one... It sucks that people don´t really get your point in that relation, of how you really want things to end. There´s always a distortion. Even though the main reason is noble, even though their intention in all that is a thing to be proud of, a very flattering thing. Even so, it hurts. Cause it hurts to hurt other people´s feelings...
Conclusion: Being/having what everyone else wants to be/to have is not easy (and it´s far from being that easy or great as they may think)
Yeah, nobody said it was easy. Though no one ever said it would be so hard.
Escrito por Mari às 13:04
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Contradições
"Never saw a guy less interested in me" (Marin, talking about Julian, in "Something´s gotta give")
05/04 - 19h - CA
Frase propícia - pra não dizer perfeita - para descrever o momento...
Escrito por Mari às 12:06
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04/05 - Um episódio inesquecível
Bonito
Extremamente simpático
Descolado
Olhar forte e expressivo
Cara-de pau (hum, digamos... sem medo de ser feliz!)
... breathless
... o garoto manja das coisas... ;-)
Escrito por Mari às 11:45
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Highly recommended
When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth.
Michael: We have to get some food over there!
Steve: I know. Lets draw straws and the Loser runs across the Lot with a HAM sandwich!
Steve: Hey, sister, if I ever turn into one of those things, I give you my full permission to blow my fucking head off.
CJ: I don't mean to shit on anyone's riff, here, but let me just see if I grasp this concept, ok? You're suggesting that we take some fucking parking shuttles, and reinforce them with some aluminum siding, and then just head on over to the gun store and watch our good friend Andy play some cowboy movie jump-on-the-covered-wagon bullshit, then we're gonna drive across a ruined city, through a welcome committee of a few hundred thousand dead cannibals, all so that we can sail off into the sunset on this fucking asshole's boat
[points to Steve]
CJ: And head for some island that for all we know doesn't even exhist?
Kenneth: Yup.
CJ: All right, I'm in.
CJ: Hey... I like this song.
Escrito por Mari às 11:31
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Engraçado como existem pessoas que não se conformam com a própria sorte. Têm tudo, mas não dão valor a isso, e só criticam e invejam o fato de pessoas que (supostamente) não têm "nada" serem mais queridas que ela, quando essa pessoa poderia, com um pouco de esforço, ser capaz de reverter isso completamente. Triste ver a dimensão que um sentimento como a inveja pode atingir. Triste ver a que nível depressivo uma pessoa pode chegar. Triste constatar que há aqueles que sentem-se bem parecendo "pobres-coitados" e o que mais querem é que as pessoas tenham pena deles, sendo que esta é uma reação realmente desprezível (talvez a única que eu jamais gostaria que alguém sentisse por mim). Triste, muito triste.
Escrito por Mari às 11:06
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