"What is going on in the world if people believe that a soulmate is a disposable element that can change according to your mood, how many beers you had or how much a stranger turns you on?"
Monday, July 30, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
[The ho is fixing Anna's cereal and I'm having a cup of coffee]
Monday, July 23, 2007
Back at my 13's my parents were getting separated and although there was nothing traumatic [for me] in that experience, dreaming of a place that everything could be solved with magic wasn't very hard or not appealing.
If I had started reading the Harry Potter books today I mightn't be as impressed or excited but I don't like being that anachronic. Back then the "Sorcerer's Stone" fascinated me and made me so excited about that world that got me back the passion I had for Literature. J.K. Rowling's narrative is deffinitely not Woolf or Joyce but it's hooking and charming, and though it might not impress an experienced reader so much, it's a marvelous start and incentive for those who are beginning to enjoy the art of words.
But why am I Harry Potter-ing here? Well, for a very cinematical reason. It's true that I already purchased the Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows and am just waiting for it's arrival via mail, but today is Daniel Radcliffe's, the silver-screen Harry Potter, birthday. When I read the books I was already a movie aficionado and was already imagining the film; with, yes I confess, myself on the role of the learn-yearning and pubescent wizard.
But then came Radcliffe who was totally cute but completelly plain on the first movie. But what's interesting is that like Potter, Radcliffe has been acting like a desirous actor, who's willing to go further and to overcome himself at each work. He was slightly better on the 4th movie Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire and recently received warming reviews on his effort on Peter Shaffer's Equus recent revival.
The latter got everyone startled with the fact that Harry Potter would appear naked and simulating masturbation on the theatre. Those who weren't startled were obviously horny. That gives away the reason of that title... so, let's all give a hurray for Radcliffe and me for writting one of the most senseless posts ever!![Song: One Day - Björk]
Friday, July 20, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Monday, July 16, 2007
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And oft' is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."
[Shakespeare - Sonnet #18]
"Just like a star across my sky,
Just like an angel off the page, you have appeared to my life,
feel like I'll never be the same,
just like a song in my heart,
just like oil on my hands,
Honor to love you
Still I wonder why it is,
I don't argue like this,
With anyone but you,
we do it all the time,
blowing out my mind"
[Corinne Bailey Rae - Like A Star]
Just being romantically depressed lame...
I watched Venus for the second time today. First time I saw it was in Salvador, with Nina; lovely day, when I wasn't so deep into shitty problems of ego. Today I saw it with dad in this recent post-shit moment - especially after the recent relapse. What first was a cute somewhat romantic comedy, today became a beautiful essay about falling in love amidst loneliness. At first I thought that the film loses its rhythm when it makes more about O'Tootle than itself; I still think it so, but today I could see it only as an average viewer and just enjoyed the story. What happened then? I cried of course.
Guess I got the reds.
[Song: Come To Me - Björk]
I'm reading this book - I mentioned it before here [and yes ho I'm still reading it cos I'm a slow reader] and the woman left her country still in love with her last boyfriend; but after a moment she decided to let him go and thought she was finally over him, until he'd creep into her veins again and domain her thoughts in the worst of fashions. She fought against it, she succeeded.
Did you spot the relation? So, yeah you know what/who I mean. But in one point, when I drove some of the CCs home, I turned the car's stereo on and guess which song was playing. Yes, "maybe not from the directions you are staring at" indeed!
Lucas didn't get things at first [yes ho you know my slowpokeness], but as soon as he sat in front of this computer he finally connected everything.
So as I see a very dear friend of mine suffering for something he doesn't have and probably never had or will, I can't help seeing myself on him and I can't help feeling sick. He [not my friend, you-know-who] could never replace the missing elements in me and still I wanted to keep fooling myself he could, would and should. Then I see so much energy wasted in the illusion I built myself; and when I look back and remember what's my mind been hanging around [Björk], I finally see she IS the whisper in water she says she is in Bachelorette.
"How extremely lazy of me."
Silly girl, so silly!
And at this moment, I want to remind myself of another woman who has brought me up during that period: come the fuck on Bridget!
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
4. Explain the most irrational fear you have.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
1. Where is your mobile phone? Bag.
2. Relationship? Inexistent.
3. Your hair? Marvelous.
4. Work? Lazy.
5. Your sister(s)? Silly.
6. Your favourite thing? Music.
7. Your dream last night? What?
8. Your favourite drink? Vodka.
9. Your dream car? Anyone.
10. The room you're in? Dad's office.
11. Your shoes? Havaianas.
12. Your fears? Spiders.
13. What do you want to be in 10 years? Writer.
14. Who did you hang out with this weekend? CC.
15. What are you not good at? Math.
16. Muffin? YES!!!
17. Wish list item? Kylie.
18. Where you grew up? Everywhere.
19. The last thing you did? Smoked.
20. What are you wearing? Pajamas.
21. What are you not wearing? Wig.
22. Your pet? Which?
23. Your computer? Slow.
24. Your life? Awesome!
25. Your mood? Normal.
26. Missing? Romance.
27. What are you thinking about? Chocolate.
28. Your car? Siena.
29. Your kitchen? Far.
30. Your summer? Saudade.
31. Your favourite colour? Black.
32. Last time you laughed? Dunno.
33. Last time you cried? Dunno either.
34. School? Boring.
35. Love? Bitch!
[Song: Unison - Björk]
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Monday, July 09, 2007
Saturday, July 07, 2007
Friday, July 06, 2007
Today I saw again Erin Brockovich and man how she deserved that Oscar. Burstin was dang perfect in Requiem, but [1st] she already had a golden naked man and [2nd] that movie didn't deserve any Oscar [u.u]. I love how messy her hair always looks and how ungraceful her walk on those heels is; from all the de-glamed Oscar winners from 2000-2004 she and Nicole are the only ones [imo] that really deserved to win.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
This song's lyrics play with the opposites, but it's the incredulity declared on the verses that stricks me the most. I am and have been a cynic; not the evil kind I think, just the self-deprecating one. So, I strongly identify with the all "I don't believe"'s she declares on the verses. But guess what touched me deeply about this song? Yes, the leap of faith of the chorus. Every no wants to be a yes, every cynic wants to believe... Minogue's beautiful vocals chant the message that even the hardest of unbelievers has and wants something to believe in.