
18 de mai. de 2008
14 de mai. de 2008
Geograph lesson
A bid:
1.118km ou 483km ?
(R$130,00+R$16,00) x2 ou R$86,00 x2?
271.660 h. ou 13.832 h.?
"My heart has 4 empty rooms." Jewel.
We all make our choices, but destiny is a fickle bitch.
Info.: http://www.unb.br/numeros/graduacao.php
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1.118km ou 483km ?
(R$130,00+R$16,00) x2 ou R$86,00 x2?
271.660 h. ou 13.832 h.?
"My heart has 4 empty rooms." Jewel.
We all make our choices, but destiny is a fickle bitch.
Info.: http://www.unb.br/numeros/graduacao.php
Não é interessante e assustador ao mesmo tempo?
It's where I'm afraid
Home Is Where It Hurts — Camille
My home has no roof
My home has no windows
It ain't water proof
My home has no handles
My home has no keys
If you're here to rob me
There's nothing to steal
À la maison
Dans ma maison
C’est là que j’ai peur
Home is not a harbour
Home home home
Is where it hurts
My home has no heart
My home has no veins
If you try to break in
It bleeds with no stains
My brain has no corridors
My walls have no skin
You can lose your life here
'Cause there's no one in
Home is not a harbour
House, not a hearse
Home is not a harvest
Home is where it hurts
Né dans l'œuf
Oui c'est au fond de l'œuf que l'on se tue
T'a posé tes clés
Là où t'es t'es bouclé
T'as posé tes pieds
Là où c'est hanté
My home is no one
My home has no windows
It ain't water proof
My home has no handles
My home has no keys
If you're here to rob me
There's nothing to steal
À la maison
Dans ma maison
C’est là que j’ai peur
Home is not a harbour
Home home home
Is where it hurts
My home has no heart
My home has no veins
If you try to break in
It bleeds with no stains
My brain has no corridors
My walls have no skin
You can lose your life here
'Cause there's no one in
Home is not a harbour
House, not a hearse
Home is not a harvest
Home is where it hurts
Né dans l'œuf
Oui c'est au fond de l'œuf que l'on se tue
T'a posé tes clés
Là où t'es t'es bouclé
T'as posé tes pieds
Là où c'est hanté
My home is no one
Yes, dear, even though I wanted; 'cause you know I always wanted love to be filled with pain and bruises*, it didn't hurt and it wasn't hurting. So, is not here, wasn't there and wasn't then. What a bummer.
Then again, they are two weeks/months full of one-year-anniversaries. God knows I might bite my tongue.
*Antony & The Johnsons, in The Cripple and the Starfish.
Daria's The Misery Chick (s01e13)

Daria: —What’s going on?
Jane: — I felt like not talking to anybody.
Daria: —I’m not anybody, and I’d like to talk to someone.
Jane: —But you’ve been talking to everyone.
Daria: —No, everyone is been talking to me. There’s a difference.
Jane: —Well, what you want to talk for anyway. You don’t care about what happened.
Daria: —How can you say that?
Jane: —You’ve been treating like: oh well, another stupid day. The guy died.
Daria:—I know he died. I’m sorry he died. But I’m not going to pretend he was some great person when he wasn’t. People are not upset because Tommy Sherman died. People are upset because they are gonna die.
Jane: —That understandable.
Daria:—Okay. But you know what I’ve been hearing? “You know how I feel, Daria, your gloomy.”, “I knew I could talk to you, Daria, you’re always miserable”. Tragedy hits the school and everyone thinks of me. The popular guy died and now I’m popular because I’m the Misery Chick. But I’m not miserable. I’m just not like them.
Jane: —That really makes you think.
Daria:—Funny. Thanks a lot.
Jane: —No, that’s why they wanna talk to you. They say: you’re always unhappy, Daria. But they mean: you think, Daria. I can tell because you don’t smile. Now this guy died and makes me think. And that’s hurt my little head and makes me stop smiling. So, tell me how you cope with thinking all the time, Daria, 'till I can turn into my normal vegetable state.
Daria: —Okay.
Jane: — I felt like not talking to anybody.
Daria: —I’m not anybody, and I’d like to talk to someone.
Jane: —But you’ve been talking to everyone.
Daria: —No, everyone is been talking to me. There’s a difference.
Jane: —Well, what you want to talk for anyway. You don’t care about what happened.
Daria: —How can you say that?
Jane: —You’ve been treating like: oh well, another stupid day. The guy died.
Daria:—I know he died. I’m sorry he died. But I’m not going to pretend he was some great person when he wasn’t. People are not upset because Tommy Sherman died. People are upset because they are gonna die.
Jane: —That understandable.
Daria:—Okay. But you know what I’ve been hearing? “You know how I feel, Daria, your gloomy.”, “I knew I could talk to you, Daria, you’re always miserable”. Tragedy hits the school and everyone thinks of me. The popular guy died and now I’m popular because I’m the Misery Chick. But I’m not miserable. I’m just not like them.
Jane: —That really makes you think.
Daria:—Funny. Thanks a lot.
Jane: —No, that’s why they wanna talk to you. They say: you’re always unhappy, Daria. But they mean: you think, Daria. I can tell because you don’t smile. Now this guy died and makes me think. And that’s hurt my little head and makes me stop smiling. So, tell me how you cope with thinking all the time, Daria, 'till I can turn into my normal vegetable state.
Daria: —Okay.
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