Chumbawamba

Nothing ever burns down by itself
Every fire needs a little bit of help
Nothing ever burns down by itself
Every fire needs a little bit of
Give the anarchist a cigarette
'Cause that's as close as he's ever going to get

Ghost World

- Face it. you hate every single boy on the face of earth!

- That´s not true, I just hate all these onnoxious, extroverted, pseudo-bohemian art-school losers!

- Name one guy who lives up to your standards... you haven´t said anything nice about a boy since you got over your Bruce Lee Obsession!

- I dunno... somebody like David Clowes

Ressaca moral infernal.

(e acabou o pó de café)

Estou me sentindo angustiada asfixiada esmagada enjoada fracassada desanimada transtornada oprimida irritada pequena entediada amargurada desmotivada apática desacreditada desesperada.

Preciso de férias das minhas férias

Preciso sair de São Paulo

Transtornada
Enlouquecida
Agoniada
Hostil

I Believe

In these times of contention it's not my intention to make things plain
I'm looking through mirrors to catch the reflection that can't be mine
I'm losing control now I'll just have to slow down a thought or two
I can't feel the future and I'm not even certain that there is a past

I believe in the worker's revolution
And I believe in the final solution
I believe in
I believe in
I believe in the shape of things to come
And I believe in I'm not the only one
Yes I believe in
I believe in

When I poison my system I take thoughts and twist them into shapes
I'm reaching my nadir and I haven't an idea of what to do
I'm painting by numbers but can't find the colours that fill you in
I'm not even knowing if I'm coming or going if to end or begin

I've fallen from favour while trying to savour experience
I'm seeing things clearly but it has quite nearly blown my mind
It's the aim of existence to offer resistance to the flow of time
Everything is and that is why it is will be the line

I believe in perpetual motion
And I believe in perfect devotion
I believe in
I believe in
I believe in the things I've never had
I believe in my Mum and my Dad
And I believe in
I believe in

There is no love in this world anymore
There is no love in this world anymore

I'm skippin' the pages of a book that takes ages for the foreword to end
Triangular cover concealing another aspect from view
My relative motion is just an illusion from stopping too fast
The essence of being these feelings I'm feeling I just want them to last

I believe in original sin
And I believe what I believe in
Yes I believe in
I believe in
I believe in the web of fate
And I believe in I'm going to be late
So I'll be leavin'
What I believe in


Eu gosto tanto de Buzzcocks e tenho muita inveja do Mateus
(a letra não está inteira)

Hoje eu fui nadar no CEPEUSP.

Quando entrei, tive a impressão de que a qualquer momento alguém ia apontar pra mim e dizer que eu era uma fraude. Discuti isso com a Rita e ela criou a imagem perfeita.
Nós duas, desfilando por lá com a cor do verão, quando de repente se forma uma roda em volta de nós, cheia de moças magras e rapazes bem fortes gritando: "Volta pra biblioteca!"

O fato das pessoas serem bronzeadas, magras, e super saudáveis não me incomoda; o que realmente irrita é que elas ficam felizes com isso. Como conseguem se divertir tanto?

O mundo saudável não combina comigo.
Alguém quer ir de novo semana que vem?

Ler o último Harry Potter me deixou deprimida.

Odeio estes equipanos que estão sempre indo passar um ano na Europa. E tenho dito.