naun, eu naun estou viva. eu morri mesmo. mas mesmo assim não vou deixar de compartilhar isso com vcs:

BOYS AND GIRLS TOGETHER

Boys don't want to be princes.
Boys want to be shepherds who slay dragons,
maybe someone gives you half a kingdom and a princess,
but that's just what comes of being a shepherd boy
and slaying a dragon. Or a giant. And you don't really
even have to be a shepherd. Just not a prince.
In stories, even princes don't want to be princes,
disguising themselves as beggars or as shepherd boys,
leaving the kingdom for another kingdom,
princehood only of use once the ogre's dead, the tasks are done,
and the reluctant king, her father, needing to be convinced.

Boys do not dream of princesses who will come for them.
Boys would prefer not to be princes,
and many boys would happily kiss the village girls,
out on the sheep-moors, of an evening,
over the princess, if she didn't come with the territory.

Princesses sometimes disguise themselves as well,
to escape the kings' advances, make themselves ugly,
soot and cinders and donkey girls,
with only their dead mothers' ghosts to aid them,
a voice from a dried tree or from a pumpkin patch.
And then they undisguise, when their time is upon them,
gleam and shine in all their finery. Being princesses.
Girls are secretly princesses.

None of them know that one day, in their turn,
Boys and girls will find themselves become bad kings
or wicked stepmothers,
aged woodcutters, ancient shepherds, mad crones and wise-women,
to stand in shadows, see with cunning eyes:
The girl, still waiting calmly for her prince.
The boy, lost in the night, out on the moors.


INSTRUCTIONS

Touch the wooden gate in the wall you never
saw before.
Say "please" before you open the latch,
go through,
walk down the path.
A red metal imp hangs from the green-painted
front door,
as a knocker,
do not touch it; it will bite your fingers.
Walk through the house. Take nothing. Eat
nothing.
However, if any creature tells you that it hungers,
feed it.
If it tells you that it is dirty,
clean it.
If it cries to you that it hurts,
if you can,
ease its pain.

From the back garden you will be able to see the
wild wood.
The deep well you walk past leads to Winter's
realm;
there is another land at the bottom of it.
If you turn around here,
you can walk back, safely;
you will lose no face. I will think no less of you.

Once through the garden you will be in the
wood.
The trees are old. Eyes peer from the under-
growth.
Beneath a twisted oak sits an old woman. She
may ask for something;
give it to her. She
will point the way to the castle.
Inside it are three princesses.
Do not trust the youngest. Walk on.
In the clearing beyond the castle the twelve
months sit about a fire,
warming their feet, exchanging tales.
They may do favors for you, if you are polite.
You may pick strawberries in December's frost.

Trust the wolves, but do not tell them where
you are going.
The river can be crossed by the ferry. The ferry-
man will take you.
(The answer to his question is this:
If he hands the oar to his passenger, he will be free to
leave the boat.
Only tell him this from a safe distance.)

If an eagle gives you a feather, keep it safe.
Remember: that giants sleep too soundly; that
witches are often betrayed by their appetites;
dragons have one soft spot, somewhere, always;
hearts can be well-hidden,
and you betray them with your tongue.

Do not be jealous of your sister.
Know that diamonds and roses
are as uncomfortable when they tumble from
one's lips as toads and frogs:
colder, too, and sharper, and they cut.

Remember your name.
Do not lose hope -- what you seek will be found.
Trust ghosts. Trust those that you have helped
to help you in their turn.
Trust dreams.
Trust your heart, and trust your story.

When you come back, return the way you came.
Favors will be returned, debts will be repaid.
Do not forget your manners.
Do not look back.
Ride the wise eagle (you shall not fall).
Ride the silver fish (you will not drown).
Ride the grey wolf (hold tightly to his fur).

There is a worm at the heart of the tower; that is
why it will not stand.

When you reach the little house, the place your
journey started,
you will recognize it, although it will seem
much smaller than you remember.
Walk up the path, and through the garden gate
you never saw before but once.
And then go home. Or make a home.

And rest.


LOCKS

We owe it to each other to tell stories,
as people simply, not as father and daughter.
I tell it to you for the hundredth time:

"There was a little girl, called Goldilocks,
for her hair was long and golden,
and she was walking in the Wood and she saw --"

"-- cows." You say it with certainty,
remembering the strayed heifers we saw in the woods
behind the house, last month.

"Well, yes, perhaps she saw cows,
but also she saw a house."

"- a great big house," you tell me.

"No, a little house, all painted, neat and tidy."

"A great big house."
You have the conviction of all two-year-olds.
I wish I had such certitude.

"Ah. Yes. A great big house.
And she went in . . ."

I remember, as I tell it, that the locks
Of Southey's heroine had silvered with age.
The Old Woman and the Three Bears . . .
Perhaps they had been golden once, when she was a child.

And now, we are already up to the porridge,
"And it was too --"
"-- hot!"
"And it was too --"
-- cold!"
And then it was, we chorus, "just right."

The porridge is eaten, the baby's chair is shattered,
Goldilocks goes upstairs, examines beds, and sleeps,
unwisely.

But then the bears return.
Remembering Southey still, I do the voices:
Father Bear's gruff boom scares you, and you delight in it.

When I was a small child and heard the tale,
if I was anyone I was Baby Bear,
my porridge eaten, and my chair destroyed,
my bed inhabited by some strange girl.

You giggle when I do the baby's wail,
"Someone's been eating my prridge, and they've eaten it --"
"All up," you say. A response it is,
Or an amen.

The bears go upstairs hesitantly,
their house now feels desecrated. They realize
what locks are for. They reach the bedroom.

"Someone's been sleeping in my bed."
And here I hesitate, echoes of old jokes,
soft-core cartoons, crude headlines, in my head.

One day your mouth will curl at that line.
A loss of interest, later, innocence.
Innocence; as if it were a commodity.
"And if I could," my father wrote to me,
huge as a bear himself, when I was younger,
"I would dower you with experience, without experience."
and I, in my turn, would pass that on to you.
But we make our own mistakes. We sleep
unwisely.
It is our right. It is our madness and our glory.
The repetition echoes down the years.
When your children grow; when your dark locks begin to silver,
when you are an old woman, alone with your three bears,
what will you see? What stories will you tell?

"And then Goldilicks jumped out of the window and she ran --
Together, now: "All the way home."

And then you say, "Again. Again. Again."

We owe it to each other to tell stories.

These days my sympathy's with Father Bear.
Before I leave my house I lock the door,
and check each bed and chair on my return.

Again.

Again.

Again.


tudo pelo Neil Gaiman, obvio.

e mais uma coisa: se vc realmente tiver saco de ir num cinema na puta q pariu (No meu caso o Raposo Shopping) só pra ver Last Flight Of The Osiris, valeu muuuuuuito a pena, principalmente pq depois vc naun precisa sair correndo para naun assitir DreamCatcher, q é um filme bem bobo, mas bem assistivel. está dito então.

pra variar.. testes!!!


You're depressed. Really you are. And you
definitely have a reason. You often space out
and stare at things blankly, even if you're
normally hyper and energetic. This is because
nothing really seems important anymore. You
might just be sad right now, or you might be
manic depressive. Don't worry. Have some cocoa
and stuff'll be ok.


How Depressed are You?
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Figura da Lain!!!! sei lah, nem toh assim agora, mas consigo ficar..


-Crucify- You're "Crucify" from both the
"Crucify" and "Little
Earthquakes" albums. You're probably
really fed up with not being able to stand up
for yourself. You wonder why everything gets
messed up, and actually, you make a lot of
sense.


Which Tori Amos Song Are You?
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nem sei se sou assim, mas tori pra mim É crucify, q eh a minha musica favorita. e sei lah, eu tinha clocado todas as alternativas como se eu naun fizesse sentido..


-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which
means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're
the kind of chick that can hang out with your
boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't
care about presents or about going to fancy
placed. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy
being around your boyfriend.


What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?
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u-hhhhhuuuuu!!!! isso com certeza valeu pro Arthur e tal, mas não sei se é realmente a visão de outros meninos (as vezes eu fico com a impressãod e q soh querem umas princesinhas pra tomar conta)


You have a surprise kiss! Your partner is always
pleasantly pleased to have you jump outta no
where to dote them with a fun peck on the cheek
or more passionate embrace. super markets and
work places are your favorite places to attack
your loved one with all your love =p


What kind of kiss are you?
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que fofo!


Neutral:
Harmony and balance is key. You don't look at the
world in a negative or positive way and you'll
never judge or assume a situation- you just
look at the facts. People like you are peaceful
and accepting.


What color do you see the world in?
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é, bem neutro.. faze oq





WHAT HOLLYWOOD STARLETTE OF THE 90'S ARE YOU?

this quiz was made by the sunni bunni bear

maneiro!


You're a ROMANTIC Goth!
You love the darker side of life and love, and you
probably have a fetish for red and black roses.


What kind of GOTH are you?
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com certeza, se eu fosse algum tipo de gotica seria esse... miuto legal!


congratulations. you are the kiss my ass happy
bunny. You don't care about anyone or anything.
You must be so proud


which happy bunny are you?
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*:)


You're the psychotic grin,and no one can quite tell
if you're insane or just really hyper.You scare
people,and i mean scare them a lot.Kati'd be
friends with you though.You two could have
sleepovers together and make pasta at 4 am.


What Kind of Smile are You?
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valeu então né...

aonde foi parar o serginho groosman?

pq, oh minhas abobrinhas, pq naun muda?

isso eh um teste pra ver se a Síd naun ferrou com todo o HTML (whatever that is) tentando personalizar o blog mais pra ela e pra zucchini.

noticia no UOL:

Tragédia no ar Queda de avião na Argélia mata 102; um sobrevive.

alguém aí lembra do filme Corpo Fechado?

então...

TENHA MEDO, TENHA.. hãããã.. MEDO MESMO

Está em minhas mãos a minha carteira de motorista! Síd tem porte de armas!! ehhhhh!

"From ten thousand throats now, the voices chant: all that you have built-- WE WILL DESTROY!
All your whirling, buzzing toys with their little bullets and bombs -- THEY ARE NOTHING TO US!
You are puny. You are tiny. You are soft. WE ARE HARD AND COLD AND ENDLESS IN OUR MALICE.
For a time -- a heartbeat, no more -- we slept. And you spawned and swarmed across our planet. BUT NOW WE HAVE RETURNED
You are nothing -- a minor interruption, a momentary nuisance -- SWIFTLY ANNIHILATED -- AND SWIFTLYFORGOTTEN."
from BIG GUY AND RUSTY THE BOY ROBOT by Frank Miller and Geof Darrow. (brigadinha pro Geek)

e tmb tem isto aqui.

(espero q o link funcione dessa vez pra eu naun ficar com cara de idiota de novo... HA! como se naun fosse a minha cara normal...)

OBS: esse post possui apenas ! em vez de !!! devido ao post recente da Cereja Ninja.

Grandes Resultados de Sabedoria da Oficina de Leitura Critica De Historias em Quadrinhos

em ingles, publicãções como os tabloides são chamados de yellow press. eu sempre me perguntei pq.... bem, parece q a coisa foi assim:

a primeirissima historia em quadrinhos era uma de um meninno orelhudo com uma camisola amarela (oq foi uma grande realização jah que a tinta amarela nunca tinha sido usada com muito sucesso nas publicações), chamado Yellow Kid. E era tão "primitivo" q nem balões tinha! as coisas eram escritas na camisola dele, e logo vc entedia q era oq ele tava falando (nem sequer tinha "eu esqueci a aplavra" q era um tipo de balão q era soh uma linha saindo da boca do personagem). Eram todas historias muito sujas e meio sensacionalista (pra epoca.. final do seculo 19) mas q faziam um razoavel sucesso, logo quando começou a se chamar de Yellow Press todas as publicações q tinham a mesma tematica.

bem, foi isso ai q o meu professor disse, e sei lah, faz sentido... o curso tem cara de ser legal, mas por enquanto soh foi meio apresentação e a historia inicial dos quadrinhos (q eu meio q jah sabia por causa dos livros do Scott McCloud, muito recomendados!!!), apesar de no primeiro dia ter tido um cara fanatico por Spawn (professor, e no filme do spawn q... - desculpe, eu ainda naun tive coragem de assisti-lo), no segundo eu sentei do lado de uma menina chamada julia q adora Preacher, entaun acho q via ser tudo bem. no final tem q apresentar um seminario sobre algo, e o cara jah deu um exemplo de qnd ele impediu uma menina de fazer um trabalho sobre sandman pq ela naun tinha distanciamento critico (ou seja.. era uma fanatica!), entaun eu toh meio sem saber sobre oq fazer... eu naun ouso mexer na santissima trindade (Miller, Moore e Gaiman.. talvez se o geek me acompanhar), naun quero fazer um trabalho sobre Lone Wolf sem a apropriada companhia do Arthur (q naun pode fazer o curso... :( .. entaun sei lah.. Blade Of The Immortal num tah encerrado, clamp seria idiota, garth ennis... hunnn.. num sei.. tmb pode escolher um aspecto, tipo.. sei lah.. cansei. xau!

P.S.: mas daonde diabos vem a expressão Imprensa Marrom?

Weird Results from Anime Tests


You are Chii!


What Chobits Character are You?
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A woman who knew Spike before his 'death.' She runs
a convenience store and probably drinks a
little more than she ought to.


Which Minor Cowboy Bebop Character are You?
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You want to bone Faye!
With that tight, short little getup she's
wearing... I'm getting all hot just thinking
about it!


Which 'Cowboy Bebop' character would you sleep with [provided they were real]?
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You're Faye! Work it! You're sexy and you know it!


Which Anime Girl Are You?
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You're Menchi! (Excel Saga)


You are Chii. You like to learn different kinds of
things and you are cute and sweet just like
her.


You are Saya, the Female vampire hunter. You carry
the appearance of a young girl, but you are
much more than you appear. You carry within
yourself a secret which no one would have
imagined. A true warrior, you are
uncompromising and deadly. You carry your sword
with you wherever you go.


You are MERLE!


ANIME QUIZ - Which Escaflowne Character Are You?
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Uma materia legal para as meninas

I cheated!!!
(sid num sabe ingres...)

(tah, eu queria postar isso, e como vcs sabem eu sou monogamica qnd se fala em blogs...)

então, eu fui fazer esse teste (sobre com quem vc deveria fazer sexo), e ainicialmente deu o Heath Ledger ("You like them with a drop dead gorgeous smile, cute accent and from the Land Down Under. " oq diabos essa ultima parte quis dizer?!?!), q eh um cara q eu sempre achei um nojo de feio e nem um pouco charmoso nem apelativo, nem nenhum adjetivo bom q naun seja " ele naun eh a avril latrine". Aih eu fui olhar todos os resultados possiveis, e sei lah, o Karl Urban ("you like them tall, dark, sexy and fun") parecia fazer sentido apesar do Dark na descrição, mas eu não faço noção de quem seja esse cara, e ele parece ser feio, entaun naun. Ai eu vi q tinha o maravilhoso Jude Law ("you like them romantic and British with beauiful green eyes"), oq faz todo o sentido do mundo e tal, e afinal, eh o jude law. Mas poxa, tmb tem o Orlando Bloom a.k.a. Legolas ("you like them dead sexy, with an orgasmic accent and looks. *drool* "), oq eh tipo, quem naun gostaria?! e eu cheguei a conclusaun de q esse teste eh uma merda, pq apesar de ter os resultados idiotas, tipo o Bob Esponja, tem resultados muito similares e as perguntas naun saun nem um pouco inteligente nem bem sacadas.

resumindo: eu naun recomendo esse teste, e esse naun foi o melhor teste da minha vida.

ah! por favor, naun desconfiem da minha fidelidade para com o meu namorado, simplesmente naun faria sentido. Serio! eu naun toh sendo ironica! SERIO!

tah, jah voltei de viagem e tem m bilhaun de pessoas com quem eu preciso falar sobre um milhaun de coisas, e mais organizar algumas centenas de coisas... entaun naun esperem muita coisa de mim... putz, o spzceoge a zucchini vai ficar putos de saber q eu voltei de viagem q naun teleofnei pra ele.. merda.

com grande poder, vem grande responsabilidade (mauae, isso deve estar escrito errado)

plaquinha na area de armas de ar comprimidos muito fodas no Wall Mart:
"Vc tem que provar, por meio de documentos, ser maior de 18 anos para comprar esses produtos"
Síd sente o passaporte dela no bolso (com a data de nascimento marcada 27/07/1984, e naun eh falsificado!!!)

grandes erros de hj: ter comido cup noodles enquanto ouvia los hermanos e sofria doq ha muito mais ainda pela frente para se sofrer...

Nada vai mudar entre nós.
Como eu sei ?
Eu só sei.
Tudo vai permanecer igual,
afinal, não há nada a fazer.
Eu não nego,
eu me entrego,
você é meu grande amor,
e hoje eu vou te dizer
"eu te amo" ...
eu imploro,
eu te adoro,
você tem meu coração a bater pra você
mais uma canção.

Síd enrolando ao maximo pra não precisar estudar Quimica (minha prova é amanha, socorro!!!), A ponto de pegar pra ouvir o CD da Avril Latrine (assim eu poderia criticar ela com todo o material possivel. sim eu sei, é muita falta do q fazer). Então, oficialmente, deviam ter afogado essa minina no parto. Fora isso o meu unico comentario vai pro maravilhoso fato dela conseguir rimar "boy" com "boi", poucos poetas conteporaneos ou classicos, conseguiriam tal façanha.

então é isso, termoquimica pra mim agora.

comprei o DVD brasileiro (assim eu vejo com a dublagem q estou acostumada) de HISTORIA SEM FIM!!! U-HUUU!!!

minhas esperanças no filme do Demolidor foram reavivadas pelo segundo trailer.. num toh falando q vai ser uma adaptação amravilhosa, e nem q eu perdoei o visual lamentavel da elektra e do Mercenario, mas parece q pelo menos vai ser um bom filme de ação, sem ser uma completa perda de tempo.

O que eu fiz hj:

tive q aguentar o meu namorado canarolando My Sacrifice do Creed (mas tmb, tadinho, tava na cabeça dele, a gente viu o clipe de manhã no multishow.. oq quer dizer q além de tudo tinha legenda na msica!)

Vi James Bond, Die Another Day. adorei o titulo, curti a musica da madonna, nem tem tanta coisa de outros filmes e saun bem sutis, a Jinx é muito legal (adagas e kodachis!!), os dialogos taun Mais 007 impossivel.. e sei lah... é tudo q o trailer promete!

Ganhei um peixe beta violeta chamado Groucho q tem um aquario redondo com pedrinhas vermelhas e laranjas no fundo (eu ia por o meu bonequinho de vaporeon pra decorar, mas fiquei com medo de fazer mau)

estudei quimica URGHT!

comecei a ver Tumulo dos Vagalumes, q eu descobri é baseado num livro, é sobre a segunda guerra, é muito bonita e bem trsite, mas eu ainda naun acabei de ver. mas pra ce ter uma noção começa com "21 de setembro de 1945, foi o dia que eu morri" e qnd conta do passado ele tem uma irmãzinha (a coisa mais fofa do mundo), então fica meio obvio de q ela deve morrer tmb...

eu jah falei pra vc q eu amo o stich? serah q jah saiu em DVD? eu quero rever ice age...

ah! eu num toh conseguindo dormir de novo... mas pelo menos num toh mal-humorada.

that´s the way I like it, uh uh, that´s the way I wanna it!

Síd de extremo mal-humor (foda-se se é com U). Síd não consegue dormir.

eu gosto muito dos desenhinhos do New Yorker