Os 'porques'

As vezes me pergunto a razão de fazermos certas coisas... Nós nos arrependemos de tanta coisa que fazemos ou que deixamos de fazer, e não da pra voltar e mudar isso. Ultimamente tenho me questionado o porque de certas coisas que faço.O porque de ser tão submissa, tão certinha, tão irremediavelmente idiota.Ou mesmo o porque de aceitar em minha vida coisas ou pessoas que não quero.
É triste ter que admitir certas coisas. Que deixei de fazer coisas por falta de coragem ou que vivo fazendo coisas para agradar aos outros e não a mim mesma. Eu sei que isso é errado, mas eu não mudo e sempre acabo triste e irritada por fazer esse tipo de coisa.É extremamente frustrante. Outro porque q eu não entendo: o de não mudar mesmo sabendo os meus erros.É persistir no erro ou seja burrice.Não faz nenhum sentido.
Eu só queria mesmo encontrar as respostas pra minhas perguntas, que não são poucas, mas isso tá dificil... Então me contento em ir listando os meus 'porques' e ir tentando responde-los ao longo do caminho. Acho que todo mundo tem suas proprias perguntas irrespondiveis, e que grande parte não as responde, mas o importante é pensar no assunto e quem sabe um dia conseguir encontrar as respostas para elas.

De volta a ativa.

Estou de volta ao meu blog que acabei abandonando nos ultimos 4 meses.Sabe como é neh?! Muito tempo de ferias quando voltei a ter aulas fiquei meia atrapalhada com o tempo, comecei a escrever um livro e acabei me esquecendo do meu blog.Mas como tudo nessa vida é provisorio esse periodo acabou e vou recomeçar a escrever aqui.
Sabe o que me fez lembrar do meu blog? Um blog que eu vi numa comunidade(Quem quiser ir la conferir o link é esse: http://www.diariodasirrelevancias.blogspot.com/, acreditem vale a pena ~.^).Os textos da dona me lembraram os de uma amiga minha. Ela escreve de um jeito que nos dá vontade de escrever: descontraido, espontaneo, divertido. Então me lembrei desse cantinho tão especial pra mim que eu acabei deixando de lado. Talvez ninguem me acompanhe aqui (eu tenho quase certeza disso), mas é divertido pensar que alguem, em algum lugar, pode ver um texto meu e gostar, ou se identificar, e de qualquer modo é sempre otimo escrever. Distrai e ajuda a organizar as ideias.Eu gosto de escrever. E espero que você (será que vai ter um você lendo?)goste de ler o que eu escrevo.É otimo estar de volta.

Beijos Júùh.

Why (Lily Allen)

Why aren't I one of those interesting people,

Who's always got something to say.

To not be contrived and to feel so alive,

And to never have wasted a day.

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To go for long walks, have well informed talks,

In a Non-confrontational way.

Why aren't I one of these interesting people,

And why won't you stay?

´

I'm still having the same conversation,

That I've been having for years.

I just want to read and retain information,

Just face up to my fears.

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I look at myself and it`s so plain to see,

All I need is to change.

Not too much, I still want to be me,

Everyone looks the same.

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Why is my phone full of so many numbers,

And why doesn't anyone call.

Maybe they think that I'm always too busy,

Or maybe I've no friends at all.

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When I'm watching TV they're all out necking E's

And well obviously I'm appalled

Why is my phone full of so many numbers,

And why don't you call.

´

I'm still having the same conversation,

That I've been having for years.

I just want to read and retain information,

Just face up to my fears.

´

I look at myself and it`s so plain to see,

All I need is to change.

Not too much, I still want to be me,

Everyone looks the same.

´

I'm still having the same conversation,

That I've been having for years.

I just want to read and retain information,

Just face up to my fears.

´

I look at myself and it`s so plain to see,

All I need is to change.

Not too much,

I still want to be me,Everyone looks the same...

Automatic (Tokio Hotel)

Automatic, automatic

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You're automatic

And your heart's like an engine

I die with every beat

You're automatic

And your voice is electric

Why do I still believe?

´

It's automatic

Everywhere in your letter

A lie that makes me bleed

It's automatic

When you say things get better

But they never...

´

There's no real love in you

There's no real love in you

There's no real love in you

Why do I keep loving you...

´

It's automatic

Counting cars on a crossroad

They come and go like youIt's automatic

Watching faces I don't know

Erase the face of you

´

It's automatic, systematic

So traumatic, you're automatic

´

There's no real love in you

There's no real love in you

There's no real love in you

Why do I keep loving you

´

Automatic, automatic

Automatic, automatic

´

Each step you make

Each breath you take
Your heart, your soul

Remote-controlled

This life is so sick

You're automatic to me

´

(Love in you, love in you)

There's no real love in you

There's no real love in you...

´

There's no real love in you

There's no real love in you

There's no real love in you

Why do I keep loving you?

´

Automatic

(There's no real)

Automatic
(Love in you)

´

Automatic

(Why do I)

Automatic

(Keep loving you?)

Automatic...

Brick by Boring Brick (Paramore)

She lives in a fairy tale

Somewhere too far for us to find

Forgotten the taste and smell

Of the world that she's left behind

It's all about the exposure the lens I told her

The angles were all wrong now

She's ripping wings off of butterflies

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With her feet on the ground

And her head in the clouds

¨

Well go get your shovel

And we'll dig a deep hole

To bury the castle, bury the castle

Well go get your shovel

And we'll dig a deep hole

To bury the castle, bury the cast

¨

Pa ra pa pa ra pa pa ra...

¨

So one day he found her crying
Coiled up on the dirty ground

Her prince finally came to save her

And the rest you can figure out

But it was a trick

And the clock struck 12

Well make sure to build your house

Brick by boring brick

Or the wolves gonna blow it down

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With her feet on the ground

And her head in the clouds

¨

Well go get your shovel

And we'll dig a deep hole

To bury the castle, bury the castle

Well go get your shovel

And we'll dig a deep hole

To bury the castle, bury the castle

¨

Well you built up a world of magic

Because your real life is tragic

Yeah you built up a world of magic

¨

If it's not real

You can't see it with your eyes

You can't feel it with your heart

And I won't believe it
¨

Cause if it's true

You can see it with your eyes

Even in the dark

And that's where I want to be

¨

Go get your shovel

We'll dig a deep hole

To bury the castle, bury the castle

Go get your shovel

And we'll dig a deep hole

To bury the castle, bury the castle

¨

Pa ra pa pa ra pa pa ra...

Pa ra pa pa pa ra pa pa...

\o/

New Perspective (Panic at the disco)

I feel the salty waves come in

I feel them crash against my skin

And I smile as I respire because

I know they'll never win

There's a haze above my TV

That changes everything I see

And maybe if I continue watching

I'll lose the traits that worry me

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Can we fast-forward to go down on me?

Stop there and let me correct it

I wanna live a life from a new perspective

You come along because

I love your faceAnd I'll admire your expensive taste

And who cares divine intervention

I wanna be praised from a new perspective

But leaving now would be a good idea

So catch me up on getting out of here

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Taking everything for granted but we still respect the time

We move along with some new passion knowing everything is fine

And I would wait and watch the hours fall in a hundred separate lines

But I regain repose and wonder how I ended up inside

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Can we fast-forward to go down on me?

Stop there and let me correct it

I wanna live a life from a new perspective

You come along because

I love your faceand I'll admire your expensive taste

And who cares divine intervention

I wanna be praised from a new perspective

But leaving now would be a good idea

So catch me up on getting out of here

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More to the point, I need to show

How much I can come and go

Other plans fell through

And put a heavy load on you

I know there's no more that need be said

When I'm inching through your bed

Take a look around instead and

Watch me go

-

Stop there and let me correct it

I wanna live a life from a new perspective

You come along because

I love your faceand I'll admire your expensive taste

And who cares divine intervention

I wanna be praised from a new perspective

But leaving now would be a good idea

So catch me up on getting out of here

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It's not fair, just let me perfect it

Don't wanna live a life that was comprehensive

'cause seeing clear would be a bad idea

Now catch me up on getting out of here

So catch me up I'm getting out of here...

Fim de ferias

Então é isso as ferias terminaram oficialmente; Com a volta as aulas tudo volta a sua rotina e a vida volta ao seu ritmo normal.Mas afinal como vai ser esse ano melhor ou pior que o outro? O que vai acontecer?Quem você vai conhecer? Ou melhor quem você vai ser? Isso so você vai poder decidir! E pra começar o ano bem pra cima essa semana será dedicada a musicas antigas ou novas, rapidas ou lentas, nacionais ou internacionais; Enfim a toda e qualquer musica que tenha uma letra ou melodia que valha a pena ouvir.Espero que vocês aproveitem!