- A FALSA GUITARRISTA - So much drama, so little time.

por que esse nome?

Bem, alguém que acredita(?) ser uma guitarrista, sempre pensa em guardar dinheiro a fim de comprar uma Les Paul decente (lê-se-Gibson-yeah!), mas acaba gastando o dinheiro na cantina da escola comprando bala.

a dona dessa budega

Uma pessoa que está no caminho da normalidade(?), mesmo com algumas curvas e etc. Completamente vidrada em E.R. – mesmo quando 99% das pessoas de sua idade tem pavor, e ela mesma nem se dá conta de quantas vezes assistiu as primeiras temporadas apenas para nutrir seu amor platônico por John Carter. Atualmente assiste 90210, GG, Dexter, House e tenta entender Lost.
Caiu de cabeça nessa onda de Twilight, mas depois de ver milhões de revistas com isso na capa com certeza deixará de gostar rapidinho.
Pavor de filmes de suspense, e graças a Tubarões não consegue por o pé no mar.
Neste exato momento é uma programadora frustrada ão conseguir arrumar esse HTML maluco sem – no mínimo – cerca de duzentas tentativas frustradas.
Imagina-se trabalhando no HC da Unicamp daqui alguns anos, mas por enquanto se contenta(?) com as quatro aulas semanais de ciências.
Filha única, toca violão, piano e campainha; tenta aprender a abrir latas, mas tem trilhões de tentativas mal-sucedidas marcadas por cicatrizes.
Bem, era isso.

19:11

sábado, 25 de abril de 2009

Comparisons are easily done
Once you've had a taste of perfection
Like an apple hanging from a tree
I pick the ripest on I still got the seed

You said move on, where do I go
I guess second best is all I will know

Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you, thinking of you
What you would do if
You were the one who was spending the night
Oh I wish that I was looking into your eyes

You're like an indian summer, in the middle of winter
Like a hard candy with a surprise center
How do I get better once I've had the best
You said there's tons of fish in the waters
So the waters I will test

He kissed my lips, I taste your mouth
He pulled me in, I was disgusted with myself

Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you, thinking of you
What you would do if
You were the one who was spending the night
Oh I wish that I was looking into your....

The best and yes, I do regret
How could I let myself let you go
And now, now the lessons learned
I touched and I was burned
Oh I think you should know

Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you, thinking of you
What you would do if
You were the one who was spending the night
Oh I wish that I was looking into your eye, your eyes, your eye
Oh, won't you walk through and
Bust down the door and take me away no more mistakes
Cause in your eyes I'd like to stay
Stay...

Marcadores: lala

07:11

quinta-feira, 26 de fevereiro de 2009

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