.:garbage:.

I can't complain anymore. I think one of my deepest wishes was, in a certain way, realized. I'm not gonna tell which one, I'm not gonna thanx or regret. What's done is done. The only thing I can say: I feel nothing. Nothing at all. I'm not shocked, I'm not sad, I'm not happy, I'm not angry, I'm not regretting a past word. I'm not even worried and, rationally speaking, I should be.
Is it instinct?

[Arch Enemy] Instinct.
[Agatha Christie] The Incredible Theft.

Written by Shirley Ann at 7:35 AM | Permalink | | links to this post

Scene: Me, looking for underwear in a lingerie store.
Weird fact: it started to play Metallica.
Yes, Metallica - Nothing Else Matters, in a lingerie store, here in Brazil. That's not normal at all. And, after two songs, Bon Jovi.
I'm definitely scared!

[Metallica] Nothing Else Matters.
[Olympic Games] Volleyball Woman - China x Cuba.

Written by Shirley Ann at 2:47 AM | Permalink | | links to this post

Are we lovers out of moon
Are we singing out of tune
If I'm not good enough for you
Let this distance grow between us

I can't stay forever
Ok
We can get together
Someday
On the other side of the way

Could I take your hesitation
Could I show you my regret
Someone help me to forget
This big egg inside my head

I can't say forever
Ok
Let's ride a wave together
Someday
On the other side...

What is...
This thing...
Called us


[Kid Abelha] Someday.

Written by Shirley Ann at 12:19 PM | Permalink | | links to this post

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!

That's what you got to do when you get really stressed, you just go AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!

[Spice Girls] Spice Invaders.

Written by Shirley Ann at 7:20 PM | Permalink | | links to this post

Baby, sometimes I feel like dying,
Driving while Im closing my eyes.
Moving in and out of hiding,
Trying to catch some truth in my life.
(...)
Sunday morning, my town is sleeping.
Lying all alone in my bed,
Theres not a sound, I cant help but listening.
Wishing I was somewhere else instead.
But sometimes theyre too hard to handle,
These voices inside my head.

[Roxette] Run to you.
[Agatha Christie] The Murder in the Mews.

Written by Shirley Ann at 11:27 PM | Permalink | | links to this post

"It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. (...) but nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something."

Let me tell you something: I have feelings. Surprised, huh?!
And besides I'm rustic, rude, stupid and selfish, I'm sensitive like a fine sheet of crystal glass.

But who cares? After all, people like me just don't have feelings, right? It's an urban legend. I'm so rough and violent that I can't have feelings, can I?

[Ambeon] Surreal.

Written by Shirley Ann at 7:10 AM | Permalink | | links to this post

Is it 'coz I've said loud I was happy?! I dunno, but it sux. Two fucking stupid days in a row.
Well, it was good I've enjoyed the weekend, 'coz I think it was my last "go out" (even if it was at home, anyway) for a long period, from now on...
Anyway, other facts will be reported here.

[Garbage] Right between the eyes.

Written by Shirley Ann at 6:17 PM | Permalink | | links to this post

The weekend was windy, rainy and cold: this is one reason to be happy. But it was very warm, hot, at the same time.
It started like hell, 'coz I almost lost my bros in a car accident - Odin bless the airbags and the seat belts - and I didn't sleep for more or less 48 hours, and went to work anyway. Well, he's fine, and it's all that matters.
But after work, I went out with my "something-like-boyfriend" and after I had fondue at home with some friends. And both of them were perfect. Simply perfect.
Thanx again, guys.

[Garbage] Sex is not the enemy.

Written by Shirley Ann at 9:33 PM | Permalink | | links to this post

...are always welcome.
And I have awesome friends.
Thanx guys for the not-really-usual-Friday!
*smiling*

[The Gathering] In Motion #1.
[The Tudors] Season 1 (yet).

Written by Shirley Ann at 11:46 PM | Permalink | | links to this post

Yesterday I had a Spanish test.
And strange thoughts in the way back home too, like some days ago. A strange déjà vu and I can swear that voice was real at that time.

[The Gathering] Forgotten.

Written by Shirley Ann at 11:53 AM | Permalink | | links to this post

Make me a pretty person
Make me feel like I belong
Make me hard and make me happy
Make me beautiful

The emptiness
The craziness
Satisfy this hungriness

Darling
How would it feel?

Written by Shirley Ann at 7:31 PM | Permalink | | links to this post

Even with these shadows of depression surrounding my life, his tiny and almost hidden smile had fulfilled my heart with the most sincere happiness.

Written by Shirley Ann at 12:09 PM | Permalink | | links to this post