a so called blog


Senhor/Senhora anónimo/a:
September 27, 2007, 22:35
Filed under: people

a) alforrecas nunca foram o meu estilo

b) prefiro as marias

c) a lua está bonita, obrigado.



Run?
September 27, 2007, 00:04
Filed under: arts, personal

It doesn’t hurt me.
You want to feel, how it feels?
You want to know, know that it doesn’t hurt me?
You want to hear about the deal I’m making.
You, (If I only could, be running up that hill)
You and me (If I only could, be running up that hill) And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
Get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building.
If I only could

You don’t want to hurt me,
But see how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware that I’m tearing you asunder.
There’s a thunder in our hearts, baby

So much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don’t we?
You, (If I only could, be running up that hill)
You and me (If I only could, be running up that hill)
You and me, won’t be unhappy

And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building.
If I only could

Come on, baby, come on, come on, darling,
Let me steal this moment from you now.
Come on angel, come on, come on, darling,
Let’s exchange the experience

And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
With no problems.

And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And I’d get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
With no problems.

If I only could, be running up that hill
If I only could, be running up that hill
If I only could, be running up that hill
If I only could, be running up that hill
If I only could, be running up that hill
If I only could, be running up that hill
If I only could, be running up that hill

Running Up That Hill by Placebo



Indeed, sir, what ever happened to that?
September 26, 2007, 23:27
Filed under: people

Sharon Underwood’s letter

This editorial is from Sunday’s Concord Monitor. Sunday, April 30, 2000
By SHARON UNDERWOOD

As the mother of a gay son, I’ve seen firsthand how cruel and misguided people can be. Many letters have been sent to the Valley News concerning the homosexual menace in Vermont. I am the mother of a gay son and I’ve taken enough from you good people. I’m tired of your foolish rhetoric about the “homosexual agenda” and your allegations that accepting homosexuality is the same thing as advocating sex with children. You are cruel and ignorant. You have been robbing me of the joys of motherhood ever since my children were tiny.

My firstborn son started suffering at the hands of the moral little thugs from your moral, upright families from the time he was in the first grade. He was physically and verbally abused from first grade straight through high school because he was perceived to be gay. He never professed to be gay or had any association with anything gay, but he had the misfortune not to walk or have gestures like the other boys. He was called “fag” incessantly, starting when he was 6.

In high school, while your children were doing what kids that age should be doing, mine labored over a suicide note, drafting and redrafting it to be sure his family knew how much he loved them. My sobbing 17-year-old tore the heart out of me as he choked out that he just couldn’t bear to continue living any longer, that he didn’t want to be gay and that he couldn’t face a life without dignity.

You have the audacity to talk about protecting families and children from the homosexual menace, while you yourselves tear apart families and drive children to despair. I don’t know why my son is gay, but I do know that God didn’t put him, and millions like him, on this Earth to give you someone to abuse. God gave you brains so that you could think, and it’s about time you started doing that.

At the core of all your misguided beliefs is the belief that this could never happen to you, that there is some kind of subculture out there that people have chosen to join. The fact is that if it can happen to my family, it can happen to yours, and you won’t get to choose. Whether it is genetic I don’t know. I can only tell you that it is inborn.

If you want to tout your own morality, you’d best come up with something more substantive than your heterosexuality. You did nothing to earn it; it was given to you. If you disagree, I would be interested in hearing your story, because my own heterosexuality was a blessing I received with no effort whatsoever on my part. It is so woven into the very soul of me that nothing could ever change it. For those of you who reduce sexual orientation to a simple choice, a character issue, a bad habit or something that can be changed by a 10-step program, I’m puzzled. Are you saying that your own sexual orientation is nothing more than something you have chosen, that you could change it at will? If that’s not the case, then why would you suggest that someone else can?

A popular theme in your letters is that Vermont has been infiltrated by outsiders. Both sides of my family have lived in Vermont for generations. I am heart and soul a Vermonter, so I’ll thank you to stop saying that you are speaking for “true Vermonters.”

You invoke the memory of the brave people who have fought on the battlefield for this great country, saying that they didn’t give their lives so that the “homosexual agenda” could tear down the principles they died defending. My 83-year-old father fought in some of the most horrific battles of World War II, was wounded and awarded the Purple Heart. He shakes his head in sadness at the life his grandson has had to live. He says he fought alongside homosexuals in those battles, that they did their part and bothered no one. One of his best friends in the service was gay, and he never knew it until the end, and when he did find out, it mattered not at all. That wasn’t the measure of the man.

You religious folk just can’t bear the thought that as my son emerges from the hell that was his childhood he might like to find a lifelong companion and have a measure of happiness. It offends your sensibilities that he should request the right to visit that companion in the hospital, to make medical decisions for him or to benefit from tax laws governing inheritance.

How dare he? you say. These outrageous requests would threaten the very existence of your family, would undermine the sanctity of marriage. You use religion to abdicate your responsibility to be thinking human beings. There are vast numbers of religious people who find your attitudes repugnant. God is not for the privileged majority, and God knows my son has committed no sin.

The deep-thinking author of a letter to the April 12 Valley News who lectures about homosexual sin and tells us about “those of us who have been blessed with the benefits of a religious upbringing” asks: “Whatever happened to the idea of striving… to be better human beings than we are?”

Indeed, sir, what ever happened to that?

Sharon Underwood lives in White River Junction, Vt.



Period.
September 22, 2007, 01:46
Filed under: personal

Acho piada quando me perguntam ‘Estás bem? Tens a certeza?‘. Há não muito tempo atrás, até faria sentido perguntar isso, porque efectivamente andava muito em baixo, mas ultimamente nem tem sido esse o caso.

Quer dizer, chegamos ao cúmulo de se estou deprimida é porque não sei o que quero, e porque sou uma estúpida e porque isto e porque aquilo. No entanto se sorrio, e estou bem disposta, continuo a levar com a pergunta, com a agravante do olhar duvidoso de quem diz ‘nah, tu estás a fingir e não estás nada bem‘. lol

Não meus amigos, eu efectivamente estou bem, e estou de bom humor. Sim, a Sara com mau feitio sabe sorrir e brincar e estar de bom humor só porque sim. Guess what, também tenho individualidade.

É assim tão difícil de acreditar que posso estar bem?

Makes you wonder about double standards, doesn’t it?



next…
September 16, 2007, 20:51
Filed under: ramblings

My next big buy has to be a new computer. The old one is commiting slow motion suicide, which is actually quite annoying.

So, I’ve been in love with this little guy for quite sometime, and now it’s finally time to make my move and buy it.

The model is an HP DV2585EP, and it’s a gorgeous machine. And, to add to that, it’s a quite good machine, at least that’s what several experts seem to think.

So, if the Gods are willing, in 2 weeks time I should have my baby with me, and I won’t be stressing all day long just because my computer doesn’t work.

I miss being able to just surf the web without crashing. Or just chatting on MSN without my computer restarting.

Ah, I miss those days.