dissociative identity disorder

dica do dia para os novatos no facebook que ficam irritados com a avalanche de convites para aplicativos entupindo suas páginas de solicitações todos os dias:

na coluna da da direita,na barra de título da lista de solicitações, há um link milagroso: “ignore all”. ele faz exatamente o que diz quando clicado, ou seja, ignora todas as solicitações. se elas forem de tipos diferentes - por exemplo, convites para aplicativos e solicitações de amizade - o facebook perguntará qual tipo de solicitação você quer ignorar para que você possa ter certeza do que está fazendo.

clicou, limpou. simples assim. ;)

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sou constantemente e terrivelmente apaixonada pelas minhas gatas…

uma observação: o título deste post vem de um álbum organizado por uma das minhas gravadoras favoritas, a projekt, especializada em darkwave, etéreo e outros estilos semelhantes. o álbum é todo dedicado a músicas falando sobre gatos. para os fãs dos felinos, é algo de imperdível.

para ler ouvindo: Faith & The Muse - In Dreams of Mine.

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i am constantly and wildly in love with my cats…

a note: the title of this post was inspired by an album compiled by one of my favourite music labels, projekt, specialized in darkwave, ethereal and musical genres alike. the album is a dedication, filled with music talking about cats. for the cat fans, something not to be missed.

to read while listening to: Faith & The Muse - In Dreams of Mine.

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estando preparada para assistir a uma comédia light, daquele tipo que não lhe derruba da cadeira de risadas mas deixa uma sensação renovadora quando chega ao fim, assisti ontem a “juno“. não estava informada sobre o grande hype envolvendo o filme, que ganhou o oscar de melhor roteiro original de 2007 e teve sabe-se lá quantos milhões de dólares de lucro logo nas primeiras semanas de exibição. se estivesse, talvez a minha decepção tivesse sido ainda maior, levada pela expectativa que esse tipo de informação inevitavelmente causa na hora de assistir um filme.

resumindo bastante, “juno” conta a história de uma menina de 16 anos que engravida de um amigo da escola. ele se desenvolve ao longo dos meses de gravidez, em que ela decide não abortar o bebê, mas sim dá-lo em adoção a um casal que encontrou por meio de um jornal de classificados local.

longe de carregar o peso que o assunto geralmente gera, “juno” é terrivelmente fantasioso: nele, a menina em questão, que dá nome ao filme, encara a gravidez precoce como quem tem um pequeno problema a ser resolvido em alguns meses, de forma indiferente e muitas vezes excessivamente ácida. engravidar, colocar o bebê no colo de outra pessoa e sair tocando violão e cantando feliz da vida; tudo muito simples.

é claro que, não sendo um documentário, um filme pode levar sua história onde quiser. mas do meu ponto de vista pessoal, não entendo o que pode haver de tão interessante e profundo em uma história que trata uma situação tão delicada como dar vida a uma pessoa no momento errado como se fosse uma escolha entre ter um bebê ou comprar uma bicicleta. fico imaginando as centenas de adolescentes que, certamente, saíram das salas de cinema imaginando que, caso algo semelhante aconteça com elas, será da mesma forma frívola e indiferente que elas agirão. afinal, se um filme como esse foi tão aclamado, que mal deve haver em trazê-lo para a vida real?

tirando do caminho a mensagem equivocada e a história fraca, nem a boa fotografia e as boas atuações salvam a película. talvez infelizmente hollywood devesse se ater às adaptações de livros e remakes, coisa que vem fazendo já há tempos. por pior que seja não haver na tela nada de inovador ou original em termos de roteiro, sempre se pode descer mais um nível.

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hoping to watch a light comedy, the kind that, although it won’t make you laugh out loud, will leave a refreshing sensation when the end comes up, yesterday it was time for “juno“. i wasn’t aware of the huge hype involving the film, which won the 2007 oscar for best original screenplay and generated god knows how many million dollars in profit in the first few weeks after being released. had i known that, the deception i felt would surely be a lot worse, since that kind of information inevitably builds up a lot of expectation when watching a movie.

as a quick and dirty summary would say, “juno” tells the story of a 16 years old girl that gets knocked up by a friend at school. it unfolds along in the months while the baby is growing inside her, while she decides not to opt for an abortion but give the baby up for adoption to a couple she found in a pennysaver ad.

instead of bearing the weight the subject usually brings with itself, “juno” is terribly fantasizing: the girl in question, from whom the movie got its name, faces her teenage pregnancy as something that will be “resolved” in a few months, in a very indifferent and sometimes excessively acid way. you get pregnant, you place your baby in another person’s lap, go around playing the guitar and singing happily ever after; there it is, all so simple.

of course, if a movie isn’t a documentary, it’s story can go whatever way the writer wants. but in my own personal point of view, i can’t quite grasp what’s so interesting and drawing in a story dealing with such a delicate sutiation like giving birth at such a young age as if it was a choice between having a baby or buying a bike. i can’t help but think about all the teenagers that have probably left the movie theathers think that well, if they made a movia about it that way, so frivolous and indifferent, that’s certainly acceptable if such a thing happens to them. after all, if such a movie was so acclaimed, what’s wrong in bringing it to real life?

taking the misplaced message it sends out of the way, not even the good photography and great acting are able to make the movie worth watching. unfortunately, maybe hollywood should keep on making movies by adapting books or shooting remakes, something that has been going on for quite some time now. worse than having nothing original or innovative on screen when it comes to the screenplays is getting down to an even lower level of shallowness.

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so many things to write about, so much going through her head, such a vortex that sucks her up into the almost inevitable urge to express herself, and the feeling those things shouldn’t be written down -it haunts the writer. she’s been there before; she doesn’t want to go back there.

she can almost touch each one of the reasons not to, they’re still so brightly red, so visibly lumped and well-formed. each one of them rising, one beside the other, like flowers blooming on a field that was never planned to be - that was never conceived and still stubbornly came into being against the season’s will. it’s like this obvious, ordinary garden, and she’s staring at the patterns it holds. some of them bigger, some of them smaller and still excruciatingly there: the scars. she can almost touch them.

it’s inevitable to feel them, even it’s just a careful stare and although they’re still so there after all this time - she doesn’t want to touch them . they remind her of the misery nonetheless, the countless paths that lead into those shiny pieces of evidence. what they exhale is empty as if they’re not there for a reason other then being reminded of her existence as a person that took things too close to the wrong area of her own existence. the one that made her feel, when she wished so much to just be numb enough not to go back there once again.

now she stares at the keyboard and it spells out each of the words she can’t get herself to write. each painful stroke on a letter key means a step towards the edge she knew so deeply. the abyss in front of her, built by the words written side by side forming the willing to dive into them free falling and openly. she can see that too. so attracting and so deceiving, in contrast to the garden in which her feet are rooted, the one that has grown so widely it can’t be ignored anymore. it’s omnipresent and it’s in her for good. her feet are on the soil of deception, from each she contemplates the abyss of the promise of life.

she tries to shake the overwhelming impulse to just try and write. she starts pretending not to care when she begins to place her fingers on each key, but although they don’t feel much more than the cold, senseless sensation of touching something so tangible, she interrupts briefly after writing a few words. that’s too much to take. there’s a turmoil in each though leading to a new letter spread on the screen, going from her mind to her arms and to her wrist and to her fingertip and there’s the resounding dizziness of each word leading to another wave of the sight that garden. her hands start looking like they’re all covered in them as if they could become even more real that when they were just inside herself.

one more word: “missing” and there’s where she stops altogether. she doesn’t want to go back there.

she doesn’t want to get back there.

she won’t write about it this time, but she keeps wishing she’ll feel free to put her words out because she needs to believe there’s some way one day she’ll feel the abyss whispering her scars don’t matter anymore. to believe one day they’ll stop hurting even though she knows they’ll just never go away. to believe one them she’ll be able to stare and find beauty in them through all the redness and misery. to believe being scarred doesn’t make her afraid anymore - it makes her who she is.

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acabei de receber do spark um link para umas fotografias em um site em russo. olhando pras fotografias, dá muita vontade de entender russo só para saber como essas fotos foram feitas! o efeito é esquisito, porém interessante. dá uma olhada:

eu disse que era esquisito… pra conferir as outras fotos, é só clicar.

ATUALIZAÇÃO: descobri como faz. ;) como nunca se sabe quando essas coisas podem sair do ar, para ler a explicação completa é só clicar abaixo. quem sabe alguma hora dessas eu aproveite para traduzi-la… quem sabe…
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