Proust Questionnaire

Decidi acabar com o blog. Já que este blog já soube de tanta coisa sobre a minha vida amorosa (ou a falta dela) , se bem que muitas vezes metafóricamente, decidi terminar com algo sobre mim ainda mais pessoal. Gostei do questionário de Marcel Proust.

What is your favorite word? Coração.
What is your least favorite word? Burra.
What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally? People who are intellectually curious.
What turns you off? Lies.
What is your favorite curse word? Fuck.
What sound or noise do you love? Rain hitting windows and glass roofs, and silence.
What sound or noise do you hate? Repetitive sounds like the alarm clock or ringtones or chewing.
What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Judge of the supreme court or flight attendant.
What profession would you not like to do? Something to do with the army.
If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? Are you allowed in?
Your favorite virtue. Autonomy.
Your favorite qualities in a man. Fidelity.
Your favorite qualities in a woman. Independence and self-respect.
Your chief characteristic. I really don't know!
What you appreciate the most in your friends. They make me laugh so much I workout my abs.
Your main fault. I'm undecided and stubborn.
Your favourite occupation. Exercising and listening to music or reading. And, Loving (or exercising, listening to music and loving all together at the same time).
Your idea of happiness. I won't say. I'm afraid of destroying it by saying it.
Your idea of misery. Not knowing my grandfather.
If not yourself, who would you be? I would still wanted to be me, just like everyone should be. Well, a hotter body wouldn't hurt.
Where would you like to live? In a more comprehensive place. But IF I had to choose, NYC.
Your favourite colour. The rainbow (except for yellow and orange). 
Your favourite flower. Tulips and Orchids.
My favorite bird. I hate birds, but chicken counts? I mean, they're delicious!
Your favorite prose authors. José Saramago, Jane Austen, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Margarida Rebelo Pinto.
Your favorite poets. Fernando Pessoa.
Your favorite heroes in fiction. Dr. Hannibal Lecter (he helped Clarice save Catherine Martin) and Lt. Aldo Raine.
Your favorite heroines in fiction. Beatrix Kiddo.
Your favorite painters. Salvador Dalí, Frida Kahlo and Richard Phillips. 
Your favorite composers. Tchaikovsky, Beethoven.
Your heroes in real life. It used to be my father, but what a hero he turned out to be.
Your favorite heroines in real life. My mother.
What characters in history do you most dislike. Napoleon Bonaparte, Adolf Hitler and Charles Manson
Your heroines in World history. Every woman who had the guts to stand on her own two feet and Coco Chanel.
Your favorite food and drink. Anything with pasta and water.
Your favorite names. I only have one at a time.
What I hate the most. Many, many things.
The military event I admire the most. None, I hate the military!
The natural talent I'd like to be gifted with. Charm and seductiveness.
How I wish to die. In the worst way possible, experiencing the worst pain ever and then no more me.
What is your present state of mind. I'm bored from thoughting about myself.
For what fault have you most toleration? The ones I understand.
Your favorite motto. Express yourself!


Lots of Love !

no one had told her about the end of love

"Welcome to the age of un-innocence. No one has Breakfast at Tiffany's and no one has Affairs to Remember. Instead we have breakfast at 7 am and affairs we try to forget as quickly as possible. Self protection and closing the deal are paramount. Cupid has flown the co-op. How the hell did we get into this mess? There are thousands, maybe ten thousands of women like this in the city. We all know them and we all agree they're great. They travel, they pay taxes, they'll spend 400$ on a pair of Manolo Blahnik strapy sandals, and they're alone."

nothing at all

" People are really romantic about the beginnings of things. Fresh start, clean slate, a world of possibility. But no mater what new adventure you're embarking on, you're still you. You bring you into every new beginning in your life, so how different can it possibly be? It's all anybody wants right? Clean slate? A new beginning? Like that's gonna be any easier. Ask the guy pushing up the bolder up the hill. Nothing is easy about starting over. Nothing at all. "

cement legs

My legs were just legs again, not cement, and now that I felt capable of running away, I no longer wanted or needed to.

time .

One thing I've learned through my years of dating is that when love is beginning and love is ending the first thirty days are remarkably similar. You seem to spend all time in bed, your friends can't stand or listen to you, and you never seem to wear pants. For one it's honeymoon, for others it's the mourning period. Everyone has an opinion on how long it takes to recover from a break up: half the length of the relationship; one week for every month you were together; exactly ten thousand drinks however long that takes. But, lets face it, the only thing that can fix a broken heart, it's time! Although the last one is what really works for me.

problems .

We all have problems. Some big some small, but we all have problems. What distinguishes us is our way of dealing with them. The immediate reaction is denial, then it comes anger usually followed by depression. So, we can all go 'this just can't be happening to me', or 'why me?' or 'I'm so sad, why bother?'. Or we can jump all those stages and accept it and start figuring out the plan to solve it. What we can't do is sit around waiting for it so solve itself, or to go away. You know why? It's not going to solve on its own and it's not going away unless you do something about it. You're not going to wake up one day and roll out of bed and realize that it magically disappeared. You know what you can't do? Blame anyone or anything for your situation or problem, because when you do that, you're saying that you're powerless over you own life. A step to reclaim your life is taking responsibility. Life may deal you some bad hands, but evaluating the choices you make in response to those difficulties is critical in affecting an outcome that is more favourable to you. If you're hoping to get anywhere in life you need to distinguish the real problems from the small problems, and believe in yourself. You're smart enough to figure it out and solve your problems. And don't be afraid to try, because you know what? There is no such thing as failure, only feedback. Stop judging yourself and start recognizing it for what it is, an entry point for learning. If you're not failing then you're not really reaching and really trying. If you don't like the outcome of a situation, learn from it, make corrections and reapproach wiser and stronger until you achieve your goals. Success is in big part a matter of attrition.

 

have you ?

Have you ever had one of those days where nothing all that monumental happens, but by the end of it you have no idea who you are or what the hell you are doing with your life? What about two weeks?

voodoo girl

"Her skin is white cloth,

and she's all sewn apart
and she has many colored pins
sticking out of her heart.

She has a beautiful set
Of hypno-disk eyes,
The ones that she uses
To hypnotize guys.

She has many different zombies
who are deeply in her trance.
She even has a zombie
who was originally from France.

But she knows she has a curse on her,
a curse she cannot win.
For if someone gets
too close to her,

the pins stick farther in."

in Tim Burton's: The Melancholy Death Of Oyster Boy