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.