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After the Twilight mania I've been reading some best-sellers and I'm not disappointed at all. The Shack by William P. Young is surely the best book I've ever read in life, it's so complex and at the same time easy to understand, everyone must read it some day.

Nowadays I'm reading three books: Snow by Omar Pamuk, Our Home by Chico Xavier and a biography of Ayrton Senna, an amazing brazilian race car driver.

It's making me sad that I can't finish any of them, but when I do I'll start with Marley and Me. I saw the movie and I think it's a good story. Hope I read it soon :)

~ Jack.

   I don't have much to do then I was thinking about post a journal, just to write a little.

   My Saturday was terrible.

   I had frightful dreams, which I thought about post them here but I realized that everyone who reads would cry or fear the whole story. I hope I forget all those bad images soon; it keeps on going on my mind every time.

   So, when I woke up my eyes were wet and the rainy day atmosphere made me feel even worse. I forced myself out of bed and tried to make something that would busy my head with. I played videogames all the day, and guys here haven't had lunch yet. About 4PM my mom asked me if I had any idea for what we should make to eat and I was like "Why not pizza?" then she went buy the ingredients while me, my brother and his girlfriend were trying to find out how make the pizza's dough. It was funny 'cause every place gave us different ways to make it, then we decided to make the way we thought it was. The final result was two amazing homemade pizzas and a sweet talking about my nightmares with my mother that made my Saturday a lot better.

   My mom and I stayed on the couch 'til it get very late, watching Sepultura on TV and I saw that it'll show an Ash Kutcher's movie on the next day, so I got really excited and went to sleep. The horrible dreams didn't affect my night, though I slept so much and woke up around 2PM just in time to see the end of the movie. But just the end. Shit.

   Sunday was extremely boring, nothing happened. When I say nothing I really mean it.

   The best part of the day or of the night in this case, was another long talk with my mother, but this time we talked about the past we miss and the future we want. Our wishes, our dreams, another person dreams and my big love for William Beckett. She asked me if I've ever talked to him on twitter or something like this. I hope one day I'll meet him, but for now I have no clue about what I should make to talk to William. She said that the day they'll play here is not so far. I want it so bad...

   I went sleep great but this morning I woke up with tearful eyes and no voice at all. A cold. I can't believe I caught a cold while I was sleeping, it's untrue. When I came back to the bedroom to change my clothes my mom saw the look on my face and asked me if I could handle the subjects of the day and if I wanted to stay home and so I did. I'm feeling so down. Inside and outside.

   Well, that was my wonderful weekend. One more weekend.

 

~ Jaqueline Zeck

05/18/2009.

"...Give me time to prove

Prove I want the rest of yours (prelude)

Call this a prelude to a lifetime of you

It's not that I hang on every word

I hang myself on what you repeat

It's not that I keep hanging on

I'm never letting go

Hands, like secrets, are the hardest thing to keep from you

Lines and phrases, like knives, your words can cut me through

Dismantle me down (repair)

You dismantle me

You dismantle me

Save me from myself

Save me from myself

Help me save me from myself

Save me from myself

Oh oh, things are gonna change now for the better

Oh oh, things are gonna change..."

This song's from a band called Anberlin and it always reminds of someone really special for me. It's all I'd like to say to this person, but at the present time I can't. If you ever read this, just know that I love you...

 

Tenho o poder dα sedução. Mαs sou inútil e αnαlfαbeto.

Bill sobre ele mesmo.

Você quis dizer "Pervertido"

Google sobre Bill.

Um tαrαdo αrmαndo αltαs confusões com essαs mulheres do bαrulho!

Nαrrαdor dα sessão dα tαrde sobre Bill.

Sαntinho? RARAE, está certo disso?

Silvio Sαntos sobre Bill.

Ele precisα de disciplinα!

Super Nαnny sobre Bill.

SOAKSAOKPSKASPOKSA

Bill sobre quαlquer coisα.

._.

Bill sobre quαlquεr outrα coisα.

Ele é α moscα que pintou prα me αbusαr :9

Rαul Seixαs sobre Bill.

Lαmento, mαs é um cαso sem solução.

Psiquiαtrα sobre Bill.

 

Gente, eu tive que postar isso. Rolei de rir...

~ Jack

   Cansada das baboseiras do orkut e de ficar seguindo gente no Twitter (até porque não faz sentido algum, já que eu ainda não fiz um. Ih rimou.) resolvi escrever um pouco. Sobre o que escrever é que eu não sei.

 

   Ah vai lá: William Beckett. Eu nunca falo sobre o Billvy com ninguém (ninguém conhece ele mesmo... e se conhece não se interessa em saber) e como nenhuma alma lê o que eu escrevo aqui então acho que posso falar um pouco dele, né? Eu amei a tatto do cara, deve ter doído pra caramba, no pulso... o que dizer? Snakes & Suits!!! Dando uma de maria fofoqueira, o cabelo da Christine tá bom, hein? Que shampoo que a Sr. Beckett tá usando? Tá ok, ninguém merece ler isso.

   As pessoas costumam pensar que eu sou inteligente, então eu deveria ter um assunto inteligente para falar. Tipo, a crise mundial. Ai, não tô afim não... muito chato pro momento. Já sei: filmes.

   Estava eu hoje passeando pelas locadoras da cidade (mentira, fui só em duas) para ver se tinha algo de bom. Acabei saindo de lá com Crepúsculo e Carros, ou seja, não tinha nada de bom. Mas voltando ao ponto principal, eu perdi bastante tempo olhando prateleiras. Aquelas mesmas prateleiras que eu já vi cinco mil vezes. Nada de novo.

   Como sempre, eu fui olhar todos os filmes com o Johnny Depp e dessa vez achei até Por Que Choram os Homens, porém Edward Mãos de Tesoura que eu tava afim de ver não tinha. Nem O Estranho Mundo de Jack. Então deixei o Johnny e fui procurar Entrevista Com o Vampiro. Nada. Pois é, mais uma vez parei na estante com Serpentes a Bordo. "Extras com The Academy Is... ai como eu queria... Samuel L. Jackson.... tá bom, melhor deixar aí na prateleira.". Nice. Nenhum filme legal.

   Com Crepúsculo nas mãos, meio à contra gosto (sim, eu amo Twilight, mas esse filme foi uma mierda, admitam!) me dei conta de algo: Kristen Stewart - Jumper; Robert Pattinson - Harry Potter e a Ordem da Fênix. Ahn? Jumper? Eu não lembro da Kristen nesse filme... QUÊ? HARRY POTTER E A ORDEM DA FÊNIX? Ele não fez esse! Ele já tinha morrido!! Não era O Cálice de Fogo? E que olho torto de Photoshop é aquele, Rob? *Confused*

 

   É gente, esse foi mais um post nonsense. É isso aí, não tem conclusão. Aliás, por que eu tava escrevendo isso mesmo? Ah sim, tava esperando o blog do Bill carregar. Bom, carregou. ;D

 

~ Jaqueline Zeck

11 de abril de 2009.

   So I'll write in portuguese ok? ;)

   Até porque as minhas viagens de hoje só podem ser bem interpretadas se escritas em bom português. Então vamos usufruir da língua portuguesa! Porque bloggar é legal! XD

   Neste lindo sabadão carioca, com um calor de 38 graus, eu resolvi entrar na internet e fuçar um pouco sobre as garotas que estão badalando a nossa geração. Comecei mal, admito, vendo coisas sobre a Lady Gaga e acabei (se é que já acabei) vendo a Vicky-T do Cobra Starship.

   "Tá, uhum, e daí?" você deve estar pensando. Cara, e daí que eu tô com medo! Tipo algumas amigas minhas me fazem sentir como uma delas. Não entendeu? É, eu também não, então vou explicar.

   Eu sou fashionista (se você não sabe o que é fashionista se liga no Gabe Saporta. Ele é o fashionista. Mas eu não sou tão louca quanto ele... ainda.). Eu amo sair igual uma louca na rua e ver a cara das pessoas como se eu fosse uma aberração. Quando elas gritam comigo eu fico super mal, mas vou ter que me acostumar com isso se quiser seguir em frente.
   Eu sempre quis fazer faculdade de moda, mas desisti pela quantidade de pessoas fúteis que teria que lidar diariamente. Eu amo óculos escuros e bolsas gigantes, maquiagem colorida e desenhar roupas. Ah, e eu babo pelo estilo pin-up.

   O negócio todo é que nessa tarde vendo Katy Perry, Jac Vanek, Audrey Kitching, Hanna Beth, Mari Moon, Hayley Williams e todas essas eu fiquei meio receosa de um dia me tornar uma delas. Sabe Lilly, você tem uma grande participação nisso, afinal é você que diz que eu tenho um estilo fodástico. Ditar moda? Maneiro. Ser reconhecida pelo estilo? Íncrivel!
   Mas a maioria delas (nem todas, pelo amor de Deus) leva uma vida à La Paris Hilton. Festas, dinheiro, bebidas, roupas caras e alguns pensamentos de "Putz, eu sou uma diva." Eu não quero ser assim. Muito menos ser vista assim.

   Por outro lado eu adoraria ser tão incrível quanto a Jac Vanek. Ser uma pessoa assim, legal. Ou então como a Hayley, aquela fofinha de cabelos coloridos. Ou a Mari Moon, cara! Conseguir entrar na MTV! Santi!

   Será que pra ser assim eu preciso correr esse risco de cair na futilidade? Ser chamada de perua? E atrair olhares de "ela é louca... e metida" até de meus amigos mais próximos? ***Pensando...***

   Se eu tivesse o dinheiro da Lilly Allen eu compraria sim, mil roupas e sapatos. Mas tenho certeza que me voltaria bastante para o trabalho ambiental. Tipo, usar minha fama-girlpower para fazer campanhas para o Stop Global Warming e Peta, entre outros.

   Viagens da Jack Zeck... tenho um milhão delas. Acho que essa é a primeira que compartilho na internet. Estou até pensando em bloggar mais, só que não vou conseguir deixar o Friends Or Enemies para escrever em outro lugar. Aqui é meu lugar. Pena que se eu escrever em inglês meus amigos tem preguiça de ler e se eu escrever em português nenhum gringo entende! Shit!

   Só pra encerrar o assunto, eu adoro a Hayley do Paramore, mas tenho medo de estragar meu cabelo com tintura e nunca mais recuperá-lo. E eu amo a Jac Vanek, dessas Buzzmakers americanas ela é de longe, minha favorita.
   Então eu acho que eu sou meio Victoria Asher. Não pinto cabelo, sei quando usar um All Star ou um saltão e me amarro em roupinhas bufantes. Ah claro, um detalhezinho mínimo pelo qual ninguém me confunde com ela: a bonitinha conhece todo mundo da FBR, janta com os rapazes do TAI e sempre viaja ao lado do Gabe Saporta e dos gatões do Cobra. Coisa pouca. Nada de mais.

   Ai, ai não foi dessa vez que alguém veio me buscar achando que eu era ela. Chato, né? Tudo bem, fica pra próxima.

~ Jaqueline Zeck,
28 de fevereiro de 2009.

  An unexpected travel to Washington. Nothing so incredible, it always happens. But stay alone is not a wishful thing, especially at this moment.

  Alone? Who said alone? She didn’t know, but he would appear there that night. All he wanted was to see her again… he wouldn’t touch her, no. He wanted, though on his mind he couldn’t. She was too fragile, he didn’t mean to hurt her.

  A simple kiss, she was dreaming with his sweet lips. Why not? A warm night, he loved her more than his own life. This is not the first and won’t be the last time.

  She and him, he and her. They were always together… how a couple years could end with everything? Why sometimes time is so cruel? God. Oh, such a complicated relationship!

  He came to the door. “Who’s there?” she asked, surprised. He could say that was the man of her life. But he didn’t answer.

 

 

 

~ Jaqueline Zeck

 I was thinking about how friendship is important for our life, then I decided to post a journal dedicated to every friend who helps me and makes me feel better.

 Nena,
You'll be always on my heart, I'll never forget everything we passed together. Thanks for being by my side on the worst moment o f my life. Love you.

 Lilly,
The craziest person I've ever known, thanks for your support and to listen all my weird dreams. Our Fast Times will be always on my mind, and no one has to know what Santi means, okay? TAI fans know what it means, that's what matters. Well, Carlão is something my bro won't let us forget. I hope William does. Thanks Thiago, but Bill didn't need to know that. LOL!

 Gels,
I have no words to express how important you are to me, I would write a journal especially for you. You're amazing, sweetheart. Everything frienship means, you are. I love you, I trust you, I wanna meet you as soon as we can. I don't get sick to talk to you and every week I sign in here, I run to the notes space, just to see if you wrote something new. Your way to write inspires me and I'm pretty sure you'll have an awesome professional future. I wish you all the best, thanks for has appeared on my life. Love you from the bottom of my soul!!!

 Jamie,
The number one FOB fan, the first american girl I've ever talked to, a friend which I love to spend time talking on the messenger. I love you girl!

 Barbara Busch,
Thanks for every single thing you've did to me and my friends. But please honey, stop to sing System Of A Down...

 Lannes, the amused one,
Hope you stop to fall and break things, I'll pray for you. =P Hahah, really you're so weird girl... but I love you, though. Too much afternoons dancing Rise Up, uh? We should make a video about it some time... or maybe one with the Guilty Pleasure's dance.
 
Babi, my supermodel,
You and me watching Romeo and Juliet hahah, God, I'll remember this forever. And I bet Bella will end with Edward, not with Jacob. Did you understand? NO Taylor Lautner! LMAO!

 Kadu,
For all the Guitar hero battles, all the hours spent playing war, all the chocolate cake and all the invites to sleep here that you  always deny, thank you boy. You're such an especial guy.

 Carol,
You retard! Everything I got to say is that it's your fault girl, it's all your fault.

 Thaynna,
You know, when it's not Carol's fault, its yours. Don't worry, you still being the second on the guilty list.

 Rodrigo,
If you try to kill me with Kadu's bike again, I'll stop to talk to you. Or I'll try, at least.

 Julia,
You're so lovely with me, I love you dear.

 Amanda,
I'll miss you so... hope to see you playing your wonderful soccer soon.

 Luiza,
Beach, summer, Ipanema, ice cream... it all belongs to you, cutie. Thanks, my 'lil squirrel.

 There are a lot of persons I would quote here. Sorry if I forgot someone, it was not my intention, I tried my best to remember of everybody. A big hug to my sister Ale, and a kiss to my brother Thi.
 Thiago, you are my best friend ever. Thanks for play Burnout Revenge, if it wasn't you I would not know TAI today. I'll be there for you, dude. We are the same blood, uh?

 I LOVE YOU GUYS. SANTI!!!

x Jaqueline Zeck x

Sometimes, people ask me why I love The Academy Is…. I have a lot to say about it, but I’ll quote just the motives that really matters. Well, let’s begin…

The first time I listened TAI was at 2005. At that year the tide has turned. Some bad things happened with me. My dad died, my family moved around, I lost a lot of friends… basically, my life changed for the worse.

One day, my brother Thiago and I, were playing Burnout Revenge in the videogame, when Almost Here started. I fell in love for the music and when I noticed, I was buying all the TAI songs, and visiting their website every day.
I was turning a depressive person and ever since, I didn’t cry anymore.
In sum, The Academy Is… was my support. My love by music got stronger and stronger and William lyrics made my life sweeter and happier.

These five guys came into my life like the wind. I can’t see or touch the boys, not even meet them, but I can feel them in every single song. All the lyrics mean something for me. There isn’t a The Academy Is… music that I can say that I don’t like. ALL of them make me remember some moment in my life, and that’s why I love when Bill sings or when Mike smiles. I can’t explain how it works; there are amazing and incredible feelings! Can you understand me?

Then, all I can say for William, Andy, Michael, Adam, Mike and everybody involved with TAI is THANK YOU and Santi!

I love you guys,
Jaqueline Zeck

Hi guys, last week one of mine friends asked me who I would like to be if I was famous.
I don't know about the exact answer, but I decided to make a top five with the girls I would like and wouldn't like to be in the present time. You can send me your top five too, I will be glad. ^^

Girls I would like to be:
1. Haley Williams
2. Gisele Bündchen
3. Madonna
4. Maja Ivarsson
5. Victoria Asher

Girls I wouldn't like to be:
1. Paris Hilton
2. Britney Spears
3. Juliana Paes
4. Amy Winehouse
5. Vanessa Anne Hudgens

So this is it... ;D

~ Jaqueline Zeck

I made that quiz at  http://www.quizfarm.com/quiz_repository/tai/166195/
I totally agree with mine!
My result was:

You scored as Mike Carden

I love you, man. You started the band, but are shoved into the background a little. You don't say much, but you're still fun to be around. On top of that, you've also got mad guitar skills.

Mike Carden
75%

Michael Guy Chislett
75%

Adam "Sisky Business" Siska
50%

William Beckett
50%

Andy "The Butcher" Mrotek
25%


Santi!!! :)

Longe Aqui
Jay Vaquer

Os pais de sua namorada exigiram o fim daquela relação
que já durava cinco meses de muito carinho e reprovação

Sempre que se chateava cortava os braços com gilete pra chamar à atenção
Tinha carência afetiva, achava que seus pais gostavam mais do irmão. . .

Um dia olhou pela janela, imaginou como seria o seu vôo até o chão
Mas quando pensou na sujeira que ela causaria, desistiu, foi ver televisão

Tinha que engravidar, criar, envelhecer, morrer como todos esperavam

Tinha que renunciar, agradar, obedecer, vencer como todos desejavam

Até que ela partiu
Ela partiu pra bem longe
Pra distante o bastante pra suportar

Ela partiu
Ela partiu pra bem longe
Tão distante parada no mesmo lugar
(onde nunca deixou de estar)

Ela partiu ....

Ela partiu ao meio

Ensaiou o que diria se um dia fosse "artista
homenageada no Faustão"
Enxugaria as lágrimas, abraçaria amigos
e a mãe teria o seu perdão

Voltando a realidade,
ela encontrava um quadro que não tinha muita solução

Se achava velha, muito nova, gorda ou muito feia
Sempre inadeqüada pra situação...


Tinha que engravidar, criar, envelhecer, morrer como todos esperavam

Tinha que renunciar, agradar, obedecer, vencer como todos desejavam

Até que ela partiu
Ela partiu pra bem longe
Pra distante o bastante pra suportar

Ela partiu
Ela partiu pra bem longe
Tão distante parada no mesmo lugar
(onde nunca deixou de estar)

Ela partiu ....

Ela partiu ao meio

Mom manège à moi
Etienne Daho

Tu me fais tourner la tête
Mon manège à moi, c'est toi
Je suis toujours à la fête
Quand tu me tiens dans tes bras
Je ferais le tour du monde
Que ça ne tournerait pas plus que ça
La terre n'est pas assez ronde
Pour m'étourdir autant que toi...
Ah! Ce qu'on est bien tous les deux
Quand on est ensemble nous deux
Quelle vie on a tous les deux
Quand on s'aime comme nous deux
On pourrait changer de planète
Tant que j'ai mon cœur près du tien
J'entends les flons-flons de la fête
Et la terre n'y est pour rien
Ah oui! Parlons-en de la terre
Pour qui elle se prend la terre?
Ma parole, y a qu'elle sur terre!!
Y a qu'elle pour faire tant de mystères!
Mais pour nous y a pas d'problèmes
Car c'est pour la vie qu'on s'aime
Et si y avait pas de vie, même,
Nous on s'aimerait quand même
Car...
Tu me fais tourner la tête
Mon manège à moi, c'est toi
Je suis toujours à la fête
Quand tu me tiens dans tes bras
Je ferais le tour du monde
Ça ne tournerait pas plus que ça
La terre n'est pas assez ronde...
Mon manège à moi, c'est toi!