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.

   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.

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...

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

   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.

  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