É assim...

Neste blog, por agora, é-se extremamente romântico!

Nem quero saber o que isso diz da B. fria, horrorosa e sem sentimentos. Essa agora foi tomar banho e ficou esta...que hoje escolheu entre o "P.S. I love You" e o "The Notebook" - how sad is that?

E não, não havia outro filme que eu quisesse ver menos dramático e mais cómico...afinal para que é que eu comprei 2 tabletes de chocolate?! Na verdade nem lhes toquei, mas pronto...comprei-as para o efeito.
Toda gente tem pequenos momentos de fraqueza. Eu, felizmente (ou não), posso por os meus aqui. Aproveitem...amanhã já acabou!

Arranjei esta nova maneira de me exprimir e agora não quero outra coisa. Pelo menos deixei de o fazer em publico. Há semanas que isto não acontecia... E nem sei porquê hoje... Ou então sei e guardo para mim porque não consigo mais falar. Não consigo mais importar-me em vão.

I just wish this to end...I really do!

E as "quotes", rápido antes que eu diga coisas que não quero dizer:

"I bet you've had a hard time walking into a room full of people on your own, right? Yeah. I know that. I know what it is not to feel like your in the room until he looks at you or touches your hand or even makes a joke at your expense, just to let everyone know... you're with him. You're his."

"So now, all alone or not, you gotta walk ahead. Thing to remember is if we're all alone, then we're all together in that too."

"Gerry Kennedy: [holding Holly by the shoulders] What do you want? I know what I want, cause I'm holding it in my hands."

"Holly Kennedy: Mom?

Patricia: What's the matter?

Holly Kennedy: [crying] When daddy left, I was fourteen, and I said... That's it, never again, no man. And then I meet Gerry. This wonderful man happens to me and then, and then he died! What was the point?

Patricia: I know

Holly Kennedy: I'm so angry I could kill somebody. I'm alone, and it doesn't matter what job I have or what I do or what I don't do or what friends I have, he's not here. I mean you're alone no matter what.

Patricia: That's right

Holly Kennedy: [still crying] God. I didn't come here for you to give me some bullshit honest answer. Why can't you lie to me just once?

Patricia: I'm sorry sweetheart.

Holly Kennedy: [sobbing] I can't breathe. I can't breathe."

"Holly Kennedy: I don't want to make any mistakes.

Gerry Kennedy: Then you're in the wrong species, love. Be a duck."

"Holly Kennedy: Oh, never mind. I'm just screwed up. I'm trouble... yeah.

William: I like trouble.

Holly Kennedy: Oh no, I don't mean "cool Pulp Fiction" trouble. I mean "mental case wacko" trouble."

"Gerry Kennedy: [after their kiss in Ireland] Where are you going?

Holly Kennedy: Stay.

Gerry Kennedy: You have my jacket.

Holly Kennedy: I'm keeping it unless we meet again, otherwise that will be the most perfect kiss ever shared by two strangers

Gerry Kennedy: I bet we will meet again.

Holly Kennedy: You better win that bet, because if we do, that'll be the end of it.

Gerry Kennedy: The end of what?

Holly Kennedy: Life as we know it.

Gerry Kennedy: I'm singing at this...

Holly Kennedy: Shh, if I happen to walk into the right one in the right town.

Gerry Kennedy: What's your name?

Holly Kennedy: No."

"Dear Holly, I don't have much time. I don't mean literally, I mean you're out buying ice cream and you'll be home soon. But I have a feeling this is the last letter, because there is only one thing left to tell you. It isn't to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp, you can take care of yourself without any help from me. It's to tell you how much you move me, how you changed me. You made me a man, by loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful... literally. If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you're sad, or unsure, or you lose complete faith, that you'll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I'm a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. You made my life, Holly. But I'm just one chapter in yours. There'll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one. Don't be afraid to fall in love again. Watch out for that signal, when life as you know it ends. P.S. I will always love you."

"Dear Gerry, you said you wanted me to fall in love again, and maybe one day I will. But there are all kinds of love out there. This is my one and only life, And its a great and terrible and short and endless thing, and none of us come out of it alive. I don't have a plan... except, it's time my mom laughed again. She has never seen the world... she has never seen Ireland. So, I'm taking her back where we started... Maybe now she'll understand. I don't know how you did it, but you brought me back from the dead. I'll write to you again soon. P.S... Guess what?"