Mr.Bu, the Dog, at the beach...

- Bu, what are you doing?

- Nothing, I`m just here, waiting, with my stick. Since you don`t want to play with me no more.

- (Shhhht, shut up, someone`s coming) Hello nice couple! My name is Bu and they came with me to the beach but no longer wanna play. Can you play with me please? You don`t know how? No problem, I`ll teach. It`s easy, you see? Just have to throw it away and I catch it!

- Oh... No! Wait, that`s not the way! (I`m not feeling ok, I see all white, have I arrived to heaven? I died? You killed me? You bastards!)

- Humm... ok... no, no, don`t worry about me, I`ll be alright. Just me and my stick. Don`t need no one else.

Disney at Facebook

Peter Pan joined Facebook. 11:34 am

He was sick and tired of being alone at Never Ever`s Land, only with a group of annoying children and Captain Hook. So, decided to connect to the community. Hoping to meet adult, mature people, who have other aims in life, beside making fun of others.

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Peter Pan and Captain Hook are now friends. 11:54 am

It is quite amazing. After an entire life being enemies and trying to kill each other, they needed only 20min. on Facebook to become friends. Thank you Facebook. You`ll soon bring peace to the world.

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Winnie the Pooh took the quizz Wich Disney character are you? 1:03 pm

He`s in the middle of an identity crisis. Still doesn`t want to believe that he`s doomed to be a sweet teddy bear to the rest of his life.

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Captain Hook changed his profile picture. 1:20 pm

Aesthetic matters. With the hook, probably, no model agency would call him. Don`t give up Captain. Keep on trying.

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Wendy made a comment on Captain Hook`s photo. 1:22 pm

"Please captain, don`t hide your hook. It made you who you are today. It`s part of you and it justifies your name."

She fucked his attempt of changing his image.

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Captain Hook is trying not to commit suicide. 1:25 pm

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Pluto joined the group I`d rather die than keep on being a mouse`s pet. 2:05 pm

He woke up with this decision. And he is not turning back. So, in order to make it even stronger, ran to create the group on Facebook. No one else joined. He`s even more depressed. Discovered he`s the only one.

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Mickey Mouse forced Pluto to leave the I`d rather die than keep on being a mouse`s pet`s group. 2:06 pm

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Daisy is now single. 2:46 pm

She had enough of getting wet each time Donald started to speak. Not to mention kisses.

LandLord

Here at the nun`s house, my landlord is The Lord himself, of course. It is wonderful, can you imagine?! The holly spirit all around you all the time, taking care of you. And making sure that you are on your way to the light!

This is a daily nightmare. It is quite problematic. Because He sees, knows and can everything.

It`s not because of me. No, I always behave quite well. I`m worrying for the rest of the nuns. They can`t go to the evening prayers without one or two cubatas. I tried to talk to Him and let Him know that if those little blue ladies do that... It`s for Him and for nobody else. Someone told them that drinking has an approaching effect to God and that way it increases the prayers result. It wasn`t me. Well, it`s time to tell you my other problem at the house.

The guinea-pigs in the house are causing me the worse stressful period of my life. Because, in my case, my fear is not only to be banished from the house, but to go to Hell. It seems like those little inhabitants have caused quite an impression to the nuns, that, now, listen to them very often. They gained a powerful position inside the house and I don`t know what else to do in order to save me and the nuns from the eternal doom.

Once again, I tried to intervene, talking to our All Mighty. I explained that those guinea pigs are a bad influence inside the house. And that He should do something to prevent their proliferation. What He told me? To stop complaining and exposing others. To leave those inocent animals at the bathtub and keep on living myself in peace. And without cubatas.

Cata at the Skylab`s

Hello again. If you no longer remember, my name is Catarina. But you can call me Cat`rina, Catalina or Caterina if you feel like. I`m from Lisboa, Portugal. No, Portugal is not a Spain province. It is an independent country. Portuguese women already have colored clothes. For example, to get a red skirt, we use the rabbit blood and for the yellow ones we use baby piss. So, there`s no need to keep on using only black. And in deed, we do know how to depilate our mustache. With really sharp kitchen knives. I used to study architecture in Lisbon, my favorite city to live, had a normal life, nice weather, beach. But I had to change it, of course. What`s architecture? It`s like an hobby, where you can draw and make little doll`s houses all the time. So, I came to the village. I`ve been here for almost six months. That has been possible thanks to the nun`s house of the village. They took me in and accepted me like an equal. They say to everybody that the house is really old and poor. But we do have a jacuzzi in the living-room, next to the billiards table. And our vestments are from Prada. You want to know more about me? Well. My period is regular thanks to the birth control pills. And no, it didn`t increase my breast size. Maybe it`s because I forget to take it sometimes. Cigarette? I don`t smoke, but if you have maria I may think about it. I`m abble to speak several unknown languages when I`m drunk. You can invite me to a Cubata, yes, of course. No, I won`t go with you to the car, Oh, ok, so I pay it, don`t worry (you bastard). You have to go and buy bread now? But it`s 2am. Ok, bye. Jerk.

My dream

Hearing perfectly a totally new music inside my head.
It was completly new-born in there.
A man and a women singing.
Language: portuguese of Brazil.
A duet.
Soft and calm voices.
Beautiful melody and harmony.
Image: the screen of Singstar - bars at a musical guideline, going up and down, fulfilling while they were singing.
Woke up, still remembering parts of the music.
Right now?
Totally lost in space-time.
Hope there`s an archive of dreams somewhere in the Universe.
Maybe in some black-hole.
Otherwise I`ll never, ever, hear the music of my head one more time. Never again.

Catalogia

Wanted to give a name to my science... Catarina... Cata + logia seemed fine.

Found the meaning in some dictionaries:

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Catalogia - Constant repetition of meaningless words and phrases; seen in schizophrenia. Hypertalkativity, volubility, incoherent unending streams of speech, verbigeration, talkativeness.

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Perfect! My name was made for this. I understand it now. The whole meaning of my life, since the beginning. Names are not in your register by chance. You`re giving a mission when you`re born. And it comes with your name.

You`re the blessed ones, because you`re abble to read my enlightened and wize words. That`s the point of me writing the blog. To repeate constantly meaningless words and phrases, incoherent unending streams of speech.

Now I`m a happyer person. I found peace inside of me. When I walk on the street, people have to put sunglasses, because my aura shines so bright. I no longer walk, I slide. When I go to the beach to bathe, I can`t, because the sea opens in front of me. At the lagoons I am not abble to dive, because I walk over the water. And the fishes gather all around me to hear me speak.

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P.S.: Also found this website... Hebrew? I dunno! http://www.catalogia.co.il/

A Photo

The Sky...

... What the Hell??

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