Lady Gaga..No Omegle

Omegle conversation log

2010-04-02

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You: hey

Stranger: hello

You: I am your father Luke´

You: :P

You: Is from what film'

Stranger: a porno

You: xD

You: THATS RIGHT

You: YOU WIN

You: OUR BRAND NEW FERRARI

Stranger: haha

You: hurray

You: ! :D

You: ´

Stranger: whats up

You: nothing much

You: u?

You: asl?

Stranger: 22 female usa

You: I am 17 male Portugal.

You: I thought that

Stranger: thats cool

You: you werre going to disconnect me

You: xD

You: were*

Stranger: do you know who lady gaga is

You: YEAH

You: I adore her

Stranger: you wont believe this

You: what :P

Stranger: my name is stefani

You: xD

Stranger: aka gaga

You: NO. Really?

You: You are kidding

Stranger: i knew you werent gonna believe me

Stranger: im so bored sometimes i come on here

You: oh...

You: Okay.

You: I believe you.

Stranger: like ask me anything and ill prove to you im lady gaga

You: I really love your music.

Stranger: thanxx little monster

You: well...you could type my username on twitter. :P

You: but thats really too much

You: to ask.

You: I have a friend of mine

You: and he always cries when he watches something new of you

Stranger: wanna here bullshit

You: sure

Stranger: my twitter is ran by the record company

Stranger: like i would so do it

Stranger: but i dont even know the password

You: Oh.

You: I guess

You: its normal.

You: Many of the celebs

You: arent really there.

Stranger: i know

You: May I ask you a question?

Stranger: sure

Stranger: can i ask you one

You: sure

You: Is Beyonce cool? :P

Stranger: is telephone my song popular in Portugal

You: oh well...Poker Face and Just Dance were.

You: Telephone wasnt premiered yet.

Stranger: to be honest beyonce is ok.. but its good to work with her

Stranger: naa ahhh

Stranger: is february i realeased it to europe

You: Yeah.

You: But I think

You: it hasnt aired on Mtv.

Stranger: argg

Stranger: i thought it was

You: we, the gaga-addicts have already seen ir

You: of course

You: it*

Stranger: telephone is popular on the hot 100 in europe

Stranger: ahhh fuck

Stranger: parden my language dear

You: no problem.

You: But hey

You: you are a REALLY GOOD artist

You: Dont care about Portugal.

You: :P

Stranger: thanxx little monster

Stranger: *kiss*

Stranger: youve heard bad romance right

You: sure

You: a million times.

You: I have it on my phone.

You: Telephone is my ringtone

You: ^^

Stranger: haha ohh

Stranger: cool

Stranger: you can go on vevo in watch it dearf

Stranger: *dear

You: Yeah.

You: I have seen it.

You: its really great.

You: Totally magical.

You: Love the cans :P

Stranger: thaxx

Stranger: haha that was a wig

Stranger: HAHA

Stranger: but tell me about yourself

You: oh.

You: My name is *****, and I am 17 years old. I love pop music, and I love your entire record.

You: I really really do.

Stranger: thats a cool name ******

You: thanks.

You: ^^

Stranger: are you straight or gay

Stranger: be honest im bi

You: I am open minded.

You: :P

Stranger: good

You: You are doing

You: a great jib

You: job*

You: defending

You: gay's rights.

You: I love you for that 2.

Stranger: im always there for that

Stranger: right now im in a hotel

Stranger: im flippin tired

You: I believe

You: you

You: You really

You: need a break

You: really really really.

Stranger: nahh i love my job

Stranger: i cant let my little monsters down

You: Oh but if you die

You: then theres no turning back

You: I much rather to have alive

You: in the streets

You: to have you*

You: then death in the stage

You: Sorry for my crappy english.

You: You make me nervous. :P

Stranger: pshhh please

Stranger: im not dying little baby

Stranger: but i would tell you something that i dont know if i can trust you:d

You: Tell away

You: no one is going to believe

You: I talked to you.

You: that*

Stranger: true true you probs dont believe me but its ok

You: Nah...I believe you.

You: What can I loose ?

You: Nothing.

You: So i believe you.

You: I really really do.

Stranger: im impressed

Stranger: but im going to shoot the alejandro video soon so you can see it

You: good luck with that!

You: I know its going to be huge.

You: :D

Stranger: but....

Stranger: whats in it is going to be surprise

You: oh god.

You: tell me, tell me :P

Stranger: nope

Stranger: HAHA

You: oh

You: okay

You: its going to be a good surprise then.

Stranger: i dont knoww

Stranger: youll just have to wait and see little monster

You: I bet it will be.

Stranger: :p

Stranger: im pretty glad im talking to you

You: oh,...

You: you are so truly nice.

You: One day I ll meet you! :D

Stranger: weeel this is different

Stranger: i always wanted to try this website out

You: yeah its okay.

Stranger: and i will be coming to portugal

You: really?

You: In rock in rio?

Stranger: rio i think

You: Nice.

You: Do you know when?

Stranger: rio and libson

You: Yeah. Rio is in Lisbon.

Stranger: ohh HAHA

Stranger: i dont know where im preforming yet dear

You: oh

You: Some people will die!

You: believe me.

You: you coming here its like... something totally huge.

Stranger: well i rio sounded like a place

Stranger: i dont know every where im preforming but i preformed in libson months ago

You: Lisbon?

You: really?

Stranger: yeah and oporto i believe its called

You: but was it private?

You: I had never heard of it.

Stranger: it was a club

Stranger: wasnt private per say

You: :S

You: was it good ?

Stranger: are you trying to say im bad

Stranger: lol

You: xD

You: no

You: lol

You: I would never say such thing

Stranger: im kidding

Stranger: dear

You: not even with a death sentece!

You: oh

You: :P

Stranger: no i know what you mean well it wasnt a big stage i didnt do any stunts or anything

You: oh. But I bet its was the best concert of thouse people lives

Stranger: haha thanxx

You: :D

You: Oh! Can you tell where Alejandro came from?

You: I mean, what were you thinking when you wrote it.

Stranger: well i wrote it for a song.. not real meaning

You: oh. It wasnt like Speachless then.

Stranger: well alejandro like about past relationships wiff men

You: yeah. its really nice.

You: when I hear your songs I get like "the bitch power in me"

Stranger: thanxx

Stranger: hah

You: and your earphones are so beautiful.

Stranger: thanxx now those i made with purpose

You: tell me :D

Stranger: i would always drawl pictures of me singing and dancing with triangular stereos

Stranger: so when i got then triagular stereos in my condo i said well wait what about making ear phones that are triagullar

You: great idea.

You: they are really stylish.

Stranger: thank you i thought they would look cool with people

You: Yeah. They do. They are so original.

You: really great! ^^

Stranger: remember little monster

Stranger: original is always the best

You: yeah. But its hard to have your talent for things.

You: you were born to be an artist.

You: you are what we call a "Bicho de Palco"

You: an expression we use to talk about people who like get alive on stage.

Stranger: little monster we are all born artist.. we paint are lives in differently. but dont copy someones painting idea

You: I try.

You: I am trying to be a writer.

Stranger: beautiful... writing are words of life

Stranger: i love to write to

You: yeah. Its so amazing the fact that you write your on songs.

You: not like Britney or others. You really work them

You: thats just makes your music so much better and deep.

Stranger: i wouldnt want to sing and express someone elses word

Stranger: s

Stranger: and britney spears was not destine to write maybe

You: yeah I know.

You: At least she has that foundation to help people

Stranger: like i said we are all monsters

You: :D´

Stranger: good and bad

You: Yeah

You: i guess you are right.

You: Oh, and I have to ask you this.

Stranger: i have to go

You: oh...

You: no problem.

Stranger: be strong little monster

You: :D

You: You too.

You: You rock !

Stranger: persue writing

Stranger: be your own artist

Stranger: and look out for alejandro

Stranger: <3

You: thanks! I will!

You: Love you !

You: ^^

Your conversational partner has disconnected

Um dia..

Um dia...quando o meu coração estiver livre, aberto e cheio de esperança, vou escrever coisas bonitas neste blog. Vou divagar sobre pensamentos, fotografias inacreditaveis,...

Vai ser mesmo artístico e bonito e cheio de seguidores atentos na internet...
Vai ser daqueles blogues populares que toda a gente vai.

Mas entretanto, vai ser só aquilo que sempre foi, um portefólio de fru-frus.

Um retrato retalhado de uma vida rasgada das páginas de um livro que se fica por pensamentos confusos na mente,
Um mundo paralelo de vida que me faz bem,
um caixinha de gritos,
um lugar de paixões não esquecidas,
de medos colados à pele,
de momentos vitoriosos,
de derrotas triunfais,
de patética exposição de alma,
diário de mais um filho do consumismo moderno,
de mais um que quer ser escritor,
de um sem-abrigo emocional.

Não sou POP, nem Old-School.
Just Ephram.

Aquelas coisas que vou escrevendo offline

Querido Diário,

Ultimamente tenho sido confrontado com montes de coisas sobre a minha existência, coisas que tenho reprimido ao longo do tempo, memórias penosas, medos e angústias que me foram surgindo e que eu fui sempre tentando controlar.

Não sei. É como se o jogo tivesse subido de valor. Ou aposto ou perco e isso está a deixar-me ansioso.

Em primeiro lugar, tenho pensado muito neste espaço que tem sido, ao longo dos anos, uma fonte de terapia sempre disponível e fundamental. No entanto, fizeram-me ver há uns dias que eu não era muito explícito sobre a minha vida aqui. Fiquei surpreso.

Desde que escrevo no blogue, são raras as vezes em que de facto fiz considerações profundas sobre mim. Algo mais do que banalidades do dia-a-dia que embora me definam, não expressam por inteiro quem eu sou.

Talvez todo este “Diário de Ephram” não seja mais que um aglomerado de Fru-Frus existenciais que fui vivendo ao longo do tempo e isso até me entristece.

Gostava que o mundo soubesse que sou mais do que um betinho com problemas de ansiedade, mais do que mais um adolescente eternamente desesperado. Sou mesmo uma pessoa. Uma pessoa que vive mais do que o que escreve.

Até porque seria impossível e impraticável fazer sempre análises sobre mim. (Pelo menos no blogue, na minha cabeça acontecem quase todos os dias.)

A isto veio se juntar uns blogues que estive a visitar. Diários online de outras pessoas que me pareceram verdadeiramente espectaculares de inicio. Parecia um mundo novo, onde de facto as pessoas escrevem tudo sobre elas e expõem isso online sem medo de consequências.

Cheguei á conclusão no entanto que estão carregados de fru-frus, mas mascarados entre o glamour e a excitação da coisa em si. Não são mais do que o meu, tocam em assuntos provocadores que a maior parte de nós precisa de ler porque não tem.

Apesar de disso, isto tudo borbulhou em mim algumas horas. Afinal quem sou eu? Afinal o que é a minha vida sem as coisas banais e fúteis?

Sou um adolescente de 17 anos que mora no Algarve. Tenho amigos no mundo físico e no mundo virtual que sempre conviveram bem (ou pelo que eu sempre tentei equilibrar). Quero ser um verdadeiro escritor com nome em Portugal e no Mundo. E o resto? O resto não sei definir. Sei que estes são factos, tudo o resto é dúvida ou certeza (sempre aliada ao medo das consequências)…

Não consigo passar por palavras quem sou. Sou demasiado complexo, demasiado pluridimensional para tal.

Não sei, Não sei.

E até começar a saber ou começar a ter menos medo, acho que vou basear me nos fru-frus xD.

Sei que isto está tudo confuso, mas é mesmo um reflexo de mim mesmo. Sempre confuso, sempre louco, sempre desorganizado.

p.s.- fru-frus é uma palavra "inventada" pela minha professora de Português.Basicamente pode definir-se como um sinónimo para futilidades, para os nadas que enchem a nossa vida.

F*** This!

ODEIO
QUANDO
AS
MINHAS
PALAVRAS
SE PERDEM
NO MUNDO
ONLINE.


São emoções, sensações, momentos que se perdem para sempre. é um bocadinho de mim que morre, sem direito a funeral.

Não gosto disso.