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ACIMA DO TROPICOCADE??? May 20 Saturday MorningNow, on to the matter of the day. Some Saturday morning philosophy. I recently came upon an old Samurai saying I think we should all take to heart.
"Expect nothing. Be prepared for anything." My advice is to read these words slowly and aloud a few times. Let them sink into your soul. If we truly expect nothing, we won't be disappointed at the end of the day (or any other time for that matter). If we are prepared for anything, we will be able to deal with those very disappointments (however unfortunate); but, more importantly, we'll be prepared for any goodness that comes our way too.
In essence, we become better equipped people. We free our minds and souls of anything possibly plaguing us. We can release from any inhibitions. We can put any paranoia or idiosyncrasies aside. Guilt can be cut down because we are not expecting anything -- therefore there is nothing to feel guilty about in the end. The list goes on and on.
But,these two concepts are linked inextricably together. Reverse the sentence. To be prepared for anything is to expect nothing. Just think about it. Slow down your day and apply it to a bind or dilemma you currently find yourself in.
That should be some good food for thought on a Saturday morning.
 May 18 A culpa eh da bebida!Eu nao sei de nada. Nao fiz nada. Nao lembro de nada. Eh comum ouvir frases como essas quando alguem, num dia de ressaca braba, eh interpelado sobre as bobagens cometidas na festa ou na balada da noite anterior. A culpa, claro, eh do alcool -esse liquido que ingerido em determinadas quantidades, ganha propriedades embelezadoras, encorajadoras e amnesicas. Aos olhos de quem bebe alem da conta, a ponto de embaralhar as palavras e os neuronios, urubu vira meu louro, e qualquer baranga vira miss. O efeito amnesico da beberagem em excesso so aparece no dia seguinte. Afinal, eh mais facil esquecer o vexame do que explica-lo aos amigos ou vitimas depois.
Na passagem do ano, um amigo colocou na bebida a culpa pelo embelezamento repentino de uma guria com quem passou a noite. Menos mal que nos dias que se seguiram ele ainda se lembrava, semi-arrependido, da escorregada. Mas jurou, para si e para os amigos, que nao iria mais fazer aquilo.
No carnaval, sim eu tambem tive um pequeno carnaval aqui, um outro amigo culpou o alcool das muitas caipirinhas e cervejas ingeridas ao engatar um romance com uma amiga de longa data. Agora, nao sabe como sair da enrascada em que se meteu. Nao sente tesao (mamae, nao leia essa palavra :D) pela moca, pois, sobrio, a ve como irma. Quem sabe se tomar outras doses consegue descobrir as propriedades encorajadoras da bebida e por um fim na historia.
Agora, a melhor parte em termos de relatos foi o da minha amiga. Essa merece um grande trofeu!
Uma amiga muito proxima tomou um porre homerico numa festa quando viu que o camarada de quem ela era afim estava la. Tomou um, dois, tres, quatro sex on the beach que, somados as duas garrafas de vinho da nossa concentracao "warm-up", produziram um efeito magico. De copo na mao, encheu-se de coragem, disse ao amado o que sentia por ele e foi-se embora, numa saida de efeito, ( e bota efeito hein amiga!)
O problema eh que ela nao percebeu que o cara estava tao de porre quanto ela. No dia seguinte, enquanto ela, ansiosamente, esperava o telefone tocar ( e me enviava e-mails desisperadamente), ele, providencialmente, não se lembrava nem de como tinha chegado em casa.
E eh por tudo isso que irei parar de beber...
Nao exatamente a nenhuma data proxima, mas irei, e eh por isso q sigo confiante! hehehe
PS: Nada dos casos acima se relaciona a mim... afinal eu sou uma santa! ..rs.. May 17 Late nightSometimes late at night when I can't sleep I look out my window and watch the odd car go by.
I wonder why they're out driving around in a neighborhood at 3:49 AM. ( They might wonder why is a light at 3rd floor on... or not!)
I wonder if they're going home, or coming from it.
Maybe they ended work late.
Maybe they went out to the bar on a Monday night just for the hell of it.
Maybe they are running away finally, after not having the guts to find the life they wanted.
Maybe they're driving off on the last drive they will ever have.
And I just keep wondering, with no aswers, i keep listening all the noises that the night
offers to you, cars running night long...
Then I try to sleep. And dream of hot air balloon rides. May 16 Sad, sad, sad...Yes, I did lose all my works!
No, I'm not going explain it again...
Yes. I'll go on from where I remember...
What do I learn?
BACKUP... machines are just machines and doesn't even matter if they're MCs or PCs!!!
As everybody knows I'm a freak shoe lover, and today i walked barefoot in a mall for the first time. all rather amusing and just a wee bit pathetic, but that's what you get when you wear well-worn sandals to work because you're too lazy to look for the yellow wooden sandals (or the yellow-and-pink mermaid ballet flats, or the summery print tan heels, or the pink rubber flip-flop wedges) that go perfectly well with the "Separada" shirt.
of course, shopping barefoot is no excuse for picking the wrong pair (i'm sure lee -- who ended up going on an impromptu shopping trip before settling down to lunch -- was rather amused by it all), and i hit two stores and tried on seven or eight pairs before picking this one. i've always said that i have shoes that only women and gay men can love, but this one might actually be an exception!!!! Why am i writing this? 'cause i can't think at anything good... just the works!
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