To a dear friend in need of a loving word...

White envy.

Have I told you I love you?
Have I told you our friendship is important to me?
Have I told you I envy – white envy - you?

Well then…

You are beautiful, strong, intelligent, polite, sophisticated, and you have a sense of moral that would make Gandhi envy you as well. You dedicate your heart and soul to everything you do, to everyone you meet.

You don’t give advice but your silence tells way more than words would ever do. You go out of your way to help people… always with actions, beautiful actions.

When you are happy, it is obvious… and so when you are sad. I love you for it. You are easy… It is a pleasure to try and cheer you up.

You welcome people with your heart wide open and even though you sneak out to bed in the middle of the night, no one goes in hopes of enjoying a little more of all the beautiful things you have to offer. You offer kindness, love, loyalty and friendship to all those who want it and all this you offer unconditionally.

You are a friend, sister, dear to my heart. You are a very important person in the lives of your servants. And this servant will be faithful to the end. You are a queen among woman. And even if life takes us apart, even if the schedules don’t come together, even if the friends are not the same anymore, and even if one day you decide you don’t want my love anymore…

I will love you always Ia!

And the Crapo goes toooo…

I have decided to create the Crapo Awards.

From time to time I, in my wholesome experience, will be awarding the Crapo Award!

It is pretty easy to participate. First, you have no choice; and second, write something I don’t like, sing a crappy song, do something that makes no sense… and you shall get yours!

And for those who don’t get the picture… basically the award consists of a flaming bag of dog shit delivered to you by yours truly!

Enjoy… and be happy!

To Kill a “mockingbug”

Well, my personal favorite, the bazooka!
Sure you will have to redo the walls, the floors and buy new furniture… but I mean… it does get the job done!

However, the point here is that we should exercise our tolerance. Tolerance for ignorance, prejudice, stupidity and everything else that comes with the fact that some people don’t really know right from wrong.

These people are like parrots. They only repeat words without any meaning to them. They may say, “I love you” and right after that they may say, “fuck you”, without really knowing what these things mean.

It is a shame but we can’t really blame them. They were never thought things like consideration and character, or maybe they were, but you know, these people don’t hurt you because they want to, they hurt you because they don’t know the difference.

And here is my last toast to a job poorly done:

“You can take the person out of the gutter, but you can’t take the gutter out of the person”

What goes around, comes around.

I am very sad today. And even though I am not going to use this blog for personal attacks, I have to say: What the hell are some people thinking?

It amazes me so see that some people have the courage to betray those they say they hold dear. How easily they betray everything they say they stand for just to feed a personal revenge that will lead nowhere.

It amazes me to see how close we are of some of these people. How much we have given them. It amazes me their lack of self-respect, of love, of decency.

And yes, I have something else to say: At least he chose to be something!

I hope you all have a great day.

I say a little prayer for you...

Esse é para os meus amigos que estão achando a vida boring... Lembrem-se, pode sempre piorar... a gente pode largar tudo um dia, colocar um vestido de tafetá e uma maquilagem excessivamente extravagante e sair por ai cantando Dionne Warwick! Boring te garanto que não vai ser...

Don't know what you want but I can't give it anymore

Don't know what you want but I can't give it anymore - Pet Shop Boys

Did you get what you want
Do you know what it is
Do you care
Is he better than me
Was it your place or his
Who was there
Did you think it was wrong
Do you find that it's worse than it was
Has it gone on too long
Do you mind that it hurts me because
You're breaking my heart

Don't know what you want but I can't give it anymore
Don't know what you want but I can't give it anymore

You're breaking my heart

Was it cracking the code
Or just filling in time
Was that all
So then why'd you go back
To the scene of the crime
Did he call
Shall I take the blame
Or another assault on how it was
Then we'll get to the fact
That it's always my fault just because
You're breaking my heart

Don't know what you want but I can't give it anymore
Don't know what you want but I can't give it anymore
Don't know what you want but I can't give it anymore
Don't know what you want but I can't give it anymore

You're breaking my heart

Don't know what you want but I can't give it anymore
Don't know what you want but I can't give it anymore

Don't know what you want
Don't know what you want

PS.: You broke my heart so don't expect me to abide by yours!

Volta pro pão carne loca!

Então né... a vida é mesmo uma caixinha de surpresas. Isso é claro se você estiver aberto e preparado para receber essas surpresas.

Eu não estava... mas acabou que fiquei escancarado depois de tanto levar paulada. Escancarei mesmo e tava aqui todo feliz e faceiro que até namorado eu arrumei.

Ai... apaixonei... quase nem tive tempo de colocar as recordações de outra vida no arquivo. Aí, tava eu lá, todo feliz e faceiro quando ouvi o namorado dizer... volta pro pão carne loca!

Meu... hahahahaha! Ok... voltei!

Acho que exagerei no escancaro... mas é sempre bom alguém que goste da gente pra dar uns toques. E como hoje já tô mais pra filet mignon do que pra carne loca... hahahaha... to adorando. Ótemo!!!