Tá..eu realmente não sei escrever..mas não me crucifique por causa disso..
Eu tô tentando..
Eh q eu tenho pressa..por isso que meus textos saem assim...pq eu tenho medo de perder minha idéia..
eu não confio na minha cabeça!
Vc tbm aderiu a febre do Casa dos Artistas?
Poizé amigo! Estamos na mesma barca..
Assim...eu tenho lido um monte de critica ao show..mas (alias..não sei se eu jah toquei nesse assunto antes...hang on! bão..acho q eu ainda naum me manifestei) então..mas..e o Ratinho? E o Gugu? E todos esses programas jornalisticos (isso existe?) q a globo produz pra mostrar "a fome no Brasil", q exploram de um certa forma o sofrimento das pessoas e ainda ganham premios...?
Tah...tudo bem q o casa dos artistas..agora q deu um puta retorno, tah sendo + manipulado...Mas eh uma coisa + consciente...Manja..quem entrou lah tava consciente q ia ficar exposto pra o Brasil inteiro e talz...Agora...entrevistar uns neguinho morrendo de fome, com uma musica tocante ao fundo eh melhor q casa dos artistas?! Ahh falem sério amantes da Globo..heheh
Eu sei q eu não sei escrever e me expresso mto mal..mas porra...se alguem tah se sentindo incomodado com isso..q mude de canal!!! A cultura tem uma progamaçao puta boa...Ontem mesmo passou acho q era um curta...Macabea...mto lega!
Ei..meu amigo Thiago mudou de blog...
Pq hein??!
Aqui está o novo...
vai ver q ele se cansou do outro..
apesar de eu odiar meu template...não canso desse blog..
ele eh feio mais eh MEU!
heheheh
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Ahhh!
Tah tocando Wonderwall - Oasis no rádio... o Dinho tocou essa musik..
Aih ele disse..: agora vou cantar uma musik de uma banda q eu gosto mto..A gente teve a oportunidade de conhecer os caras, mas eles saum chatos pra caralho..
Eh claro...Que Liam, Noel Gallagher e compania iria aguentar um Dinho mala e sem criatividade..
ah ..fala serio...
Hoje eu assisti um pedaço daquele filme "Little Voice" (Laura, a Voz de uma estrela (eu acho q esse eh o nome em port.))...E tipo..o filme eh mto bacana!!!
O humor inglês...britânico..or whatever...eh mto bom!!!
Ahh..q saudades...
I wanna go back!!!
Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97: Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been probed by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you can imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blind side you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters.Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't know.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And then you do you'll fantasize that
when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders. Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look like 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more that it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
Cara...
eu não quero continuar vivendo essa minha vidinha boba..
Tipo..todo ano eu tenho esperanças que alguma coisa vai mudar...
tá..pode ser q a mudança tenha q vir de mim..
Mas sei lah..
Porra..hj tinha moh grana q meu pai depositou na minha conta...pra casa..aih eu fikei pensando..
VOU FUGIR..
mas...q merda..
pq a gente tem q ter medo??!
Ahh..eu quero ir pra Londres...
Tipo..na verdade eu quero...live on my on..
E ir pra Sampa ia ser the closest to live on my on..
Bão..
sei lá..
One day I'll fly away.........!!!!!!!
Bão..sobre o show do capital..assim..eles não são minha banda preferida...nem sei pq eu fui..
AHHH! Eu fui pq foi o Russo que abriu o show..e meu..esse cara eh mto FODA!!!
Ele eh mto bom! Imita a Janis igualzinho!!!
PQP!
E na boa..o show dele foi + animado q o do Capital..ng queria q ele saisse..
Mass..meu..o show do capital..eh identico ao outro q eu jah tinha ido!!!!!
Meu..q bosta...Tipo..será q o Dinho não se cansa da falar sempre as MESMAS coisas??!
Ahhh..fala sério..
Mas...ateh q foi bacana..a Bella depois tava vazia...aih tipo..encheu um pokinho...
Eu dancei mto livre...naum tinha ng por perto..!!!!!
Depois um cara do capital apareceu por lá...com 4 mulheres super bonitas..
Meu..olha o q a fama faz neh?? Tah..o cara ateh pode ser mto legal (não era o Dinho..era outro q eu não sei o nome!), mas tipo..duvido que se ele fosse um zé-ninguem ele taria acompanhado dakele jeito..
Ah..pode ateh ser q sim..
Que preconceito meu...
Yay!
I'm back..
Cara..em Atibaia tava um calor do caralho (coisa que eu descobri q o Dinho Ouro Preto diz em TODOS os shows...anyways..)
Meu..
Pq pessoas legais tem q ficar jogando xavecos furados?
