Monday, December 06, 2010

Hello, stranger.




The less I know you and the less I care about you, the easier is for me to say everything that's on my mind.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Postmodernism dictionary.





Commitment: living the same life you were used to before you chose to commit to what you are committed to.
Example: I'm committed to it, but oh well, I have more important things to do so, whatever.

Missing: something you need to ask for.
Example: Hey, do you miss me yet or you need a couple more days to do so?

Love: A 4 letter word commonly used for text.
Example: I love u :)  [SEND]

Consideration: letting your loved ones be the last ones to know what's up on your life - when you actually let them know.  
Example: Hey I was at a huge club yesterday, got so drunk, crazy night... I'm kinda bored and free today, wanna hang? 


Sunday, October 10, 2010

It breaks when you don't force it, It breaks when you don't try.






"
Inactivity and starvation in mammals lead to atrophy of skeletal muscle, accompanied by a smaller number and size of the muscle cells as well as lower protein content. In humans, prolonged periods of immobilization are known to result in muscle weakening and atrophy.

Bears are an exception to this rule. During hibernation, bears spend four to seven months of inactivity and anorexia without undergoing muscle atrophy and protein loss.

Athletes not only warm up to physically prepare their bodies for training or competition but also to mentally warm themselves up. Warm ups are a crucial part of performance. If completed correctly, they enable the body to perform at its peak performing ability at the current time. A warm up should be specific to the task required to perform in order to activate the correct energy systems and prepare the correct muscles."



1) The heart is also a muscle. 
2) I'm not a bear. 
3) "Just 'cause you feel it, doesn't mean it's there."

Saturday, October 09, 2010

"T.M.I"

                                        
"Too Many Invited."

Wednesday, October 06, 2010

What are you working for?







W = \bold{F} \cdot \bold{d} = F d \cos\theta




Trabajo es el producto de una Fuerza por el desplazamiento que esa causa por el ángulo entre la Fuerza y en desplazamiento causado. Mismo que haya una Fuerza, si ella no produjo movimiento, d = 0; W = 0 Joule ---> NO hube trabajo. Dale? 

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

"i think i should start punching women im interested in."




you know, ive noticed alot of women i know are doing stupid things with themselves. well, not stupid things, its actually legitimate RETARD SHIT. i mean why put up with the things you put up with? why are you in a relationship if you constantly complain about him? why put the bad boys up first and throw the gentlemen on the back burner for you to run to when things go south? hell even that wouldnt be a problem but what happens when we fix your problems??? then you run back to the asshole because you “love him.” GET REAL. the problem with you women today is your attracted to the people who have the capacity to hurt you the most. you mistake kindness for weakness, and any sort of compassion as feminine and friendly. if we throw rocks at your window you think of it as sweet and funny but wont pay it any mind, then homie throws a brick at your head and you fall in love. SERIOUSLY? what goes on in your head??? why the fuck are you with a man who verbally and physically abuses you? why are you with a man who doesnt even cover his tracks when hes cheating on you with your friends? WHY ARE YOU WITH A MAN WHO REFUSES TO GIVE YOU HIS ALL, WHEN YOUR “BESTIE” HAS LEGITIMATELY GIVEN YOU MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE POSSIBLY COULD? it honestly makes no sense. im so puzzled by this concept, ive actually openly asked for girls opinions on this. then they tell me oh your exaggerating bla bla bla etc etc. then i ask em wheres your boyfriend? most dont even know, then they call… no reply. they text… no answer. wanna know why? because the ratio of women to men in the united states is at least 3:1. its a fact, check out the census report. this means that if YOUR not currently fucking your man, theres a 50% chance that hes fucking the other 2/3rds of his little ratio. AND YOU LET IT ROCK. YOU TAKE THESE PIGS BACK BECAUSE YOU FEEL THE NEED TO FIX THEM. but in all honesty, men dont change. they are the way the are FOREVER. so ladies, please take this into consideration: if your boyfriend isnt giving you all you deserve, drop him like a rock. hes not worth your time or effort. second, if you have a single, straight, male “bestie”, chances are hes been deeply in love with you for a long time, and hes actually hurting to see you in a bad relationship. give him a chance, it might change your outlook on men. its not true that there are no more good men left, its just you have overlooked him, even though he’s been parading his interest in you for a loooooooong time.

if you read through this thinking “i hope this nigga aint talkin about me” then i probably am. this isnt about any 1 person i know in particular, but a culmination of quite a few of you. so if you read this feelin guilty, well then it must be about you. it is what it is.

and one more thing, im done waiting around for you to come to your senses. it honestly bothers me to the point of madness why you put up with him when most of the time hes putting a frown on your face, when all ive ever done is put a smile on it. Ciao, bella.


Sunday, September 26, 2010

Missing pieces.




Hey, dad... It's almost your birthday... Can I come over now? I just need to lay down on your chest  and listen to your heartbeat... just... one more time. Hey, dad... there's still a little bit of your eyes I need to see... there's still a little bit of your arms I need to feel around me... please, I promise it won't take long. Just this time, let me be with you... Hey, dad... I know I'm crying right now, but I promise I won't cry in front of you as long as you don't ask me how I have been. Hey, dad... I know seeing you is a one-way road and I know that's why you don't want me to come, right? What If I say I would come anyway?



Love you, daddy. Much more than anything that this word can mean.
And happy birthday. 




Thursday, September 23, 2010

Hey you, threw it all away by holding everything in;





"Stop looking to others to give you permission to go after the target you want to knock down. You are your own master. Set the target up, then knock it down. It really is that simple once you stop waiting for permission. Stop waiting for the perfect moment. Stop waiting until you can move perfectly. Stop saying you’d do it if only you had a sharper weapon. Stop waiting for the ideal situation. There is no such thing."

[ Unleash the Warrior Within ]

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Is he dark enough to see your light?



"He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking." 


— Leo Tolstoy [ Anna Karenina ]






This is real love. And then we have the rest.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Prince, boyfriends, wars and relationships.


What Maquiavel wrote:

"El que se hace señor de una ciudad acostumbrada a vivir libre, y no descompone su régimen, debe contar con ser derrocado él mismo por ella. Para justificar semejante ciudad su rebelión, tendrá el nombre de libertad, y sus antiguas leyes, cuyo hábito no podrán hacerle perder nunca el tiempo ni los beneficios del conquistador. Por más que se haga, y aunque se practique algún expediente de previsión, si no se desunen y dispersan sus habitantes, no olvidará ella nunca aquel nombre de libertad ni sus particulares estatutos (...)".

What I understood:

"If you become a girlfriend of a guy who's used to have too much freedom, and don't do anything to change it, you can count to be left out by the same freedom. To explain his attitude, this kind of guy will always use the freedom his used to have and his old ways of living, which is a behavior time can't make him lose not even the girlfriend's attributes. It doesn't matter what the girl does, and even if she tries to predict it, if  she does't detach him from his group, he will never forget that freedom nor its particulars ways (...)". 




My brain makes party out of the art of war. Deal with it. 

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Talks that should have happened.



- Hey, I just came really quick, don't have much time, but I've missed you, so I stopped by to say hi.
- Aww, how sweet! I've missed you too...
- I'm about to eat lunch, make me company?
- Sure. :D

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Love is right there. Just pick it up and give it to me.



"If you want more love, why don't you say so?"

Dear John Mayer,
well, I won't because I think there are many things in life we shouldn't have to ask for. And to be loved in a relationship should be one of them. If a guy can't realize you need more love, than I shouldn't be the one saying it either. I would want him to love me more because he feels it, not because I asked him for. Otherwise, how am I ever gonna know if that "more love" comes genuinely from him or it's just something he's doing because I've asked him to do so?

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Go ask Alice, I think she'll know.




Life's about choices. That's exactly what is all about. If you take the blue pill, you've automatic rejected the red pill. Choosing is about excluding. If you could be with someone, but you're not, you just didn't choose to be with someone else. You also chose not to be with the first someone. So, every time you have to choose to do something, think about what you're losing with your choice. Because choices are about what you lose by making them, not what you've got with what you've chosen.


[ One pill makes you larger; one pill makes you small ]. 

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Mayerisms.




I wish that when I was younger I could have met my current self. We would have sat down at a coffee shop so that I could explain life to young me in terms that only we would understand. It would have saved me a lot of hardship.

You can listen to all the sage wisdom you want, but things only make sense when you can explain them to yourself in your own words. For instance, I’ve been told for three years that Breaking Bad is the best show on television, but only after I watched it was I able to tell myself exactly why everyone was right. Other truths I know now that I can explain them: that I’m not missing any crucial information and that poker really isn’t all that fun; that heartbreaks do fade but they take about a year longer than you expect and by the time they do you really don’t care about it enough to notice; and above all else, life is simpler than you think.

I used to think that life was an intricate series of levers and pulleys, buttons and switches, Mexican standoffs and hostage negotiations. As I get older I realize that life is more Netherlands minimalist than Jackson Pollock. The problems don’t get fewer, and in fact they grow in number, but the way I index them in the database is different. More problems get filed under fewer category headers.

Things are getting simpler, and it’s making life better. Here’s the cheat sheet:
People want to be liked. We all crave attention and affection and we all reject shame. When we get embarrassed we send a thug version of ourselves to the forefront to do our fighting for us. We’re at the top of the food chain just under fear.  We don’t want to be in a relationship to hear the words “I love you,” we want to be in a relationship to say the words “I love you.” We want to feel needed, and exceptional and we hate feeling insignificant. We want to ace a hearing test. We are binary creatures; if we’re the plaintiff, we want to win every dollar. If we’re the defendant, we want guard every penny. We want to make more money than last year. We don’t want to get cancer or die in our cars and we want the same for our loved ones. We go out on weekends to try and have sex while trying not to get punched in the face. We drink so we can be ourselves and not mind it so much. We’re desperate to be understood. We want to know someone else has felt it, too. We hate being judged unfairly. We want to make the person we heard wasn’t all that into us change their minds and admit they had us wrong. We want sunny skies with a chance of killer tornadoes, just to keep music sounding good. We take hours upon hours to admit to self consciousness. We don’t know exactly how to pleasure each other. We just want love. In any and every form.

See? It’s simple. :)

[ by John Mayer ]

Sunday, July 18, 2010

5 Centimeters Per Second.





"I think of how the person who needs the other person the least in a relationship is the stronger member." 

.Douglas Coupland [ Shampoo Planet ]

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Raison d'être.



There was once a boy named Pierre, who only would say "I don't care".


[ And who actually cared enough to constantly prove that he didn't. ]

Friday, June 25, 2010

"Those who control their passions do so because their passions are weak enough to be controlled."







"If a chemical system at equilibrium experiences an external disturbance, then the equilibrium shifts to counteract the imposed change and a new equilibrium is established."  [ Le Châtelier's principle ]




You ain't no exception.

Monday, June 21, 2010

How to treasure something without the desire of keeping it?


... I felt like I somewhat came to understand why Tohno-kun was different from the other boys. And, at the same time, I cleary realized that Tohno-kun wasn't really looking at me. Which is why, on that day, I couldn't say a word to Tohno-kun. Tohno-kun is really kind, but... he's so truly kind, but... but Tohno-kun was always looking far beyond me. Far beyond me, towards something in the distance. I'm sure I wouldn't be able to give Tohno-kun what he truly desires. But still... despite that... tomorrow, the day after, and even beyond that... I know I'll still be helplessly in love with him. While thinking solely of Tohno-kun, I cried myself to sleep.  [ 5 Centimeters Per Second ]

Friday, June 18, 2010




"The poet is a faker


 Who's so good at his act
 He even fakes the pain 
 Of pain he feels in fact."   [ Fernando Pessoa]





Why is that that the most amazing thoughts come out of the saddest moments? They just jump out of my infra-ego, carrying enough soul with them to give me goosebumps, slip through my fingers straight to the paper, begging to be transposed into phrases, paragraphs, stories. And, after all this process passes and I go back to read all those sentences predicated with saddness, I wonder how much pain I was carrying to actually be able to feel that. Because the me who reads those broken words is not the same me who wrote them. My own hurtful conjugated verbs and tearful adjectives from yesterday don't mean anything to me anymore as I read them right now. 

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Do you want more, or do you want less?





















I want less... but for longer.  [ words of wisdom by John Mayer ].

Sunday, June 06, 2010

C'mon world...



You're walking in the wrong direction!

Monday, May 24, 2010

Shrink.



My head has a life of its own. I was inside the bus today daydreaming when I saw a street that look exactly like one that ends up in the Central Park. I've actually jumped out of my seat and got off the bus. And then I stood there, staring at this fake piece of reality; and it took me 5 minutes to realize where I was and what had just happened. Pouring tears.

Ok, this might be way too stupid.



So, it's almost 3:30am. I had actually turned off the computer and was laying down in bed for like about 30min now. And I had already turned the computer off, but I had to come back to write this down 'cause I would definitely forget about it in a few minutes.
I'm impressed by my ability of making up things on my head. I mean, I actually make up this whole drama with someone. And I had discussions with the person. And I solve them. And we make up. And we get closer. And, despite the fact that it's all INSIDE my head, I actually act with the person, later on, like all that was actually true and that the person actually knows like a little bit more of me, you know? Like we have now a deeper connection. And the stupid thing is that the other person has no freaking idea (obviously!) of what's going on in my head and, of course, their treatment towards me will just be the same. And then, again, I get frustrated and disappointed 'cause I feel more connected to someone that the other way around. And it's been like that for as long as I can remember. Then, again, I'll lay down in bed with all the sadness in the world and start making up, again, a way out of it. Then solve it. Then get closer to someone.
I mean, this is worse then Wonderland. It's i.m.m.a.t.u.r.i.t.y. Wake up, Alice. You are not 5. Ken and Barbie are like long gone. And I assure you they ain't happily ever after. Just saying.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Do people nowadays melt on the rain?



It's Sunday night. It's raining. I mean, not pouring raining, just a little tiny rain. And, yet, nobody wants to go out. It's really frustrating. I remember those times where no test, no rain, no sickness would be an excuse to NOT go out. Are people getting older? And, if that's the case, what the hell am I getting? Younger? More immature? Doesn't make sense to me.

Well, that wasn't the reason I wanted to write here about. The fact is that I've got myself reading something and crying more than I could even take. On the top of that, what I was reading wasn't even mine. It wasn't even for me. It was from a friend of mine to another one she got into a fight with. It's like... a love letter. Really. I need to quote at least this one part: 

"I like you so much that you're the only one that can make me cry out of happiness. I can't live without you and now I feel so much pain for thinking that I could be without you that I can't stop crying. You are the only person that makes me cry that it's not for being angry. 
I need you so much, so much that do the things I like the most don't bring me as much happiness as to get a "good morning" from you. I like you so much that no poem can translate this feeling, no song, no picture. 
This feeling is so strong that I can't transpose it to words; I don't even understand it quite right, I just know that I like you unconditionally."

I mean, REALLY? And this was like 1/20th of the email. It was a totally declaration of pure friendship. And I think the reason I cried so much it was probably out of jealousy. I don't remember of ever getting a email like this from a friend. But I remember quite well have exactly the same feeling that she's describing there. And I still have this feeling for quite a few friends. And I couldn't help but doing the stupid grass comparison thing. But... when you don't even have a garden, does it really matter if the grass is greener on the other side? :S After that, I so need to read Nana again. Best manga ever. 



Music: B.W.O - Sunshine In The Rain

Thinking: 


"Tell me, Nana,
If for example we had been a love couple,
Would a hug have been enough to wash away my sadness?
Or then; does every single being carry this loneliness, like a burden?
I didn't want to make you all mine.
I just wanted you to need me, Nana."  [Nana ]

Friday, May 21, 2010

I'm pretty sure the world was created out of boredom.

So, this really amazed me. I was studying for a Math test I have this Saturday. And that's all the knowledge I've got so far... (by "so far" I mean 4 hours...)!






The things we do to NOT study are so productive that sometimes I should blame my lack of creative on studying.




Music: YelleParle à Ma Main.


Thinking: Next time I fall in love...I want to be with someone who's a little harsh. I don't want them to just cater...to my each and every whim.

But after we get in a fight...I want a flower, and a loving words...



Someone like that.

[ Nana ]

Thursday, May 20, 2010

So that's how it starts.

It's just a blog about a brazilian girl who had just moved from New York to Buenos Aires and is trying to find her own peace of mind. Nothing more than that. 

I'm feeling Times Square-ish today. 


Well, this picture makes me extremely nostalgic. I've been spending way too much time looking at my old pictures; either from Brazil, from all my travelings, from the U.S., from my friends, family... and it really sucks because I know that, when I go somewhere else (and I'm pretty sure I will), I'll do the same with the pictures from here, from right now... and I'm gonna think "man, I wonder if I've enjoyed it enough?". I don't know how stupid can I be to make a conscious mistake so... conscientious of it lol. But I'm trying. I think I need a little bit of order in my life. I mean, I need to sit with myself and have a little talk. I know I really love living independently and not knowing what's gonna be of tomorrow, but sometimes not even I can't deal with my lack of planing. 
I know I have one plan so far: I think (if I understood my teacher well) that Argentina is celebrating 200 years of history this weekend, so it's gonna be a huge holiday from Friday (05/21st) 'till Tuesday (05/25th) and I have a couple things in mind to do. It's gonna be basically me and myself, wondering around the city, taking pictures, drinking good coffee and buying some cool stuff. 




                Music: Kent - 747     

Thinking: "It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious."
(Oscar Wilde).
                                                              

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