tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786881630341906152024-03-21T15:32:03.196-07:00Life is a cupcake, not a piece of cake .this is the perfect place for me to expose my ideas and thoughts and whatever I learn in this world .itsnotapieceofcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04852969041753440257noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978688163034190615.post-84988260862807322382010-08-25T17:03:00.000-07:002010-08-25T17:05:49.378-07:00E daí se eu tivesse beijado ele?O que isso realmente mudaria ? Se muitos parecem estar a procura daquele que completará a metade de sua maçã e ao mesmo tempo outros parecem não acreditar mais, deixando suas expectativas sobre o amor afundarem dentro de suas mágoas passadas.<br /><br />As garotinhas sempre sonham que um dia encontrarão seu príncipe encantado e que ficarão eternamente juntos e viverão felizes para sempre, pode até ser que uma ou outra delas consiga, mas isso seria uma chance em um milhão.<br /><br />Para muitos, o amor é sinônimo de hormônios principalmente quando se trata de um adolescente perdidamente apaixonado, a ciência pode ter comprovado que amar alguém é apenas uma reação quimica, quebrando com todo o romantismo.<br /><br />Mas se, em tempos passados as pessoas acreditavam que o amor era a mulher estar submetida ao homem e fazer suas vontades em uma sociedade patriarcal, que passou a ser questionada la pelo século XVI por Shakespeare através de uma das histórias mais conhecidas de todos os tempos: “Romeo e Julieta” onde o amor era verdadeiro, e estava acima de tudo. E hoje em dia, onde a tendência é que tudo seja mais rápido e dure menos, por consequência do mundo onde as informações chegam muito rapido, os relacionamentos vem terminando com mais frequência, talvez isso seja porque o divórcio não é mais visto como algo espantoso naqual as pessoas temiam. Hoje em dia é natural conhecer pessoas filhos ou filhas de casais que se separaram ou até mesmo pessoas que se separaram, já que a quantidade de divórcios nas grandes cidades vem aumentando.<br /><br />É ai que eu me questiono, será que essas afirmações estão corretas? Se para você ser feliz, precisa acreditar em um final feliz, então acredite! Ou se você já se magoou tanto que para se recompor precisa passar um tempo pensando que o amor é simplesmente uma questão biológica e excluindo tudo aquilo que o ser humano veio dizendo para simplesmente depois se apaixonar e dizer que tudo aquilo era bobagem?<br /><br />Como já dizia Vinicius de Morais: “Que o amor seja eterno enquanto dure”.<br /><br />Para todos aqueles com pensamento lógico, essa frase não faria o menor sentido mas se perguntar para qualquer pessoa apaixonada, mesmo assim elas diriam que ela está correta mas não saberiam explicá-la.itsnotapieceofcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04852969041753440257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978688163034190615.post-89532431432963418572010-07-31T10:10:00.001-07:002010-08-10T09:44:42.286-07:00fucking crazy disgrace"...and suddenly everything she knew had disappeared."<br />It`s preferable to start by the end of the story, so the readers will be so much more curious about why and how it ended like this .<br /><br />Once upon a time, it was this girl, this pretty and chatterbox girl. She was far from her friends and the life she got so used to. Everything was collapsing for her in front of her eyes, she had to make new friends, get along with new teachers, new city, and everything that was happening was as exciting as a child discovering the world . <br />She had it all at her feet, her grades were excellent, her parents were proud of her, it was all going so well until the day she realised that it wasn`t really her, it was just an illusion of everything she once dreamed of and started missing the old and crazy times .She couldn`t pretend anymore, it was quite impossible to not be herself so people would not notice what was really going on inside this little chestnut head. The days were passing by, and she was getting more and more depressed. <br />She figured out that if she wanted her old life back in Brighton she would have to fight for and pay the price. Life wasn`t that simple as she thought it was at first place, there were plenty of mysteries never knew before .She killed time partying, knowing strange people, doing the wrong things, fighting with her parents and what for ? Because she was changing and had to say what the thinks and not what other people wanted to hear, it was fair .<br />At the day her faity tale turned into a disaster, she came back and saw her old friends, and realised they had never changed, they were the same, but in fact, she did change a little .But one thing didn`t change, her absurd love for her friend, she thought it was over and they would never be the same again, and she got so surprised that he still had feelings for her at that night when he kissed her under the moonlight and their friends said:"She just got kissed, it`s all over her face" but the girl and the boy denyied .And her world was so shaken up that she started to like it. And one day she`d be forced to come back to London and leave that dream behind, perhaps just for a few months .<br />When she came back to London, and suddenly everything she knew had disappeared.<br />But the dream was still there so she had a reason to get off the bed, every single day and counting the days to see that boy again .You might be wondering if they lived happily ever after, well that`s the secret I`ll never tell .itsnotapieceofcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04852969041753440257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978688163034190615.post-62797701171578516822010-07-29T10:05:00.000-07:002010-07-29T10:12:19.352-07:00ErrosO que seriamos se não cometessemos erros? Fatos invitaveis não aconteceriam, não desfrutaríamos de momentos tão diferentes e misteriosos, e também se não fosse por eles nossa vida seria previsivel e muito banal. <br />Os erros, dado um certo momento de nossas vidas, parecem que destruiram ela e parece ser irreversível, mas isso não é verdade, já que depois ele pode levar a algo muito melhor .Ter medo de cometer erros é ter medo de viver a vida, se erramos e aprendemos algo, foi construtivo e valeu a pena, mas se erramos e continuamos cometendo este mesmo erro, nunca sairemos do mesmo lugar. <br />É como no jogo de xadrez, ter medo de fazer o movimento errado e ser comido pela peça de seu adversario, mas se voce não arriscar nunca saberá. <br />E afinal de contas, onde estariamos e o que seriamos sem o gostinho de ser surpreendido ?itsnotapieceofcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04852969041753440257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978688163034190615.post-12293717380425153972010-07-23T20:12:00.001-07:002010-07-23T20:20:47.843-07:00Férias!Existe algo melhor no mundo do que passar um tempo com os amigos, bater papo furado, cantar no karaokê, dar risadas por nada, comer nachos até explodir, fazer uma cópia tua e dos teus amigos no the sims, e sobretudo se divertir MUITO ?<br />Férias foram feitas para quebrarmos a rotina e descansarmos um pouco. <br />Mas como é possível desopilar se vivem pegando no seu pé e lhe dizendo o quanto este ano é importante, e o quanto é preciso estudar para passar em uma boa universidade?<br />O melhor a fazer é viver o agora, intensamente. O amanhã virá de qualquer forma, as vezes, eu paro e lembro dos relógios que Salvador Dali costumava pintar em seus quadros e penso na noção de tempo e percebo que as vezes o tempo que temos não é suficiente para realizarmos todos os nossos sonhos, então não devemos perder tempo .itsnotapieceofcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04852969041753440257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978688163034190615.post-44130546308565236352010-07-23T20:10:00.000-07:002010-07-23T20:29:56.769-07:00um pouquinho de Mário Quintana<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrqQT-JsMZ4MXpRLZAJ7Vhg-wbdqV1nxOTGxAqX9jhi0EVY2yyIbAsybunaMucTWY4m82MfIXrCK-OFYKR3ZCfnz967eWUnjpIino_0F4NRL8N0u8MrfDfaMeXki4duJRvsR950Afjhl_P/s1600/vagabundo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrqQT-JsMZ4MXpRLZAJ7Vhg-wbdqV1nxOTGxAqX9jhi0EVY2yyIbAsybunaMucTWY4m82MfIXrCK-OFYKR3ZCfnz967eWUnjpIino_0F4NRL8N0u8MrfDfaMeXki4duJRvsR950Afjhl_P/s320/vagabundo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497309455823368738" /></a><br />"Um dia descobrimos que beijar uma pessoa para esquecer outra, é bobagem. <br />Você não só não esquece a outra pessoa como pensa muito mais nela... <br />Um dia nós percebemos que as mulheres têm instinto "caçador" e fazem qualquer homem sofrer... <br />Um dia descobrimos que se apaixonar é inevitável... <br />Um dia percebemos que as melhores provas de amor são as mais simples... <br />Um dia percebemos que o comum não nos atrai...<br />Um dia saberemos que ser classificado como "bonzinho" não é bom... <br />Um dia perceberemos que a pessoa que nunca te liga é a que mais pensa em você... <br />Um dia saberemos a importância da frase: "Tu te tornas eternamente responsável por aquilo que cativas..." <br />Um dia percebemos que somos muito importante para alguém, mas não damos valor a isso... <br />Um dia percebemos como aquele amigo faz falta, mas ai já é tarde demais... <br />Enfim... <br />Um dia descobrimos que apesar de viver quase um século esse tempo todo não é suficiente para realizarmos <br />todos os nossos sonhos, para beijarmos todas as bocas que nos atraem, para dizer o que tem de ser dito... <br />O jeito é: ou nos conformamos com a falta de algumas coisas na nossa vida ou lutamos para realizar todas as nossas loucuras...<br />Quem não compreende um olhar tampouco compreenderá uma longa explicação."itsnotapieceofcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04852969041753440257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978688163034190615.post-990295896867486822010-06-28T14:30:00.000-07:002010-06-28T14:35:05.579-07:00São PauloEstava no aviao, indo para São Paulo e no momento em que eu ouvi o comandante dizer :”Em instantes estaremos pousando em São Paulo”, bastou eu ouvir essas palavras e já fiquei eufórica .Conforme o piloto cambaleava para a esquerda e para a direita e assim por diante, enfim, a cada instante eu dizia para mim mesma : "é agora ! não não, é agora !" até que o avião pousou e para minha felicidade poucas coisas haviam mudado desde a ultima vez em que estive la .<br />Essa cidade tem um charme, tem algo mágico nela. <br />De dia, existem empresários, empregados do governo limpando as ruas, turistas passeando e a noite, uma vida noturna pra lá de cativante e agitada .<br />Peguei minhas malas e encontrei com o meu pai . Comentei que senti falta até mesmo do cheiro, que não é o mesmo de porto alegre devido a grande liberaçao de CO2, inspirei fundo e disse: ai que delicia ! poluição ! e no momento em que disse isso nao tinha nem um pingo de ironia, eu falava convicta de que era um cheiro bom e agravadevel mesmo sabendo que devido aos radicais livres ele seria nocivo a nossa saude .<br />Em cada lugar que eu passava na frente, me trazia uma lembranca . <br />Viver por muito anos em um lugar e em seguida sair faz com que vejamos o quanto nos apegamos a ele e as pessoas que vivem nele .<br />Fui a um de meus restaurants prediletos: “Jardim di Napoli” onde tem o melhooooor polpettone do mundo, talvez depois da Itália . La encontrei com um jornalista famoso, mas nao sei dizer ao certo o nome dele . Ao meu lado me deparei de um casal, que tinha por volta dos 40 anos. A mulher, tinha uma carteira da Louis Vuitton e o homem estava muito bem vestido. Para falar a verdade, os dois estavam . Tomavam vinho e conversavem, foi ai que notei a grande diferença entre São Paulo e as outras cidades do Brasil: O declinio social é muito chocante, e dependendo do meio em que frequentamos acabamos perdendo a nocao de como é o mundo e de todos os problemas que nele existem .<br />Sentir falta as vezes pode nao parecer algo bom, mas no fundo é sim, porque temos a certeza de que quando vivenciamos isto, e que realmente valeu a pena e acabou nos marcando para sempre.<br />Amigos verdadeiros, percebemos ao longo dos anos, alguns sao para todo o sempre e outros duram um tempo e logo sao levados embora de nossas vidas e esquecidos de nossas memorias .itsnotapieceofcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04852969041753440257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978688163034190615.post-42369733709725193032010-06-20T16:59:00.000-07:002010-06-20T19:05:40.899-07:00Saia da Mesmice !<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSf_l4qClpDZpL4Ymtcg7VQTE-agrdEMp4gQtr0LKiBM5GsPZRxyO0_wJTDU8o1Uk-jWoWP_qXKJJ9UYjo7GCzN9GJ2mLQRWiMViob8-_sfEFD7WSkKpNqxsiKk1vHrgp_MEy_QNSBH0j_/s1600/cupcakess.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSf_l4qClpDZpL4Ymtcg7VQTE-agrdEMp4gQtr0LKiBM5GsPZRxyO0_wJTDU8o1Uk-jWoWP_qXKJJ9UYjo7GCzN9GJ2mLQRWiMViob8-_sfEFD7WSkKpNqxsiKk1vHrgp_MEy_QNSBH0j_/s320/cupcakess.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485042280109727762" /></a><br />Mude a rotina, faça algo que te deixe feliz e te faça esquecer de todos os seus problemas e dúvidas. As vezes os momentos mais bobinhos são aquele que mais marcam em nossas vidas. Você já tentou alguma vez subir na cobertura de um prédio e pular olhando para o céu nebuloso, prestando atençao aos olofotes que saíam de "nulle part" iluminarem as núvens e enquanto trocavam de cores você gritava o nome delas ? <br />Ou de atravessar a rua correndo sem olhar e sentir uma alta dose de adrenalina ao ver um carro chegar a alguns metros de distância? E não se cansar de fazer e refazer isto até perder o fôlego e não auguentar mais? Num frio aconchegante de fim de tarde, que deixa suas unhas roxas e suas mãos pálidas .<br />E, que correr sem rumo e gritar são as unicas coisas que realmente fazem algum sentido de serem feitas? Esse é o bom da vida, não dar tanta importância a ela, e fazer aquilo que acreditamos ser o melhor para nós .Se agir como crianças significa ser feliz, então azar se os outros criticam e isso retardado. Não devemos nos levar pela opiniao dos outros "de toute façon", eles só querem nos afetar porque não tem coragem de serem autônomos e sentem inveja de nós .itsnotapieceofcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04852969041753440257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978688163034190615.post-59825881142653600122010-06-17T18:07:00.000-07:002010-06-17T18:08:03.679-07:00Life Life Life"The most unfair thing about life is how it ends. I think the real cycle of life is full of backward looking forwards. We should die first, as soon get rid of that. <br /><br />Hence live in an asylum, to be kicked get out of there by being very new. Winning a gold clock, and go to work. Then you work 40 years until enough new power purchase enjoy his retirement. Then you likes everything, drink enough alcohol, does parties and is preparing for the college. <br /><br />You go for college, has several girlfriends, turns child, has no responsibility, becomes a little baby of neck, back pro womb of the mother, is his last nine months of life floating. And everything ends with a great orgasm! Would not it be perfect? "<br /><br />Charles Chaplinitsnotapieceofcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04852969041753440257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978688163034190615.post-18852987761257270692010-06-17T18:06:00.001-07:002010-06-20T02:56:40.399-07:00Meu ponto de vistaSe apaixonar acontece com todo ser humano normal (brincadeira), é um sentimento que todos um dia sentimos ou sentiremos; o amor nem sempre é como em contos de fadas com príncipes, princesas e um «viveram felizes para sempre». Estamos na vida real, então devemos aprender que nem tudo é como parece ser, e que as pessoas são muito mais complexas do que havíamos imaginado. Um dia elas podem te amar e no outro te odiar, um amor nem sempre é correspondido, mas é preciso aprender a viver assim mesmo. Chorar pode aliviar uma dor que esteja presa no fundo de nós, pode acabar nos fazendo bem. Conselhos bobinhos podem te dizer aquilo que você já sabe; mas ouvindo de outra pessoa ajuda mais do que de si mesmo, é o fato de ignorar seus pensamentos achando que estás errado. O que seriamos sem amor? Pessoas incompletas? Quem sabe…itsnotapieceofcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04852969041753440257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978688163034190615.post-34320582701195730742010-06-17T18:02:00.001-07:002010-06-17T18:02:26.449-07:00What’s on their mind ?Since the beggining of the human existance, every person has different thoughts .Some of them developped these thoughts making poems, inventing stories, writing books, and so many other types .<br /><br />For this post, I’m going to put one of my favourite poems :<br /><br />“Roses are red,<br /><br />Violets are blue,<br /><br />Sugar is sweet<br /><br />And so are you .”<br /><br />Unknown Author .itsnotapieceofcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04852969041753440257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978688163034190615.post-31988391478278386542010-06-17T17:56:00.000-07:002010-06-17T18:02:03.723-07:00A sad Goodbye .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGrw-pqORW9eabWp22ohcalm3tRMyKGIDfvv8wGVlhBjTDdH3aLcBRVzE0Gjl-z8iZ5AsOvQIeV8NZhElaor5wEHM6o5fOviCVvNApXa5mk_Jw5i92d1ZTTAb_-7ys-XmfwuayiQQl38d0/s1600/vale.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGrw-pqORW9eabWp22ohcalm3tRMyKGIDfvv8wGVlhBjTDdH3aLcBRVzE0Gjl-z8iZ5AsOvQIeV8NZhElaor5wEHM6o5fOviCVvNApXa5mk_Jw5i92d1ZTTAb_-7ys-XmfwuayiQQl38d0/s320/vale.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483912386793396002" /></a><br />Hello world,<br /><br />September 2009 has been a sad month for me, one of my best friends was leaving Brazil . So I wrote this at the time :<br /><br />"It won’t be the same without her by our sides, you know . It’s hard when you get used to someone and suddenly that person is about to disappear from your routine .It will be a new start for her, she will make other friends but I know that deep inside she is always going to have us on her mind, because friends never give up on friends .I’ve never been good at the speeches for weddings, funerals and goodbyes .The only thing I’m certain is that I’m going to miss her a lot ."<br /><br />But now I realize how true these words are, she left a little something of herself in my life and thats the reason why I miss her so much .itsnotapieceofcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04852969041753440257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978688163034190615.post-35279048850348495432010-06-17T17:13:00.000-07:002010-06-17T17:52:26.176-07:00Le Quotidien<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii3nnprar81yDdghTHfkLbtF_m2yuCdHZHTj_Jb9sIrhx2XIHjLqGCbUH5NrwdpXU2xQUzn_q_kU_oR737RjW_zRPl9rdYkDI4DeESTeBhwZtEkw6NSbyICnuPkP7upjNMQwnxos1NjrhP/s1600/Salvador-Dali-Explosion-5670%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii3nnprar81yDdghTHfkLbtF_m2yuCdHZHTj_Jb9sIrhx2XIHjLqGCbUH5NrwdpXU2xQUzn_q_kU_oR737RjW_zRPl9rdYkDI4DeESTeBhwZtEkw6NSbyICnuPkP7upjNMQwnxos1NjrhP/s320/Salvador-Dali-Explosion-5670%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483908548731364994" /></a><br />réveil, lit, évier, brosse à dents, dentifrice, eau, évier, escaliers, réfrigérateur, jus d`orange, table, verre, pain, assiette, escaliers, livres, sac à dos, escaliers, clefs, porte, clefs, voiture, lycée, porte, salle de classe, cartable, table, chaise, professeurs, tabeau, sonnerie, escaliers, le monsieur du comptoir, argent, papier, hot dog, ketchup, table, chaise, salle de classe, professeurs, cahier, stylo, crayon à papier, gomme, sonnerie, monsieur du comptoir, argent, papier, déjeuné, salade, bus, chauffeur, monnaies, le garde, escaliers, salle de classe, chaise, montre, portable, messages, sonnerie, escaliers, bus, tehama, maison, télévision, ordinateur, cahiers, stylos, pijama, oreiller, edredon .itsnotapieceofcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04852969041753440257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978688163034190615.post-33893646171607728012010-06-17T17:05:00.000-07:002010-06-17T17:12:37.713-07:00Viver o hoje ou/e pensar no amanhã : contrários inconciliaveis .O que seria o melhor a fazer, viver intensamente o hoje ou pensar no amanhã ? Apostar todas suas cartas hoje ou preservá-las para o amanhã ?<br /><br />Se você decidir pensar no amanhã estará planejando a sua vida, pois o amanhã dentro de vinte e quarto horas se tornará o hoje. Mas se isto se tornar uma obcessão e quando nosso amanhã virar o hoje e estivermos com as cabeças nas núvens pensando na próxima semana deixaremos de viver o hoje, mas essa busca por ambições é muito boa nos dias de hoje em que as pessoas têm ausência mental de decidirem o que elas pretendem fazer.<br />Se você for perguntar àquele que está com a cabeça voltada ao amanhã ele lhe dirá : “Tudo na vida é questão de planejamento, pegue o caso do avião por exemplo, o piloto não para e pensa se vai sobre voar até Paris ou senão Amsterdam. Ele já tem uma rota planejada com antecedência .”<br />Se pararmos para pensar em como é estruturada nossa vida no colégio, perceberemos que os professores nos dão deveres ou trabalhos para fazermos com antecedencia , assim como nos dão no dia, eles já planejaram em dar esses deveres ou trabalhos muito antes .<br /><br />No filme em que nós assistimos em classe, Sociedade dos Poetas Mortos .<br />Veremos que existe aquela idéia de Carpe Diem quando o professor diz à seus alunos para aproveitarem o dia, fazendo de suas vidas algo extraordinário .<br />Neste outro ponto de vista, veremos que o espírito desta frase pode ser de aproveitar as oportunidades que a vida lhe oferece no momento em que elas se apresentam ou aproveitar a vida e não ficar apenas sonhando . Sonhar com o futuro pode ser muito perigoso, pois passamos o dia planejando o que iremos fazer e no final sempre deixamos algo passar, e então dizemos que faremos amanhã. Quem nunca ouviu dizer que nunca se deve deixar para amanhã aquilo que se pode fazer hoje ?<br />Não podemos prever o que acontecerá amanhã, temos o hoje e agora não dá para esperar faça aquilo que lhe é mais importante e aproveite o dia. Existem tantos desejo e, sonhos mas tantas coisas para fazer que deixamos de lado . Talvez por medo de arriscar, de errar, por pura insegurança ou até mesmo por preguiça .<br /><br />Essas escolhas dependem de cada um, mas se uma pessoa decide viver o hoje estará sujeito à aceitar as consequências de seus atos, já que o hoje ainda se tornará o amanhã e apenas pensar no amanhã seria sonhar em vão, pois você estaria mais preocupado com o que poderia acontecer do que com o que está acontecendo e poderá perder oportunidades que lhes são dadas no presente. Mas viver o amanhã que em vinte e quarto horas se tornará um dia é contraditório pois voce planejará o amanhã e assim não aproveitará o momento vivido .itsnotapieceofcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04852969041753440257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978688163034190615.post-70867669457775411342010-06-17T16:12:00.000-07:002010-08-07T04:37:04.067-07:00Le Premier Amour"Le premier amour c`est n`importe quoi, on s`aime pour toujours et ça ne marche pas." Après avoir lu cette phrase, est-ce que nous devons penser que le premier amour c`est juste quelqu`un qui est passé dans notre et qui ne reviendra plus jamais? Et que ça deviendra juste une bonne mémoire? Alors pourquoi sur le coup, nous faisons des promesses dont on ne pourra pas tenir? C`est bête. <br />Ces temps ci, je n`arrête pas de penser ce que serait de ma vie si mon premier amour était mon amour, POINT ! Pas seulement le premier mais le dernier aussi. J`ai toujours rêvé de vivre un conte de fées, mais peut-être cela ne sera jamais rien de plus qu`une illusion.<br />Est-ce qu`un jour vous vous êtes déjà demandé ce que c`est que l`amour ? Chacun a sa propre définition de l`amour. Des personnes penses qu`aimer c`est perdre le contrôle, d`autres que c`est une inspirations et pour les insensibles c`est quelque chose qui n`existe pas, et que ce sont juste les hormones que prennent le controle de notre corps et de nos pensés .itsnotapieceofcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04852969041753440257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978688163034190615.post-6528602722428978302010-04-15T16:40:00.000-07:002010-06-20T03:00:52.973-07:00How do I get there ?Don’t you have sometimes thousands of questions and you feel like no one can answer them ?It’s not a good feeling, most of all because you feel uncapable and lonely .I wish I had all the answers, but unfortunately I do not .I can only think the world is a huge place where you can find great and bad opportunities .<br />My dreams are based on my past experiences and of what my personality have become, and I can tell you I have a lot of dreams .<br />I know, you might think it’s stupid but having sixteen is not that big deal the adults try to make .You can be childish and at the same time very mature, you have only to know how you are suppose to act and in which situations .<br />I’d appreciate so much If I could make my parents happy, my life would be less imperfect. Oh well, what am I talking about ? The perfect life? Oh no, sorry for desappointing you but it does not exist .We can dream and dream even when we are awake .The doors are open but how do we get there ?<br />And If someone asks you what you want to do with your life, don’t you take a deep breath and think before you answer ? And when you get stressed because you do not have that answer, what do you do ?<br />Is the perfect life too far away? or does it only exist in Fairy Tales ?<br /><br />Thanks for reading :)itsnotapieceofcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04852969041753440257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978688163034190615.post-30182465516757484352010-02-07T09:07:00.000-08:002010-04-15T16:46:35.045-07:00Butterflies are flying now .I am growing up. <br />I wanted to start with this, the last few months I`ve been changing a little every single day, I`m learning how to face life face-to-face .But something it keeps putting tricks on my way, and now I`m able to get over it.I`m really moving, isn`t it sad ?I DON`T WANNA MOOOOOVE, my life is fantastic in here, maybe it will be great there but it will never be the same, every year is different because we keep changing, life keeps changing .I have been preparing myself with tons of thoughts to get my journey as happy as it can be .I am trying to find that light at the end of the tunnel, but I`m not sure if there is really a light in there.. they say it is .<br />I am falling in love each day more and more for my best friend, and now we are boyfriend and girlfriend. Birds seems to be singing more frequently and my heart keeps beating faster and faster everytime I get to see him. When I get to see something that reminds me of him I cannot stop smiling at nothing, it`s crazy . I`m lost without him, but when I look in his eyes it`s like if nothing more existed, nothing else matters, it seems cliche but it`s true .He is the only one that keeps spinning while the other things stop .<br />xxxitsnotapieceofcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04852969041753440257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978688163034190615.post-11778634510101854492010-01-01T07:39:00.000-08:002010-01-01T07:40:10.734-08:00no title .I want to see you game, boys, I want to see you brave and manly, and I also want to see you gentle and tender.<br />Be practical as well as generous in your ideals. Keep your eyes on the stars and keep your feet on the ground.<br />Courage, hard work, self-mastery, and intelligent effort are all essential to successful life.<br />Character, in the long run, is the decisive factor in the life of an individual and of nations alike.<br /><br />Theodore Rooseveltitsnotapieceofcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04852969041753440257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978688163034190615.post-16958252003923550362009-12-17T06:34:00.000-08:002010-04-15T16:43:24.777-07:00What are we living for ?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3qU0Ig-Bh4THzULqSQ7xBp1-f-fq7e_DyUid6e2sPnIN13kw6Tqv1JJ1j9tXuBR4qwnoeOtl76hbNHgEGOegyUsNyoYDYPcXhUm0tPXMGnRArVw7ww_kAILaB4P5ih8yIi2yhry4_DiKh/s1600-h/06122009512.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3qU0Ig-Bh4THzULqSQ7xBp1-f-fq7e_DyUid6e2sPnIN13kw6Tqv1JJ1j9tXuBR4qwnoeOtl76hbNHgEGOegyUsNyoYDYPcXhUm0tPXMGnRArVw7ww_kAILaB4P5ih8yIi2yhry4_DiKh/s320/06122009512.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416218784858106770" /></a><br />The world is always changing, and we have to know how to deal with it otherwise we`ll be lost or have huge problems .<br />Sometimes, it`s better to face life than to run away leaving your problems behind hoping everything will get better or disappear, which is not the most conscious decision to make .<br />Life is very very very complex .No one knows anything about it, of course we know a little bit but since we were born everyone is teaching us how to think and how to act but how the hell can we be sure they know what they are talking without a valid proof ?<br />Who am I? What am I doing on earth ? Someday, will I be able to have friends from other plants ? Am I really in love or it`s just an illusion ? Do I really care about the others or it`s just crap ? Did someone make a brainwashing during my childhood ?<br />I have no idea how to answer to all of these questions, the only thing I am sure is that the society have always manipulated us and it`ll keep going like this. Do we really love dresses or it`s just because everyone thinks it`s beautiful and charming that it`s going to be one of the best clothes to wear ? And what about pink, is it only for girls and homossexuals? Only because someone said that ? These stereotypes are starting to kill me . Everyone should have the right to think by themselves and to act in the way they think is the best one without wondering how they are going to be accepted or excluded from our society .<br />Why do people have to criticise the others, arent they good enough to look before who they are and then to worry about the others` life ? It`s driving me crazy how we all know it and we keep ignoring it...<br />Why do people who cares about you keep lying to not hurt you and the ones who doesn`t even know you are corageous enough to tell on your face their opinion and sometimes the ones who loves you the most finish by disppointing you because deep inside they know we are going to forgive them because it was because they cared about you . HOW THE HELL CAN WE KNOW THESE THINGS ? I FINISH BY ADDING THAT LIFE IS A MYSTERY AND WE KNOW NOTHING ABOUT IT. SO LETS TRY TO FIGURE IT OUT AND MAKE SOMETHING REALLY GOOD OF IT .itsnotapieceofcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04852969041753440257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978688163034190615.post-53953985447431408952009-10-21T09:17:00.001-07:002010-04-15T17:32:05.748-07:00I'm your JulietDid you ever fall for someone you know you shouldn't? Trying hard to fight against your feelings, but you just couldn't? You fall deeper with each passing day, But try to hide it in every possible way. He's only a friend, and nothing else--That's the lie you keeping telling yourself.You keep on saying he's just a bud,But deep inside, you're falling in love.You get so giddy when you meet his eyes,But keep reminding yourself it isn't right.A simple glance turns into a stare,But you pretend that you don't care.It's "not right" for you two to be.Is that why you hide it so no one can see?But how long will you pretend?Keep lying that he's just a friend?Perhaps your feelings you can never show.Perhaps it's "wrong" for him to know.Your friendship can't be risked over this,<br /><br />So being his girl is an impossible wish...itsnotapieceofcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04852969041753440257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978688163034190615.post-26089929194413589362009-10-21T08:18:00.000-07:002010-04-15T16:51:51.639-07:00Thoughts of the week<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaHqxkWhLsytthOkadhphhHcsSHXQ6t0UtX_V5bBTJtHZzjvKjPUTwDYdH9EkfieCCnMSoKQE61Ua-P_4C3PRMxXnikM33GQ60Yh4ZDQYyehacuSsS4pPu90bLfJPsX-tWI6LYT3OnoCgX/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+(2)+de+TETYS+271.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaHqxkWhLsytthOkadhphhHcsSHXQ6t0UtX_V5bBTJtHZzjvKjPUTwDYdH9EkfieCCnMSoKQE61Ua-P_4C3PRMxXnikM33GQ60Yh4ZDQYyehacuSsS4pPu90bLfJPsX-tWI6LYT3OnoCgX/s320/C%C3%B3pia+(2)+de+TETYS+271.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395081186897727602" /></a><br />What am I suppose to do when my life is getting harder and harder ?<br />I didn’t realize that one day I’d have to take this decision, the decision that would change my life forever and that I could never come back and retake it again as if I was writing a story, that I could go to the future and then come back .Life isn’t easy at all, and as the years pass by, you realize how good were some moments that you’ve been through during your existence .<br />Your first kiss was under the toboggan on the playground as innocent as it could be .When the glass shower door fell into your body and you are only four-year-old and you can do nothing except to get squatted to protect yourself, this is when you understand that sometimes you are alone even though there’re some people who really love and care about you, these are the worse moments. Because you have to face life face to face and you have to win this battle, otherwise you’ll be such a weak person.<br />When you have to make new friends because you’re going to a new school and that’s all the fault of your father’s job? You shouldn’t live in regrets just because you send an unexpected and unpolite card under your hated neighbor’s door at the age of seven just to make her a joke. <br />Each day, is important for you because the human being has around 29.200 days expected to live. You can always dream but you’ll still have the reality to struggle .And the best way to say “fuck you” to reality is using your imagination. <br />Freud thought that the persons were moved by their unconscious, is that true? Perharps.<br />The words are crucial for us to communicate, it’s a way to say what you think, how you feel, what you’ve learned, to express yourself, etc .But the words have an important place for us in our brain because these words make us act and our actions make us think, it’s an exchange for the best .<br />I never thought one day I would miss the old days when I had nothing to worry about, it was just my happiness and I, what a perfect couple!<br />The matter is, my future is now and it’s important to know what I’m going to become and what I want to do .<br />Perhaps, I should move into the south and make my senior year there and then come back to SP to go to Malibu and have a good time with my friends and practice my English..Well maybe it’s the best choice for me.And the last thing I'd do is disappoint the people I love the most .<br />“MALIBU: A WAY OF LIFE” hahahaha jk guys.itsnotapieceofcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04852969041753440257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978688163034190615.post-45464751532448997112009-10-11T08:51:00.001-07:002009-10-11T09:25:26.104-07:00Picadilly Circus<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvoDhZh9oODdAJjlgyeGnjhyphenhyphenZCkcTQWOMBSpNWM4hCxxoOPLmorD-wr4xQbpALCvP9kVWZFLfq3aTyrcpEEj0QY4TW8__meKaTcyM34jrOb3_qf1ZYGIuVhSYKRImKac_v9J-M2VcXIGjw/s1600-h/picadilly.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvoDhZh9oODdAJjlgyeGnjhyphenhyphenZCkcTQWOMBSpNWM4hCxxoOPLmorD-wr4xQbpALCvP9kVWZFLfq3aTyrcpEEj0QY4TW8__meKaTcyM34jrOb3_qf1ZYGIuVhSYKRImKac_v9J-M2VcXIGjw/s320/picadilly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391370663689918098" /></a><br />An unsightly place.<br />Delicate streams of a fountain<br />Arch into a Victorian statue,<br />Surrounded by old streetlamps<br />Whose hazy light<br />Picks up the water<br />But the cupid is lost up in the darkness<br />Beyond which the neon<br />And back-lit advertisements<br />Have lost their appeal<br />Except to throngs of tourists<br />And youth attracted by arcades.<br />Not so much a place<br />As a convergence of routes.itsnotapieceofcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04852969041753440257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978688163034190615.post-19733178574229006762009-10-11T08:33:00.000-07:002009-10-11T08:51:02.440-07:00Tower of London<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2YSQsc9cq2M7sz7GttSc5ZOmZ2JzrNQ-XySvyfxywgNWvX9bvdODP_SjOUNGoEQq1uel8Syx4Lx8P3h-HPZBfRVZmLvGdolNukq2x0sm5KNtwwEfeh6o3E_8z0eOMqTKauulPDZIUmcJr/s1600-h/DSC09180.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2YSQsc9cq2M7sz7GttSc5ZOmZ2JzrNQ-XySvyfxywgNWvX9bvdODP_SjOUNGoEQq1uel8Syx4Lx8P3h-HPZBfRVZmLvGdolNukq2x0sm5KNtwwEfeh6o3E_8z0eOMqTKauulPDZIUmcJr/s320/DSC09180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391369248067230066" /></a><br /><br />Walking over Suicide Bridge<br />I would leap off<br />In flight<br />With arms outstretched<br />Into the beautiful blue yonder<br />And a flurry of golden autumn leaves<br />To send me into a white oblivion.itsnotapieceofcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04852969041753440257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978688163034190615.post-76708169329092168392009-10-11T07:29:00.000-07:002010-08-07T04:37:20.490-07:00Meu ponto de vista<P>Se apaixonar acontece com todo ser humano <EM>normal</EM> (brincadeira), é um sentimento que todos um dia sentimos ou sentiremos; o amor nem sempre é como em contos de fadas com príncipes, princesas e um «viveram felizes para sempre». Aqui é a vida real, então devemos aprender que nem tudo é como parece ser, e que as pessoas são muito mais complexas do que havíamos imaginado. Um dia elas podem te amar e no outro te odiar, um amor nem sempre é correspondido, mas é preciso aprender a viver assim mesmo. Chorar pode aliviar uma dor que esteja presa no fundo de nos, pode acabar nos fazendo bem. Conselhos bobinhos podem te dizer o que você já sabe; mas ouvindo de outra pessoa ajuda mais do que vindo de si mesmo, ignorando o que voce pensa achando estar errado . </P><P>O que seriamos sem amor? Pessoas crueis e sem alma? Quem sabe… E o que é o amor ?Nos podemos senti-lo mas nao sabemos descreve-lo. perguntas e mais perguntas aparecem .</P>itsnotapieceofcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04852969041753440257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978688163034190615.post-2750233234674276432009-10-11T07:23:00.000-07:002009-10-11T07:59:52.074-07:00PIRATES AND PRINCESSES, FROGS AND WHITE HORSES , YOU AND ME TOGETHER.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiszF3qq7R0K68PVECI8-j1313DlOa8NEGIIQNN0f1oiY4kJbBSNjb7w6OpieIVUb2K_PbzIcAA6dL3_K1qL5HjFcZBc6S4T8eustVK1_KWR_Fcyw-iPpgLqj0vOvBbvPut0SVvkdhyg2B6/s1600-h/fraaan.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiszF3qq7R0K68PVECI8-j1313DlOa8NEGIIQNN0f1oiY4kJbBSNjb7w6OpieIVUb2K_PbzIcAA6dL3_K1qL5HjFcZBc6S4T8eustVK1_KWR_Fcyw-iPpgLqj0vOvBbvPut0SVvkdhyg2B6/s320/fraaan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391354839880815858" /></a><br />Do you really have to destroy every little memory of when it was you and me ? Don’t you feel sorry deep inside for the decisions we have made ? Have you ever truly loved me ? Do you think we can leave the past behind and live our love ? Why making me cry makes you so damn happy ?<br />Maybe I should just say fuck you with your girlfriends, but I wouldn’t mean it .Do you think we shall live our happy story with pirates and princesses, with frogs and white horses, with you and me together ?<br />Or perhaps our friendship will end because we were too foolish .<br />We had ups and downs, moments of happiness that I’ll always keep inside of my heart like the day we’ve met .<br />I think my life would be incomplete without you by my side .I never loved someone like I love you. I can kiss thousands of guys but none of them will be like you .It sounds lame, but true .<br />If I could I would make a machine to go back on time, just to be with you .<br />My heart founds his place with yours, but you might be too childish to understand .<br />When we played under the rain together and you won the play, but I didn’t care because I had you there .<br /><br /><p>The story is getting old .<br /></p><p>Vicky.</p><p>ps: deep inside you'll still be my romeo .</p><p><br /></p>itsnotapieceofcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04852969041753440257noreply@blogger.com0