A pleasant call

The day before yesterday, a friend of mine from the UK, Z, called me to catch up. We met over the Internet, and since then (about three or four years ago), we call each other, whether to practise my english and his spanish, to catch up on each other's life, to say Merry Christmas or Happy New Year, or drunk dials -hehe, I have a message of him in my answering machine, where he is totally wasted, hahaha-. One of the subjects we talked about was employment rates and salaries. Well, he was quite amused and shocked with the salaries you get here in Uruguay. In England, an average salary is about 4000 U$D, while in Uruguay, you can mantain a house on your own with a 400 U$D salary -as a good payment-. On the other hand, cost of life is way more cheap here than in the UK -or Europe-, besides it's a matter of logic and reason because of our wages, altough in terms of technology costs are almost the same. So he wanted to invest here -on a banana plantation, if García Márquez hears, he would have a heart attack-, or at least work here to gain experience. And he encountered two difficulties:

  • His spanish is quite limited, we joked about he working as a dish washer.
  • Payment is low, but if it is a salary good enough for living here, that wouldn't be an issue.
He asked me where could i find a Spanish institute for foreigners, which i have no idea. And changing the subject, he went to see Interpol's recital, and when he asked me what music I was listening to, I said I've become an "Indie" Girl. - "What the hell happened to you? You used to be more hardcore, you know" - "Well, you know, I softened up" Hehehehe. He also told me he worked as an art ankerman in Australia for about three months, and he's trying to make work out a long distance relationship with a girl there -that's his bad karma, ot wouldn't be the first time that occurs to him the fact of having a long distance relationship-. I would like to help him, but i dunno how to advice him if i never had that kind of love. We talked about two more hours, but the interesting part of the chat is there, the other stuff are dillusional thoughts of both of us, hehe. See ya!


Economic Models Explained With Cows


You have 2 cows. You give one to your neighbor.


You have 2 cows. The State takes both and gives you some milk.


You have 2 cows. The State takes both and sells you some milk.


You have 2 cows. The State takes both and shoots you.


You have 2 cows. The State takes both, shoots one, milks the other, and then throws the

milk away.


You have two cows. You sell one and buy a bull. Your herd multiplies, and the economy grows. You sell them and retire on the income.


You have two giraffes. The government requires you to take harmonica lessons.


You have two cows. You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows. Later, you hire a consultant to analyze why the cow has dropped dead.


You have two cows. You sell three of them to your publicly listed company, using letters of credit opened by your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute a debt/equity swap with an associated general offer so that you get all four cows back, with a tax exemption for five cows. The milk rights of the six cows are transferred via an intermediary to a Cayman Island Company secretly owned by the majority shareholder who sells the rights to all seven cows back to your listed company. The annual report says the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more. You sell one cow to buy a new president of the United States, leaving you with nine cows. No balance sheet provided with the release.

The public then buys your bull.


You have two cows. You shred them.


You have two cows. You go on strike, organize a riot, and block the roads, because you want three cows.


You have two cows. You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk. You then create a clever cow cartoon image called 'Cowkimon' and market it worldwide.


You have two cows. You re-engineer them so they live for 100 years, eat once a month, and milk themselves.


You have two cows, but you don't know where they are. You decide to have lunch.


You have two cows. You count them and learn you have five cows. You count them again and learn you have 42 cows. You count them again and learn you have 2 cows. You stop counting cows and open another bottle of vodka.


You have 5000 cows. None of them belong to you. You charge the owners for storing them.


You have two cows. You have 300 people milking them. You claim that you have full employment, and high bovine productivity. You arrest the newsman who reported the real situation.


You have two cows. You worship them.


You have two cows. Both are mad.


Everyone thinks you have lots of cows. You tell them that you have none. No-one believes you, so they bomb the **** out of you and invade your country. You still have no cows, but at least now you are part of a Democracy.


You have two cows. Business seems pretty good. You close the office and go for a few beers to celebrate.


You have two cows. The one on the left looks very attractive.



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Real life signs, written by people in different countries struggling to make themselves in english.

  • In a remote Scottish harbour: “For sale boat single owner green in colour.”
  • At Budapest’s zoo: “Please do not feed the animals. If you have any suitable food, give it to the guard on duty.”
  • In a Polish hotel: “As for the trout served you at the Hotel Monopol, you will be singing its praises to your grandchildren as you lie on your deathbed.”
  • In an Athens hotel: “If you consider our help impolite, you should see the manager.”
  • A Rome laundry suggests: “Ladies, leave your clothes here and spend the afternoon having a good time.”
  • Sign in a Norwegian lounge: “Ladies are requested not to have children in the bar.”
  • An airline ticket office in Copenhagen reminds you: “We take your bags and send them in all directions.”
  • In a certain African hotel you may choose between: “A room with a view on the sea or the backside of the country.”
  • A sign on a clothing store in Brussels reads: “Come inside and have a fit.”
  • Notice posted on a Romanian hotel elevator: “The lift is being fixed for the next days. During that time we regret that you will be unbearable.”


Bilingual joke


1 - Basic Module.

In spanish: Tres brujas miran tres relojes Swatch. ¿Qué bruja mira qué reloj?

In english: Three witches watch three Swatch watches. Which witch watch which Swatch watch?

2 - Advanced Module.

In spanish: Tres brujas travestis miran los botones de tres relojes Swatch. ¿Qué bruja travesti mira los botones de que reloj Swatch?

In english: Three switched witches watch three Swatch watch switches. Which switched witch watch which Swatch watch switch?.

3 - Experts module

In spanish: Tres brujas suecas transexuales miran los botones de tres relojes Swatch suizos. ¿Qué bruja sueca transexual mira a qué botón de qué reloj Swatch suizo?

In english: Three Swedish switched witches watch three Swiss Swatch watch switches. Which Swedish switched witch watch which Swiss Swatch watch switch?


A Series of Tubes

There is a running joke on the Internet in certain nerdy (in a good way) sites about the Internet being a series of tubes. Some of you may know about this, some may not. This joke was inspired in the words of Senator Ted Stevens when discussing an amendment that would have prohibited ISPs from charging fees to give some companies higher priority access to their networks. His words are just ludicrous and are really something to remember.

“Ten movies streaming across that, that Internet, and what happens to your own personal Internet? I just the other day got... an Internet was sent by my staff at 10 o'clock in the morning on Friday, I got it yesterday. Why? Because it got tangled up with all these things going on the Internet commercially.

[...] They want to deliver vast amounts of information over the Internet. And again, the Internet is not something that you just dump something on. It's not a big truck. It's a series of tubes. And if you don't understand, those tubes can be filled and if they are filled, when you put your message in, it gets in line and it's going to be delayed by anyone that puts into that tube enormous amounts of material, enormous amounts of material”

Even more thought-provoking is the fact that people like Senator Stevens take decisions about technological issues when they are clearly not capable of doing so. Decisions regarding the Internet may have an impact on the whole world, not just the US. And the rest of the world can’t do anything about it.



Hi everyone! Just wanted to share this poster with you. Have fun!


X- Files Remix

The truth is out there (go find it)


Love Chain

Amor, on his blog, published this chain, that i liked a lot, so i will follow it:

  • Pick the closest book, go to page 18, and transliterate the fourth line: "...elásticas sutilezas de los tiempos verbales habrían..." (Las intermitencias de la muerte, of José Saramago, Nobel award of Literature, Lisboa, 2005).
  • What was the last thing you saw on TV?: A rank of the top ten animals which created better techniques of survival. Not suitable for lunch.
  • Beside the noise of the PC, what do you hear?: The orchestal soundtrack of the game Final Fantasy VII, it fascinates me.
  • When did you go out last time , and where did you go?: To the seaside (rambla) twice this day, on the morning and in the afternoon, with different friends.
  • What are you wearing now?: A wool pink shirt, and brown trousers, with pink shoes.
  • When did you laugh last time?: All day.
  • What is in the wall in the room you are located now?: A painting made of my mom, a chinese symbol of autumm in lilac, and a lot of bookshelves.
  • Did you see something weird today?: A widget to do widgets. That's something without reason.
  • What was the last movie you saw?: I catched a double pack of AXN with The Patriot, and Braveheart. Aweeeesomeeee.
  • If you become a billionaire tonight, what would be the first thing you buy?: A house. And a lot of bookshelves.
  • Tell us something of you that we don't know: I'm amazingly lazy.
  • Do you like to dance?: Yes, a lot, and different styles and types of music too. But only when i'm at a discotheque.
  • What names would you pick for a boy and a girl?: Gabriel and Celeste. And Andrés too.
  • Did you planned to live abroad?: Yes, at some point in my life. But i love my country.
  • What would you like to hear from God when you reach paradise?: "Tell St. Peter that this must be a mistake" (Face of amusement) O_O "Hahahaha, that was a joke, welcome".



Take the Role-Playing Stereotype quiz.
Take the Villain quiz.


Three lawyer jokes

1) A lawyer was driving his big BMW down the highway, singing to himself, "I love my BMW, I love my BMW." Focusing on his car, not his driving, he smashed into a tree. He miraculously survived, but his car was totaled. "My BMW! My BMW!" he sobbed. A good Samaritan drove by and cried out, "Sir, sir, you're bleeding! And my god, your left arm is gone!" The lawyer, horrified, screamed "My Rolex! My Rolex!" 2) A doctor and a lawyer were attending a cocktail party when the doctor was approached by a man who asked advice on how to handle his ulcer. The doctor mumbled some medical advice, then turned to the lawyer and asked, "How do you handle the situation when you are asked for advice during a social function?" "Just send a bill for such advice" replied the lawyer. On the next morning the doctor arrived at his surgery and issued the ulcer-stricken man a $50 bill. That afternoon he received a $100 bill from the lawyer. 3) A gang of robbers broke into a lawyer's club by mistake. The old legal lions gave them a fight for their life and their money. The gang was very happy to escape. "It ain't so bad," one crook noted. "We got $25 between us." The boss screamed: "I warned you to stay clear of lawyers -- we had $100 when we broke in!"


Don't know what to wear

I'm in such a rush, and i don't know what to wear. It's as simple as this: When you're on a hurry, you don't find anything properly to go out to the streets without being locked in a mental house. If you're not in a hurry, nothing fits you properly, so you think you have to buy new clothes (and, obviously, you lack the money for it). Some days you look yourself at the mirror and you like what you're wearing, but usually it doesn't happen most of the time. I completely assumed this situation. So now i have to think fast to put something decent on me and go out. Think think think think think think think...... Eureka!!!!!!! The same pair of jeans, and the usual black long sleeves T-Shirt. The combo that is usually called: Troyan horse, because it's for battle. Everyone has this clothing combo that knows it fits you perfectly. What's yours?



I'm feeling bored of having this blog, I'll put a survey, if someone wants this blog to survive, vote for it!! I can't think in english, besides, it bores me to think in english in the way that i'm participating in too many blogs. So, the power resides in you!!!!


Dare to be different

I always thought that routine is so much boring, that you should do something everyday to break it. For example, today I polished a metal box, drawed a tribal dragon on my jeans (to paint it after I finish this), and read a part of a book at 9 am. It's not that I'm trying not to get bored, I'm trying to do something unusual, because spices life up. Actually, it's a simple concept. You do something unusual once a week for example. Not the same day every week, but try to do it often, so you'll feel better about yourself, even if you're stressed out. Not much though, just little things to lift the every day burden.


Now he's ok

Poor kid, i was hoping that he would get better last days, but since two days ago, he was in the hospital. His name is Bruno, and he's an adorable kiddo. And he deserves the best. Thank god he's ok now, but seems that he went through hell. I Still want that Croqueta Fest :D



When I was a teen, I adored this guys. I even tried to go to one of the argentina concerts (but I was a minor, so I couldn't leave the country without permission of my parents, I didn't had passport then). My first own bought Cd, was the "S&M" Cds that I treasure the most. But then, with the St. Anger cd, and the going of Jason Newsted, I got bored. Really, I mean, everything ok with the reaaly heavy-trash metal. I do like their first cds, but my ears can't tolerate the St. Anger. Sorry. Anyway.. I'd leave you this:


Calvin and Hobbes

Random - Shuffle

Sometimes I think life is random and shuffle. Not intentionally, but some things do happen by chance. Thing is, I have friends abroad. And at least three of them are coming to Uruguay in september. I'm afraid if they come on a week that i have exams, i won't be able to pay them too much attention. And chances are, they will not come again to this country. Shit.


Eight things I've learned about pipes

Since the eight rarities game can be donde anytime you like, there are eight things I've learned about piepd that I would like to share:

  1. Cleaning method: You have to clean the pipe when it's dry and cold.
  2. To put the tobacco in the pipe, there's a saying that preys: First third, you put the tobacco with the hands of a child (non-tight). Second third, you put the tobacco with the hands of a woman (medium tight). And last, you put the tobacco with the hand of a man (tight enough).
  3. Have to use two matches to light it: First, you light everything, and then tight the tobacco (even if it turns off), second one, just in the middle of the pipe.
  4. There are blends of tobacco: Virginia is the most regular and neutral blend; the Burley blend it's a litlle more stronger than Virginia; Cavendish it's any sweet blend; Oriental ones are turkish, spicy and not sweet tobaccos; Latakia are also like Oriental, but they are smoked on the preparation of it; and Perique blend, it's an acid blend, original from a certain part of the U.S.
  5. How to smoke it: You don't swallow the smoke. At all.
  6. Cut style: Ready rubbed cut is a very small cut; Flake is a flake-like cut; Ribbon, very common in the Americas (like the ready rubbed); Rough cut, big pieces of tobacco; Cube cut; and the Twist.
  7. My type of pipe: Billiard small bowl size
  8. Depends on the time of the day of your smoke, the taste that the tobacco will assemble to: Not the same taste if you smoke a pipe at 9 am than 9 pm.
Have good smokes!!


Talking to a friend...

... I realized that long distances aren't so long, that you could be hugging someone no matter how far this person is, that feelings travel along light and sound distances, you can hear what that person speaks, like if it was whispering to your ear. Being friend to someone can pass tenderness through the sound of the keypad. Yeap, I'm chatting.


To drink a Coke, or not to drink

There is, indeed, seven situations when it's nice to drink a Coke. I'm a huge fan of Coke, since I was young. Well, here they are:

  1. When you have a hangover: You drank all night long, wake up in the morning, and nothing seems the best for you to have a Coke on the refrigerator.
  2. When you walk a lot: Maybe you have thirst, but there it's nothing in the world like the sensation of sweetness passing on your throat.
  3. When you are in an incommodious situation: Nothing better than not having an opinion, glass in hand, and nod with your head.
  4. Birthdays: It's always expected on birthdays to drink a nice, smooth, glassed filled with Coke (but, usually, it's warmer because hours passed by since the refrigerator).
  5. Sickness: Lying in the bed, claiming for a Doctor, and a frozen Coke.
  6. Reunion with friends: Non-drinkers appreciate the fact that someone buys a Coke in reunions.
  7. Reunion with family: Your aunt it's talking about nonsense, and you wish mother earth can open a hole in the floor and swallow you, but your closest thing to that it's not answering by putting indefinetely your mouth in a huge glass filled with Coke.
And the Coke Song!!!!


A man can do the difference

This image it's quite touching. I really think people can make a difference in the day a day, not only in war crisis.
This photo is memorable. Try to never forget that the actions that we do probably will affect others that surround us.



Sometimes, when i'm bored, fascinated or dillusional, i like to take some pictures. This ones are from my father's house, having lunch. Enjoy.

Love and friendship

It's hard to understand the barrier between friendship and love. For instance, between my best friend and I, we had a problem (years ago) about that subject. I really got hurt with that situation, because he blamed me about that, when it was our fault. Thing is, actually, when you're on the situation, it's hard to see what's really happening. You loose sense of reality. It's not fair, but it is what it is. Honestly, i'd rather prefer not to be on that situation. With my best friend resolved to stay as that (he said that he didn't wanted to hurt my feelings, son of a bitch). And whenever that topic show up, he tries to avoid it. I'm not accusing him of nothing, i just said it happened, there is no reason to avoid it. Maybe it's harder for me to forgive than forget. But it isn't fair to him to play with my feelings and then act like nothing happened. Sorry, but it's the truth. If you read this, my friend, you know what i feel now. I'm trying to close things from the past. I hope you can understand that.


Amazing how people change (or not)

The other day, going out to smoke (because you can't smoke on discotheques here), and I met Hiara on the walkway. Hiara was a friend of mine on high school, six or seven years passed by without knowing anything of her (for the exception that she was growing big).

The only thing that teared us apart was the fact that she talked horrendous things about me on my back. And she didn't changed at all, because when we stopped talking, she whispered something on her friend's ear.

I'm sure it was about me.


The bus

Never happened to you that one day you get into the bus, in a cranky mood, and suddenly you're in a bus packed up of people? Fuck, I almost fainted today. I hate going on the bus on the afternoon. Besides, smelling that penetrating smell of a huge lack of deodorant is terrible. And there is always an old lady that pushes people with the umbrella on a great sunny day. Fuck.


Improvised song

The other day, singing with my sister, we laughed about the fact that it doesn't exist a song where you can't forget the lyrics. And the song improvised it's called "Wololo". It's catchy. Try to sing everything saying Wololo. Hahahaha. And try it with a lot of G, A, and Em on the tabs, and you'll come up with a Beach Boys wololo song. Hahahaha.

The Kid and City Lights

The day before yesterday I saw the both movies mentioned on the title of this post. Both of Charles Chaplin.
Both great movies, where Chaplin plays the Tramp, best role ever, and the last mute movies he made (at least City Lights). Never saw Chaplin before, but the humor is universal.
I loved the filmographic resources used on both movies. The in's and out's of every shot, the simplicity of moves, and the same time so complex. I surely recommend both of them.


New design...

I've changed the prior layout for this one... It's name is "Tequila" and i love it!!. Besides can't think anything in english, i'm sort in a dumbness, which i can't get out of it. Need some time to re think things, and post them in english. And my plans to go to Mendoza are over, because i couldn't talk with my british friend.... sniff snifff. Maybe i'll tell later my plans for tonight, which includes a lot of electronic music (if i don't get a nap, at 4 am i'll be in bed, hehehe).


The creation of the universe..

Lately i've been reading a lot about this. So i've found a Wikipedia article that seemed interesting to me. In the history, a lot of theories about the creation of the universe had been created, but none of them seemed too much convincing to me. At least the one that convinces me the most it's the Big Bang theory. But, then, I've read a Quechua history about the creation of the universe (i don't link it because it's in spanish, i'll link it if you want). And it's quite similat to the creation of the world related to the Holy Bible. And similar to the Silmarillion of J.R.R. Tolkien. I personally don't believe in the church, neither in god. I believe there's a balance in the Universe, a ying and a yang. And i also believe in Murphy's laws, no one can deny this laws are always respected.


The water

Water is a pure element, nitid, clear, that brings life or removes it from eath. I do like water, but when is under control. Nothing can achieve what water does. What is our planet made of? Earth and water. And with pollution, and global heat, we have more water than we need. I saw a documentary about Katrina the other day. There are still victims that didn’t got aid from the government, and that’s quite awful from the United States of America, that say from itself that is a great country, but doesn’t help their nationals. People that is expecting a trailer to live almost for a year. And in April a great part of Argentina and Uruguay suffered floods (yesterday all the Black river flooded), but the difference is that we do help our own people. Maybe they should take our example.

One of my nightmares

I had a dream last night. I dreamt I got really lonely, one of my best friends acted like a mad person, and the other one was very comprehensive. In this dream, some friends and I went dancing, and everyone except me got some compasny for the rest of the night, then I decided to go out for a smoke, and started crying out loud, like if I wanted to be listened. Then, the comprehensive best friend came out and asked me what was going on, said nothing, and took me to his department. Instead of sleeping, we drank coffee all night long. Then, he asked me again what was going on, and told him everything. The strange of my dream was that he told me that he was going to marry someone just because he left her pregnant. Just right after I told him I was feeling lonely. As sad as it may look, I did not associate anyone from real life, but seemed so vivid to me that I woke up crying, and I don’t know why.


Little absence

I’d had to write about this, because I’ll be a little gone, for I have to study as much as I can, between today and May 10th. Due to this inconvenience, I’ll leave here tons of things so you can catch up, laugh a little, and not missing me. “I’ll be back” --> Terminator

I'm a messy one

MMmmhh, today I’m thinking on my life, and how it got reflected on my blogs. Seeing my cellphone, I have too many bookmarks on the navigator menu, which they are most links to the other blogs I read. And I also have two more Feed readers, the Google one, and FeedSpirit. On every one of them, I have repeated feeds, and different ones, so I’ve decided to organize them, and put all of them in every place. Then I’ve thought: All in my life are like my bookmarks and feeds, all messed up. On my career, I’ve passed exams from 2nd year to 4th year, but I had left some of the subjects unpassed, which doesn’t allows me to go on my career. On my love life: Every time I have someone new that shows up in my heart, pending ghosts show up too –fucking ex-boyfriends, always showing up on the less adecuate moment-. In my personal life, the same: I’ve pending issues from all times, issues that doesn’t allows me to move on. And all fucked messed up issues, since the death of my grandmother when I was eight years old, until today issues. And I have to reorganize that too, because it’s fucking me up. The good news is that I’ve already started doing that. For example, creating a blog helps me out with the writing, which I wanted to do from a long time, I needed to write about everything, even not knowing if someone would listen. And for my surprise, I have a lot of readers, that supports my crazy head. I use the sarcasm as a way of life, ‘cause I know that if a problem is unsolvable, the best you can do is laugh about it.Doesn’t make me a much organized person, ‘cause I don’t solve anything by laughing, but makes me a happy one instead. I’m not complaining about it, only reflecting what I’m thinking.

Poker Night

It’s difficult to me to say something sarcastic in english, without loosing the essence of I was trying to say. I’d like to think this is happening because this posts are my firsts posts in english. I’ll try to do it. I remembered the first day I met the guys from law school, the ones that constitutes my new set of friends, which I met last year, I have other friends that I met before, but I’m not talking about them today. We went to a common friend’s house, and they’d invited me to play Poker. When I’d arrived, I’d tried to integrate myself into that group participating on the poker game, because I didn’t knew anyone –the only exception was a girl friend, and then later on, we went on vacations with her and some other friends from that group of people-. So I let myself in, paying the $20 fee to enter the game. Note: The only times I had played poker before that evening, was a day when my friends and I ditched classes, and went to McDonalds to play cards, watching the soccer world cup, I think France 98. And the watching play poker on the ESPN and Celebrity Poker Showdown. And nothing else. So, I was saying, I let myself in that game. And I left everyone without a penny. You can say it was begginer’s luck. Nooooooo, haha. We played poker about three or four hours long, and I won almost everything, (even betting high to put someone out of the game). I’ve started with $20, and I left the table with $187. Hahaha. Muahahahahaha. And the next days, everyone talked to me, but anyone wants to play cards with me any longer. It’s amazing how I remembered poker rules. In two weeks from now, they will have another poker night. And they’ve invited me again. MUAHAHAHAHAHA.


I always have hard time trying to sleep when I had slept too much during the last night. Always found refreshing to think deep about stuff that isn’t important to anyone. Like the answer to the question of why the red is red and the green is green.Why the green is not red, and the red is not green. And the mixture of both, why is not called violet, and it’s called brown?. I’m thinking on that, among other stuff. I can’t sleep, and that makes me very reflexive. I’m thinking also that I have to download some laws from internet, but I don’t know which ones, I’ll have to update my law’s list. I also have to download the PostData cd, that they gave me the link yesterday. I have to the conference of author’s rights the day after tomorrow, and I have to inscribe myself today on that. I definitely need a cigarette. I need to print some stuff. I’d love to be in bed right now. I certainly have to talk to one of my best friends and ask her if she solved her things with a friend of hers, or if she will have an inmediate death because of that. I need to study a lot of things that I’ve got behind. I need to philosofy about the whereabouts of my life, and if I will pursue some of my dreams. I need to get a job. I have to finish my novel. I would like to meet someone famous. I would like to have a crystal ball and a lava lamp. I would like to learn some Russian. I have to travel soon, if I don’t, I would get mad. I’m nuts. I’m sayin’ nonsense. I should go to bed. Right now it’s 3 am, and I’ll have to go to classes at 10 am.



I've heard about the asian guy who slaughtered a lot of people. What does it matter if it is asian, european, african or amercian? It's part of the "yankee" culture to discriminate outsiders. And it's logical, we steal their jobs, populate their schools and universities, change their culture, and so on. But it isn't fair to us either, because when you go out of your country, you don't do it wanting it, you'll rather prefer to live in your country, but the country you leave doesn't gives you a bunch of opportunities. And it's awful to start over again, being away from family and friends. It's important to have all in consideration. And yankees don't most of the times. Luckly for me, i don't have to go out to earn my food.



How many times do we dream anything, asking it would be accomplished? I dream awake a lot, and I like that, for the exception that they are only dreams. But in my litlle effort to accomplish that dreams, I'm doing all in my reach to stop dreaming and put that dreams into action. So, here i am, not knowing what to do next. And saying nonsense, hahaha

Amazing start

Hey, how are you? I was telling people that i should start a blog in english, so I did. Welcome to my life, haha.