Yes, another one on the protests

I know … probably you’ve heard everything about it, or maybe you have just begun on to it, but I just felt I should say something about it. Something about what is going on in this country and perhaps appoligize for those who know nothing about being civilized.

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Maybe you saw it – it says It’s not just about 20¢ It’s about rights. People are saying the ‘giant’ has awaken. You’ve seen videos of people protesting, and maybe even breazilians protesting in your town like in Gold Coast, Australia Imagem

and Dublin, Ireland Imagem

and Westminster Abbey in London

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For sure other cities too, but these are the ones I saw and have friends who are in touch. See, that’s the model, that’s right. You’ve gotta be peaceful. Violence is already being made by politicians verbaly and the police just acts on that.

You can see videos like this and this and, for those who understand Portuguese, there is this one (which has more information about national and international protests) and this one (with English subs). You can also read it here and here. And maybe if you start ‘googling’ it and going through many different tv channels, you’ll get a hint of what it going on.

I find this idea really great. We need to do it. But we are the ones who supported it. Why not protesting when we were chosen for the World Cup and the Olympics?! Why not protesting when corrupted politicians get elected?! Why now?! Maybe it’s because we got to mobilize more people now. Maybe it’s because it is a real shame to spend $1.5 billion in a stadium. But is also a shame to be INSIDE that stadium and boo your country president. It is a shame to be among the protests and turn into violence. It is a shame to just sit and hold back.

Protests are essencial on fighting what is wrong. People are too angry, too fed up and too disturbed to let everything continue the way it is. The last time it happened was over 20 years ago when students went out to the streets and impeached Fernando Collor, the president at the time. They did it because, even though they were not the majority, they were the ones making some noise and they were the ones to start it. Soon, the population got together, they fought hand in hand and made the ‘highest power’ in the country play it by the book. They were united in one goal, and so are we at this time again, over 20 years later.

This has gone far too long. The government cannot continue acting the way they are used to it. Either we take our president out or we take her out. THIS IS THE ONLY CHOICE NOW!! Let me emphasize it again: IT’S NOT JUST 20¢ !!! It was in the beginning!! Weeks ago there were protests to reduce the bus fares. It helped. But then the government rises it again. The people are not fools. The people are not dead. The people are not dumb. We are alive, we have awaken, we have been gathering strength and this is not going to continue as a circus anymore. We are not going to rest and we are going to make it right.

I support the video of foreigners not coming to Brazil during the World Cup and the Olympics. These are great and admirable events, but EVERYONE knows that Brazil does not have the necessary infrastructure to uphold all this. We do not have enough ways to support this: if you’re coming, do you really think you’re going to be able to catch a plane from one state to another with no problems?! We face problems when buying tickets in advance, imagine at the last minute?!?! You think that there is always going to be a hotel available and a room for you to check in?! We don’t have enough for our people when many decide to go on a vacation to the touristic cities and beaches. You think it’s gonna be easy to come here and find hostels, apartments and households to stay in and pay cheaper!?!? THIS IS NOT BRAZIL’S REALITY!!! You think you’re gonna come here and find trains and metro and buses to move from one point to another and arrive in time?!?! We cannot control it with our population, what makes you think it’s gonna be different with all these?!?!?! Again, THIS IS NOT BRAZIL’S REALITY!!! Tickets for the games are absurd, they are going to be – and already are – too expensive!! Do you think this is good for us?!?! If it were good you’d probably see EVERYONE in the stadiums. But no, it’s not good. The poor people will not even be able to be near the stadiums. Do you think a parent would give up buying food for their children to buy a ticket to watch the game?! Of course not. Do you think a parent would give up buying their kids a treat to watch the games?! Of course not. Well, that’s our reality!! That’s how much a ticket would cost for Brazilians and that’s why there are not going to be so many brazilians during the Cup and Olympics, even though they will be held in our country. How ironic is that right?!?!?!

Our reality is far behind. We have terrible traffic jams because people are not concious enough to commute, they don’t think about the time spent on traffics. We don’t have enugh Hotels, not even hostels; and the ones that we have are either almost down to the floor or too expensive. There is robbery, there is corruption, there is a huge gap in our social living. Millions of people starve each day, and these are the people who are illiterate. Do you know what is the most disturbing for Brazil?! If you know how to write your name you are literate. How are we supposed to be proud of a government who accepts that?! THAT is the only reason our illiteracy rate is so low.

The Mané Garrincha stadium – the one in Brasilia where the opening cerimony happened – is the most expensive stadium ever built to hold this type of event and guess what – Brasilia doesn’t even have a great soccer team to use that stadium afte all these events. There is no great event year-round in Brasilia to support the idea of building that stadium there. But it was built and we did nothing. We accepted the idea it was going to be built there and we sat in our homes just nagging about, talking to everyone and just saying that was  not right. But we did not mobilize. The word was out and we were ‘sleeping’. Gladly we are awake now and this cannot continue like this.

The first time I traveled to Canada was in 2006. I stayed at a woman’s house who actually liked Lula. That got me so bad and angry because she would only see the ‘great guy he was for Brazil’s economy and advance’. I broke it to her. I told her about all the facts shown and not shown by the media, the corrucption, the money and worse the promises not fulfilled. How are we supposed to be proud of governments who say that improving health is refurbishing the waiting rooms in hospitals?! How are we supposed to be proud of governments who see no wrong in stealing from its people?! Governments who think they’ll be fine in a couple of weeks and all is gone. Some people are saying that this will soon be over. Well, I really hope not. I really hope this goes on to a time in history where the public realized their power and the change we can make in our country. I hope people realize that we do not need to put the least worse candidate in power. I hope people realize that what we have here is the opportunity to clean this up, make it a better country and be ready to do everything with a clear conscience that we have voted on the best, most honest and right person for the government. Probably you laughed now, probably you agreed, probably you have no idea what to do, but I do pray for a day when I can have that!!

The worst enemy of a government is a literate people

Jô Soares

And it’s true!! The more educated people we have in our country, the less we’re going to be fooled. The more people who REALLY know how to read and write, the more people we are going to have who know how to build up their opinions and stand for what they believe. Which means that we’re going to have less people being fooled by ‘government support’ and other things. “Bolsa família”, “bolsa não-sei-o-quê” this has to stop!!! This is not teaching the people to be responsible. This is just teaching them to get dumber by the minute. This is just “having the brazilian way” to solve everything. Put it under the rug. Give it a rest. Please, don’t stop it. There are many people behind supporting this. There are many people supporting every good action, every peacefull movement, every scream shared.

My idea of protesting is giving up soccer as our main sport; is giving up the world cup and olympics; is not spending any more of our money supporting games and going to stadiums and everything else. Yes, it is a shame for you who spent so much money, entered the stadium and then started booing the President. It is a shame, because you supported it, you were in there and you enjoyed what was given to you. Booing inside the stadium was the worst representation of who the brazilian people are!!!

No, I don’t go to protests, and maybe you’ll find myself as a hypocrite but I do what I am best at: I teach my students right and wrong; I give them an awareness on what’s going on in our country; and if they do, I incentive them on going and doing it pacifically. I praise my friends who are bold and brave to be out there. I praise everyone who is out there and I do think it’s noble and intelligent. I’ve seen the pics of peaceful places, of peaceful protests and I agree with that, but I am too scared to be caught in the middle of something I cannot control, to be caught in the middle of a demented and idiotic stupid person who is only there to provoke, who is only there for the ‘fun’, for the ‘mess’, who is only there to ‘make its appearence’.

I support this change. I support this peacefull protest!! I support what’s going on and I am sure many others who are not brave enough to be out there are also with all those who are out on the streets all over the world. I pray you’ll be safe and that this reaches the right proportion we’re hoping for and we can get what is ours of right!!!

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I needed it

Yeah, I’m back at writing. I guess that’s my little scape. Things’ve been stressful and I guess my writing is what gets me a little more centered. I’ve got plans … who doesn’t?! I dream high … and, again, who doesn’t?! I don’t think I am the same. I’ve changed. How?! Still figuring it out. But strangely I feel the same.  I’ve been doing something I’ve always wanted to: I’m writing my own thoughts on movies and musics and everything I like – or dislike – here. No, I’m not a very good writer – not even closest to the greatest – or worst – but I write. I write on a really weird pleasure of getting everything out; I write because it’s easier for the tears to come; I write just because … People go hicking or go walking or go biking or go driving or just go – I just cannot do those things. Health issues – yet – and I’m here (physically on a determined place). I miss just going out for a walk just to think – or just to NOT think. I miss just walking around with nowhere to go. I miss the parks, the squirrels, the places with no noises but happy people. I miss enjoying my books – have I told you I love reading?! In Canada I would just go to a park, sit under a tree and dig into a book. I miss that! I miss enjoying a great book with an even greater soundtrack!! People say doing both if not possible, but I love reading books and listening to songs. I cannot do one thing at a time. Maybe that’s my problem. And a huge one. Too many things at a time, not too many done. I remember that while writing my final thesis for my undergrad I would be doing tons of things – but that turned out pretty good actually … I got 9,5 and my paper in the University Library!! And I would be doing it with a soundtrack, and it really didn’t matter who was playing. But again – that’s not really important. I also miss my sisters. Some days more than others but I still do. I guess I am afraid of being left alone. Which is different from being alone. When you’re alone, you’ve got no one, on your choice. You choose to be with no one for a determined period of space just to try and figure yourself out (it’s what I think). When you’re left alone, you are the consequence of other people’s choice of being alone – or just their choice of deleting people from their facebook page. jk – but the sentence is right. You are the consequence of someone else’s choice on being alone. When you are left alone you find yourself in a not so very pleasant place. For example: when you cannot follow your friends life rythm anymore. When you make a choice of doing something for yourself for once and when you come back, you feel behind, you feel everyone’s on highspeed and you cannot reach they speed. They’re on a 2.0 car and you’re on a 1.0 Impossible on a race. I feel I was left alone by some. Others just decided to meet me at some points of life, even though still being on a very fast car. Others pass me by every now and then and we have a blast. But it’s still a little difficult to see those, who were here, being so far away. Jealousy?! No. Reality kicking actually. But it’s okay, I guess. Life is to be lived and on our best. I am not on my best yet, but maybe I’m getting there. I just need to focus on now. And that seems like a pretty fair goal. Focus on now. Work: now. Family: now. Friends: now – which is the same as new ones. Duties: NOW.

Do you know the meaning of overwhelming?! Yeah! Sometimes that’s how it feels. It’s hard to explain but easy to feel. It’s … overwhelming. What?! Everything and yet nothing. Yeah, makes no sense. But this is life. We’ve all been here. Maybe you haven’t, but one day you’ll see that everything and yet nothing is overwhelming and you feel you cannot cope with anything. And yet you find yourself getting ‘life support’ on the smallest things.

“Bound to stumble and fall but my strength comes not from men at all” (Matisyahu – Miracle)

Why I wrote all this?! I really needed that. Psychiatrists say that writing your feelings and thoughts help on therapies and treatments. Well … it helped. Thank you doc. Hope you have a great week 🙂

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Window Shopping


Any woman who is truly a woman understands this concept! For us is as simple as waking up in the morning! A man, who likes going out with a woman and pleasing her, must be able to truly understand this concept and cope with it!

Window shopping is – and I’m speaking by my understanding and experience of the concept – nothing more than going to a determined area or space with a lot of stores, usually malls, where women pass by the windows, stare at the product, go inside to try it on, won’t take a thing, AND do it repeatedly from store to store with the main goal of not spending a dime! And I think that THAT’S WHY men don’t like window shopping with women =D Curious fact #1: when women window shop they always leave the place with at least one shopping bag! It could be a ring, an earring or something bigger, but they will always have a shopping bag with them!! Curious fact #2: women window shop because: a) of men; b) of problem with men (at work or at home or both); c) of problems in general; d) they are sad; e) they are happy; f) they don’t feel content or fulfilled; g) they are broke; h) it’s a good way of torturing men; i) of all the above together!!!

However, there are women who won’t need window shopping because they’re not out of money, which means they’ve got plenty and more to fulfill every woman’s desire to enter every shop and buy free of guilt everything they see in front of them, and leave the shopping area with their arms full of bags, with huge smiles on their faces and no guilt at all!!!

But you know what would actually be nice?! Window shopping men! You go to a place, lots of guys on windows, you get in, try it out, and if he doesn’t fit your style, well, leave him in the store and just move on to the next one! And if you pay attention, you’ll see that window shopping men would be possible!

For instance, if you’re looking for someone more classy, you just have to go to a high level store! Or if you’re into sk8ers, you’ll find a sk8er store in there. Maybe someone who makes you look good, well, accessories are just down the corner! Someone for a pet, just to play around and make you company on the rainy days and just give love?! Well, there is one in there. Maybe someone who can understand computers and other geek stuff! You see, if you look into our map you will see that computers, furnitures and home depo are just on our 3rd floor. Or maybe you are looking for someone who will just make you loose the grown-up you are and be a kid; or maybe someone who looks so great you can introduce him to your family so they will stop bothering you why you are still single! Perhaps you’ve got a more delicate taste; or my rebellious! Maybe someone who’s not so worried about life, or someone who actually is. But again, having to choose only one is impossible!

For that matter, wouldn’t it be amazing if we could just put them together?! Just put a piece of this one, maybe the sleeves of that one, the buttons of the first one and perhaps the line of this one, the finishing on the third one and maybe, just maybe, the coloring of the kids! Yes, that would be great to have on a man right?!

If we actually think, we are every day, window shopping, either men or women, and we are daily making comparisons to who we were with, who we’d like to be with, who we are with. People are different. How do we know that this is the right person?! Well, that something for another post, but I am sure that in the end, everyone would love to just go and window shop! At least for the fun of just watching 😉

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Free

Across that line

I woke up in a bench in a city somewhere. This little girl was looking at me. She was probably seven years old, had bright yellow hair and great blue eyes. She was wearing a light pink dress, white stockings and black shoes. She looked familiar but I had trouble focusing on that as she was the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen in my life. She took my hand and without saying anything, she took me downtown.

I must say that that was the last place I thought that little sweet girl would take me … and to be honest that was the last place I thought I would see her. The little girl must’ve been gone because all I could see now was that girl laying on the floor. She was skinny, vulnerable, and lost now. You could see in her hazel eyes that she had suffered … maybe more than any human being should have. She had pain carved in her face, and fear stuck in her soul. Life had beaten her hard … too hard. She was on the corner, left alone, with nothing or anyone to hold on to. She was helpless, fragile, broken, torn apart.

As I walked towards her, I realized she wasn’t alone. You could clearly see she was all by herself, but other people, just like her, were all there with her, like they were trash, tossed away by people as if they were nothing. People who passed by them would turn around, cross the street, or simply stare at them with disgust, like if they were rotten.

As I moved closer, I started recognizing the place, the people who walked by, the high buildings around us, the smell of fresh baked bagles from the bakery on the right corner … and as hard as it seemed, I recognized the girl tossed on the corner. I could now see my own reflection there, in her face. But that couldn’t be me. I was there, staring at her, pitting her with all my guts. Wishing I could do something to help her out, make her get out of there, or simply snap out from all of it.

She was staring now. I knew she had recognized me and I couldn’t run away. My body was stuck to the ground. She was getting up and she couldn’t stop staring at me, as if she couldn’t believe I was there, standing in front of her. Soon, everyone started staring at us and I started feeling as if I wasn’t really meant to be there. Everything, now, inside me, told me I wasn’t supposed to be there. She was stunned.

As she touched my face, I felt her cold hand. Was I dead?! I couldn’t be. I WASN’T!!! This was just a dream … This was just a dream … This was just a dream … This was just a dream … This HAD to be JUST a dream. She opened her mouth as if she were going to say something but nothing came out. As I looked around I realized those people were all me … all my fases … all my thoughts … all my feelings … childhood … adolescence … my rebel years … my focused years …

As she grabbed by the hand and took me away from that corner, my dark years, from the moments I had suffered and been broke down, I knew I was free to live again and let my pain rest. I knew my heart was alive again and it would take a long time until we were brought together by life.

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The Bar …

It was 9pm

She entered the bar as if she had been there before. The bartender looked at her and pointed her to a sit, probably the sit she had already taken. It was at the end of the bar and you could see she needed some time alone. She was wondering about what had happened … what had gone wrong …

She had a nice life, no complaints, huge bank account, even bigger house, important to and in the society. No, she had never felt like that. Her life was always filled with money, people around her and people who “cared”. Why was it different?!

At the time she was already drunk, the bartender started paying attention to her story. She told him about being heartbroken, about the disappointments in life, about never trusting a guy, about giving up life. It was time to take her to the bedroom upstairs so she could rest. She struggled, she didn’t want to leave her only friend … a bottle of Jack Daniel’s … again, another man! She was frustrated and let herself fall in the arms of the bartender who took her upstairs.

A few moments later, when he was back to his position, a guy came in … he was devastated, like he had lost the love of his life. He talked about betrayals and about giving up love, about how he had lost the only love he had over nothing and how he knew she would never forgive him.

The guy didn’t have anything to drink, until he saw on the counter a bottle of Margarita. Maybe only a woman could comfort him now. He started drinking and crying. He felt vulnerable …. he had never felt that way …. he was not an important person, did not have his own place, or anything he could call his own … except for her! He had called her his own. He had the same expression as the girl upstairs … what had happened … what had gone wrong … why?!??!!!

He was suffering … she was suffering … would that be possible?! Was the girl upstairs the one he broke?! Was he the one that changed her life and left her hanging?!

It was now past 2am

He was mumbling about life being unfair, about being disappointed to women, about changing everything: name, address, age, family, job … getting a new life, a new beginning somewhere in the world away from this life!

The lady came down … she was still shaken up …

The bartender offered her some coffee and something to drink. She accepted. She seemed not to notice the half-drunk half-awake half-sleepy guy on the corner where she had been sitting hours ago. She had a huge headache and rubbed her head as if it would make it go away.

He looked at her … amazed … heavy-breathing … He let go of his glass and also asked for a cup of coffee …  he could not stop staring at her … was it?! was she really her?! After a couple of cups of coffee, when he thought he could hold his tongue, he approached her …

She was angry, sad, fed up, she couldn’t take this anymore. She had to go home, get her life straight and move on. She owned herself that and you could see in her eyes that she would not let herself fall for another douchebag

“Hello, I’m François”

“Hi”

“Oh, that’s a different name, I had never heard a girl with such a unique name: Hi”

She laughed … he laughed … this was moving on for both of them … letting go and starting all over again. They were staring at each other like they could see what each other had been through, sharing every pain and disappointment, sharing each thought and desire. She smiled and both of them new that this was THEIR new beginning and nothing was going to screw this up!

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