sabia q jah no post numero 89? droga! devia ter posto uma comemoracao, digno de ilustracao, de qndo era post 69 hehe =D
essa semana foi spring break... foi legal... deu pra sair bastante com o pessu...
pela primeira vez, senti ciumes de alguem aki... HAUhiAhuA o q deve fazer eu comecar a pensar q talvz.. talvez... gosto dela... ihhh aih fodeu... nao to acostumado a gostar de alguem de carne e osso, tampouco tenho pratica com isso! hehe... faz moh cara q nao levo bota na cara... acho q preciso tirar as ferrugens! =P
semestre tah acabando (soh mais 2 meses) e com ele, minha facul... to estudando pro GRE, pra ver se consigo pasasr numa faculdade pra fazer mestrado... espero q sim neh?
meu pai provavelmente vai volta rpra valer em maio... aih vai ser brabo as coisas por pelo menos meio ano... pq ele vai tah estudando, entao vamo tah sustentando a casa com menos okane... mas ateh aih... depois de 17 anos de pobreza, o mais tenho eh pratica em economizar... nao q eu tenha conseguido economizar mto -_-
Depositei uns 400 conto numa poupanca... ele tah rendendo 1.2 dolares por ano... HAUhiAuHAIua! soh nao ponho mais... pq... pq? tah na hora de por esse 400 pra 1000... aih... vai tah rendendo... 3 dolares por mes! wooo!!!! +_+ fala serio neh!
eskema eh saber contar qnto vc realmente tem. Tem a sua conta de grana q entra okane a cada semana, duas semanas, ou mensalmente. Essa conta nao eh reflexo de qnto okane vc tem. Esse okane pode ir tudo embora de uma soh vez, ou seja, eh facilmente liquidado. Esse eh seu capital de giro =D
Aih se vc ivnestir uma grana numa poupanca, isso sim eh okane seu, trabalhando pra vc. Se vc nao tocar nele, ele vai ficar lah, crescendo. Ele tah (ou pelo menos devia estar) imune aos gastos do dia a dia e tah rendendo.
Se vc tiver acoes, esse tbm pode ser considerado sua grana, mas eh mais ou menos capital de giro... girando? hauhaiahuahi sua grana msmo eh o lucro q tah saindo das acoes, e nao o qnto de okane q tah rodando lah dentro... se vc tem 10,000 rodando, dando um lucro de 23 ao mes, entao sua grana eh 23 por mes...
se pensar assim, a gente realmente nao tem tanta grana... ou... tem menos ainda >.< mas isso incentiva pra ir e realmente botar a grana pra funcionar... soh comprando coisas... bah... eh soh um poco interminavel de okane q tah caindo... nem adianta!
do tpo o ps3 q vo tah comprando q vai custar uns 500 conto.... AAAHHH! hahaha!
eskema eh investir em casas... todo mundo precisa de casa... faca calor, frio, chuva, neve, seca... todo mundo precisa de casa... todo mundo precisa de agua... to mundo precisa de... de... comida?! sie lah! todo mundo precisa de casa! ou apt!
Se vc conseguir ivnestir em algo q seja um servico essencial pras pessoas (tpo, posto de gasolina), sua curva de demanda eh inelastica.... nao importa o preco, o pessoal ainda vai ter q pagar... hehehehe....
sexta-feira, março 10, 2006
sexta-feira, março 03, 2006
Watching Ichi Ritoru no Namida right now and this song striked me... here's the link since i can't embed shockwave players on this blog... this is stupid... why block it?! sigh... anyway... just click on the link ^^
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-6816413107017675253&q=remioromen
The last day, the last kiss, the last hand shake, the last hug... it's so sad to say forever.
I'm not sure why the song is called March 9th... maybe back in Japan, that's when school ends? The MV is a story about the last day of class in high school, for a graduating class. I think it alludes to that Zen Buddhist proverb:
Before Enlightment,
Cutting wood, carrying water.
After Enlightment,
Cutting wood, carrying water
I don't know why, but people often don't get that analogy... what changes? Apparently nothing, since you're still making the same acts you've always done! But your mentality changes. It doesn't mean that food will just fall from the sky when you reach an elightened state. You'll still need to do the same things you've always done, but they will be somehow, different.
I think the MV gives that impression to the audience; that as school is now over, the girl takes time to video tape everything: the road back home, little kids, a dog on the street... all ordinary things which can be considered trivial, right? However, it'd be the last time she'd be seeing that scenery behind the eyes of a gakkousei, a high school (or elementary) student. You can see at the end how she looks at her old uniform and thinks about the old times... then she gets ready to go to work (probably) and is from that moment on, for a good number of years, too busy to look at those things with such pure eyes.
I put this here on this post because it reflects my last day back home. Since I was a kid, I'd always imagine what would it be like if that day would be my last day in my home? What if I'd be going away, never to return? I'd make a checklist of things to do, so that I'd treasure that day for all times. Funny how one day I actually got to experience my last day at home.
On my last day, nothing changed. The TV programs still started on time, the sun still shone bright and omnipotent up in the blue sky... the moon still reflected that cold light into the night. My dogs were still cute and fluffy, and at night my family still watched the news at 8. But somehow, for everyone, those trivial things became more than that: it'd be the last time we'd watch the news at 8 together (we've been doing that for all my life then, it had become some sort of a family tradition I think), it'd be the last time I'd tell my dog to sit before I put the bowl of food on the floor and it'd be the last time mom would fix us dinner from our kitchen, in our house. If I could have taped that last day, every moment, every second... I'd be watching it like the girl...
With tears in my eyes, as I reminisce on times which will never return.
You have no idea how empty one feels when he has to leave his home. Forever. Whenever I think about this, I sigh with sadness.
Forever is too long a time to wait...
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-6816413107017675253&q=remioromen
The last day, the last kiss, the last hand shake, the last hug... it's so sad to say forever.
I'm not sure why the song is called March 9th... maybe back in Japan, that's when school ends? The MV is a story about the last day of class in high school, for a graduating class. I think it alludes to that Zen Buddhist proverb:
Before Enlightment,
Cutting wood, carrying water.
After Enlightment,
Cutting wood, carrying water
I don't know why, but people often don't get that analogy... what changes? Apparently nothing, since you're still making the same acts you've always done! But your mentality changes. It doesn't mean that food will just fall from the sky when you reach an elightened state. You'll still need to do the same things you've always done, but they will be somehow, different.
I think the MV gives that impression to the audience; that as school is now over, the girl takes time to video tape everything: the road back home, little kids, a dog on the street... all ordinary things which can be considered trivial, right? However, it'd be the last time she'd be seeing that scenery behind the eyes of a gakkousei, a high school (or elementary) student. You can see at the end how she looks at her old uniform and thinks about the old times... then she gets ready to go to work (probably) and is from that moment on, for a good number of years, too busy to look at those things with such pure eyes.
I put this here on this post because it reflects my last day back home. Since I was a kid, I'd always imagine what would it be like if that day would be my last day in my home? What if I'd be going away, never to return? I'd make a checklist of things to do, so that I'd treasure that day for all times. Funny how one day I actually got to experience my last day at home.
On my last day, nothing changed. The TV programs still started on time, the sun still shone bright and omnipotent up in the blue sky... the moon still reflected that cold light into the night. My dogs were still cute and fluffy, and at night my family still watched the news at 8. But somehow, for everyone, those trivial things became more than that: it'd be the last time we'd watch the news at 8 together (we've been doing that for all my life then, it had become some sort of a family tradition I think), it'd be the last time I'd tell my dog to sit before I put the bowl of food on the floor and it'd be the last time mom would fix us dinner from our kitchen, in our house. If I could have taped that last day, every moment, every second... I'd be watching it like the girl...
With tears in my eyes, as I reminisce on times which will never return.
You have no idea how empty one feels when he has to leave his home. Forever. Whenever I think about this, I sigh with sadness.
Forever is too long a time to wait...
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