Sexta-feira Negra

Facebook está lotado de gente reclamando da Black Fraude do Brasil e eu só consigo ter dois pensamentos:

  1. Desde quando esse é um costume brasileiro?
  2. Tá caro? Não compre!

Reportagem na televisão, artigo na internet… Gente gastando tempo escrevendo sobre isso (eu, inclusive) e gente gastando tempo lendo. Fora os que passam o tempo reclamando (tipo eu).

Sinceramente? Pega o dinheiro que você ia gastar comprando inutilidades tecnológicas e vai comprar um livro. Tenho certeza de que será um dinheiro muito mais bem gasto – esteja o livro com desconto ou não.

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insomnia

Well, I gotta have a thousand posts with that title – it happens. It happens a lot, actually. Nowadays, it hasn’t happened as much as it did when I was younger. Well… I used to stay up until 5 AM or something – it was easier to sleep at dawn – it is still easy. But since I started studying engineering, I also started waking up early, around 6 or 7 AM, and staying up until the sun started to shine wasn’t a good idea anymore. Well, I would have to grow up at some point in my life and it started when I was 25 and decided to become an engineer – ok, I decided before that, but that’s when the thing became true.

I sometimes find myself desperate, for I want to get done with and rid of it, I don’t know, yesterday. I keep joking about the time I am gonna be an engineer already – and rich. I am gonna be rich. That’s not why I decided to go to college again, but that’s what I am supposed to do with my life. I mean, that’s what everybody wants – or most people. Wouldn’t it be nice to be able to have whatever you want without having to worry about money and stuff like that? It would. There’s also the part in which you look at the things you have and you know you got it with you own hard work.

Usually I wake up this early, because I went to bed even earlier and I have already slept my eight hours – it’s not what’s happened today. I have absolutely no idea why the hell I am up so soon. And, believe me, my bed is much more comfortable than the chair I am sited on. Since I have nothing to do, I started thinking of my life and my behaviour and the universe and everything else… I am happy – happy people were supposed to sleep well, I think. Ok, I know I don’t have everything in the place I wanted, but who does? And… the pursuit of it shouldn’t make me happy anyway? It does. It really does. So, I am gonna believe I had a little too much caffeine for the day and that’s the reason why I can’t sleep.