Agora deu vontade de escrever!

Internacionalizando o blog... vou escrever de novo, mas agora em inglês! Sim, eu sou metida. Se não fosse, meus pais não teriam me tido. HA! Sacou, sacou?

Two posts in a single day... that's a great evolution when it comes to Salsichards. After abandoned for months, I think this cute blog deserves a little love.

What am I gonna write about? Ohhh, torturing question...

Alright, I'll just keep writing whatever comes to my mind, and let's see where it goes.

...

Last night I kept thinking a little about life, before falling asleep. I've been doing that a lot lately, but differently from the last nights, the thoughts didn't keep me from sleeping, fortunately.

The thoughts started with something like: "what would I do if I won big on the lottery?"

Of course, I wouldn't get the poor people's legs cut off. Honestly, I'm so hypocrite that I doubt I'd even consider doing anything for the poor people. I admit I'm given into hypocrisy. Everybody is... they just don't admit so.

Well, as a start, I'd probably deposit all of the money on a saving bank account, and make even more money from it. Then I'd survive from this extra money I get, which means I'd NEVER have to work. That's a good start, I think.

Of course, I'd move to somewhere else... or even try and travel around the world. First Latin and North America, then Asia, Oceania, Africa and finally Europe. "Why Europe at last?", you might ask... that's because once I reach Europe, I don't intend to goo anywhere else. I'd stay there, forever.

Then some other question comes to my mind: which country would I pick for living?

Ahhh, that's a hard question. Maybe England? That would be good, once I'm already an english speaker, and I still haven't learned any other language (except for portuguese... duh!). But I don't know... I dreamt of living in England a while ago, but I kinda gave up, not sure why.

After some hard thinking, I finally picked a country: Germany. That's where I'd live. No problems, I'd manage to learn the language within a little while. Plus, there's nice people, nice culture, nice (and VERY nice) beer, nice food...

... wait, nice food? Then another question pops up in my mind: what the hell would I eat there? I'm so used to rice, beans, a beef and salad, everyday, since I first had teeth enough to eat that. I wouldn't probably get used to any typical food from Germany, so I'd have to find my beloved rice and beans, and maybe try to cook it everyday.

I'm too lazy to cook. As I mentioned before (more specifically, on my last post), I usually eat at a restaurant, just to keep myself from cooking. Plus, I'm not sure about the food prices there, but I bet rice and beans would cost me a fortune. Well, I'd be rich, but what if I end up poor just due to buying expensive imported food there? I'd have to work to survive, and it's not something I'd like to do, at all.

Alright... I'd try and get used to the german food, anyways. And I'd refuse to eat at McDonald's, or anything like that. My stomach is strong, I've already eaten so many different kinds of dishes, either good and bad ones... why not giving it a try?

No, I wouldn't get used. It's too different for me. After a couple months, I'd have to get back to my good and old rice/beans combination. Though I'd still have the tasty and cheap german beer, some coffee, cigarettes... oh, no, cigarettes! They're too expensive in Europe! Either I'd have to quit, or smoke less, which I don't think I'd manage to do.

After a lot of difficulties on getting used to the culture, food, language and etc... well... ok, I'd give up.

Back to Brazil. And after getting tired of Brazil, back to the roads. That's what my life would be like.

Oh, well, and don't ask me for my phone number. Don't try to find me: I'll find you instead, and keep in contact.

It's really hard to decide what to do with your life, if you had some fat bank account all of a sudden. Didn't take me too long to get tired of thinking.

So I fell asleep.

Meu são Genérico, mas que abandono!

Esse pobre blog anda muito abandonado, pro meu gosto. Então vou postar aqui um diálogo que tive semana passada, com o dono do restaurante que frequento. Almoço lá quase todos os dias.

Segue o diálogo:

- Fala, gaúcho.
- E aí, gatona? Tudo bem? (ele tem umas gírias idosas, do tipo "gatona", "jovem" e por aí vai.)
- Tudo tranquilo, e você?
- Tudo jóia. Sabe que sonhei com você essa noite?
- Ah, é? Sonhou o quê?
- Sonhei que você vinha almoçar aqui hoje!
- Ah, então seu sonho se tornou realidade.
- Pois é!
- Da próxima vez, sonha que eu ganhei na mega sena, por favor.
- Eu, não! Se você ganhar, não vai dividir o dinheiro comigo.
- Imagina, claaaro que vou... eu sou uma pessoa legal!
- Sei, sei... você vai é desaparecer, não vai querer saber de mais nada.
- Ah, mas dependendo da grana, até rola dividir e tal, sem problemas.
- ... olha... se eu ganhar na mega sena, nenhum pobre vai andar à pé, nunca mais.
- Óóóó, que legal... se importando com causas sociais...
- É... nenhum pobre vai andar à pé. Vou mandar cortar as pernas de todos eles.

Dei uma risada, peguei o rango e fui almoçar.