Rock 'N' Roll: AC/DC concert

Have I told you guys I had the chance to FINALLY go to the concert of my life?

Oh yeh, babe, AC/DC shook the crowd in São Paulo last night. 70,000 people in one of our largest soccer stadiums. Here's a bit of our adventure. Just a tiny bit, after all the feeling of watching one of your favorite rock bands cannot be expressed through pictures.

Dad and I before the concert:






Rock 'n' Roll Dad "and the crowd behind" was his request for this shot:




Ramp to the field, crowd and stage, nearly 7pm:




And then it rains. Cats and dogs:



(And we were safe, under the grandstand. The rain stopped, and it wouldn't start back until we were safe again in the car driving back home!)

Dad and I enjoying the best rock 'n' roll of all times. Provident dad, wearing his plastic cover (!). I told him THAT was precisely what held the rain back: his plastic cover... :P




And the rockin' 'n' rollin' keeps goin'! And the crowd is thrilled!






Angus Young's electric guitar solo: everyone stops and pays attention, admiring his finest little show that lasted TWENTY MINUTES. TWENTY MINUTES of Young and his guitar only. Dad concentrates:





And that's how it went :) As I expected, the best concert I've ever been to. It's beaten by veeeeery far U2's concert I went to a few years back.

But I've learned short people have a better view of the show when they're up there on the grandstand :P

An Amphibian and a Diving Dress, please

The gods must be bored this week. It's been raining nonstop for days now, which makes me desperately want one of each:

(images sources: here and here)

Attack Plan

One of my problems (because it is definitely NOT a solution) is the lack of method and routine in my life. When we're at school or in college, or when we work at an office, routine ends up being inevitable. I obviously don't fit any of the three categories.

And so my everyday life is chaotic and I mess up with hours, and I end up not accomplishing even 20% of what I could (and should), because I get distracted with one thousand zillion things and lose focus. Total laziness, especially during winter. I am almost coming to the conclusion that routine fills, or at least when I look from the outside it seems to fill the days, gives them meaning, so-to-say-ly.

As I am terrible at designing long-term strategies and sticking to them (laziness), I've then decided to create a very short-term strategy, on a one-day-at-a-time basis [have you heard they've abolished most hyphens in Brazil? stupid. But I digress...]. No pressure over cappuccino, no mandatory terms, just an idea I can change here and there. After all I am not trying to create myself a strait-jacket, but a system that helps me in the People That Make It group [sidenote here: many years ago a Brazilian bank launched an ad campaign with the motto "Brazil is made of people that make it" (O Brasil se faz com gente que faz), or something like that, focusing on entrepreneurs from all classes. That became famous and is still used in the most diverse media, and by practically every person I know. Another motto that has become widely used here is "I am Brazilian, and Brazilians never give up", but I digress again...].

It would be something like a weekly timetable, with specific hours for EACH AND EVERY ACTIVITY, from getting up and having breakfast, to reading a book or watching a TV show, taking care of housework, Benji, work. If, for example, I go out at night during the week and get back home late, I can get up a little later or take a nap after lunch, under the penalty of staying up as long as it takes to finish the day's chores, as every good Brazilian worker does.

I will make it. #helpmegod #yeswecan

Fairy tale for the 21st Century woman

Once upon a time there was a gorgeous lady who asked a handsome man "Will you marry me?" He said "No!" And the lady lived happily ever after, went traveling, shopping, met many other men, had a lot of sex, visited many different places, went to live on the coast, bought another car and new furniture for her home, was always smiling and in a good mood, went out for beers with her friends whenever she wanted to and no one would give her orders. The man got fat, bald, his cock went limp and his ass sagged, and he was alone and broke because no man builds a life without a woman! The end.

When your dad emails you this, saying the lady reminds him of you, does it mean he's proud of you or he's lost his hope?

Just wondering.

Oh Freud!

A chat about an hour ago:

him: Shower now. Join me?
me: wtf :P i am HER. oops... i am NOT HER :P
him: Lol. Funny freudian slips you make.

Nothing like someone who understands you perfectly.

Dekkaland - improved

You guys notice any difference here?

Yes, the Dekkaland now has some color, new menu items, some improvements! Next step is update the blog list to include some fun stuff for you guys.

And oh, of course, write more LOL

So stay tuned and enjoy!