Aquarius, Friday, 31 December 2010

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You can change the world. Actually, let's change that last sentence. It is too weedy and weak. I don't really want to inform you of your potential. I'm sure you can change the world. Or I can. Or any of us can if we try hard enough. What I want to say to you is not that you can... but that you will. Surprisingly early in the New Year an opportunity to do something that makes a dramatic difference will arise. Don't think of yourself as disadvantaged or disempowered. You enter 2011 with the sky very much on your side


Manual do Jovem Empreendedor

Enquanto chove na Costa Rica, aproveito para relembrar itens do passado...

"Com o objetivo de auxiliar os jovens que dão seus primeiros passos no mundo empresarial, o CJE está na iminência de concluir o Manual Prático do Jovem Empreendedor, com sugestões eficientes para a construção de um futuro de sucesso. A publicação tem o apoio do Senai, do Sebrae e da Fundação Getúlio Vargas. Entre os itens abordados, incluem-se: organização e planejamento de uma empresa; empreendedorismo com responsabilidade social e ambiental; estruturação jurídica dos negócios; os erros mais freqüentes e os caminhos para evitá-los."

Confira o Manual, escrito pelos queridos Antonio Carlos de Matos, Alecsandro Araujo de Souza e Melhem Skaf Hariz, com participação especial de uma galera interesantíssima, vale a pena conferir.

"Parabenizamos todos os membros do CJE-FIESP (Comitê de Jovens Empreendedores da Federação das Indústrias do Estado de São  paulo), do SEBRAE-SP e do DECOM, pelo empenho pessoal empregado na elaboração do Manual do Jovem Empreendedor."

Saudade das épocas do CJE / FIESP - Erika Tabacniks



If you're staying the night, The Inn On Ferry Street offers a great cozy experience and is in the midst of a lot of cool things Detroit has to offer in Walking distance --  http://innonferrystreetdetroit.com/default.asp?source=google+inn+on+ferry&gclid=CISj0oGcgKYCFY4J2godBB1Dlg. I own a cono in the building next door -- The Park Shelton, which is also home to a great Creperie (http://www.goodgirlsgotopariscrepes.com/) run by a friend of ours in the city.  If you order "The Dana" -- it's named for my wife (and was designed by me).

As for things to do and see in the city, the Detroit Institute of Art is a fan favorite, and right near the Inn on Ferry and the Creperie.  It's the third largest art institute in America and beautifully redone in the last several years, but if Art isn't your thing or your pressed for time, I'd aim for downtown and drive (or walk if its not too cold) around Campus Martius park (dead center in the city near Hard Rock Cafe), the stadiums, etc., Find the Gaurdian Building Lobby (500 Griswold Ave. Detroit, MI 48226) and take a peek at Real Detroit, a great shop with funky tee-shirts and other items inspired by the city. It's a small city downtown and traffic isn't difficult, so drive at your leaisure -- the architecture is really cool.

As for lunch or a great place for a beer, I urge you to go to The Detroit Beer Co.  If you're an IPA man, get one or try the Porter, Detroit Red, or any of the hand crafted beers on tap.  The food is generous and delicious -- it's where you'd find me on any given day in the city.  If you manage a late night craving, or want the raw skinny on Detroit's best eats, try Lafayette Coney but not American Coney.  Order the Chili Cheese Fries and prepare to be blown away.

You'll also want to stop in the GM Rennaisaince building, probably the most well know landmark in the city.  It's built like a maze, but GM has lots of car displays and the river views to Canada are sweet too.

If you want to know more or have a broader view, just take your car from downtown after your visit and drive East on Jefferson Ave.  The infrastructure and the drive tells a significant story -- from Detroit's toughest issues--population decline, blight, inner city poverty to beautiful pockets of homes and views of the water, etc...then, all of a sudden, the world changes and you'll be in Grosse Point -- pristine streets, middle and upper middle class, stunning homes, etc.  This divide is as much racial as economic. So, it's really up to you how you want to navigate your time in the city.

If you're looking for more, at all -- there is no better resources for interesting and fun things than Inside Detroit: http://www.insidedetroit.org/.  I worked with the founder Jeannette Pierce for a couple years -- she would definitely remember me and Dana.  She's a fountain of knowledge and a storm of energy.  She aslo has a storefront on Woodward ave downtown leading into Campus Martius.  

I'd say, It's a complex city which has undergone a combination of devastating neglect and really amazing physical decline in some places ... it changes from block to clock.  So, I understand it is easy to see that and wonder why anyone would want to live there or to look down on it, but there are real gems to discover and you'll find the people generally some of the nicest in the world. .

Some Rules and Hints For Students

(from John Cage as modified by J.C. Perry)

1. Pull everything out of your teacher.
    Pull everything out of your fellow students.
    In return give as much as you can.

2. Work. If you work it will lead to something.

3. Always go to classes. You are paying a lot for them.
    And remember Woody Allen's advice: "Ninety percent of success is showing up."

4. Read a lot, the best books and articles you can get your hands on.

5. Be happy whenever you can manage it. Remember it is lighter than you think.


If you had 8 hours in Istanbul...

... how would you spend it?

Which 8 hours are you talking about?!

but since the question was so vague, i'll give you an equally twisted answer.. although you can probably clearly tell i'm not really itching to. so i'll tell you what to do between 9am and 9am and you can pick the 8 hours you want.

lets start with the touristy essentials. at 9am you should be standing in the Sultanahmet neighborhood. Maybe you could start at Hagia Sofia and spend an hour or so taking it all in. you could spend more time there but we got ground to cover. then step out and walk across the garden to Sultanahmet Camii (aka Blue Mosque). I personally wouldn't spend more than 15-20 minutes there. its famous so check the box. then next to it is what your travel guide would call the Hippodrome. This is where the gladiators used to do their chariot thing. its all gone now so you can take a peak, as you walk over to Basilica Cistern, at the surviving obelisks, one original and one replica and the surviving lower half of what was probably a caduceus. now you're at the Cistern. you could spend some time here. its going to wow you.

save the best for the last, Topkapı Saray (palace, see dictionary below for basic stuff, most people don't speak English so it'll take you a long way if you picked up basic stuff). if you wanted you could spend two days here. but spend a couple of hours checking out the treasury and the harem (its not all you've probably imagined, harem basically means the inner sanctum where the family lives, but while you're in a touristy mode, knock yourself out, let your fantasies run wild!)

its noonish. lunch time. eat at Khorasani. its a kebab house. try Kağıt kebab (paper kebab on the English menu if you get one, you will). and you'll have everything else there. then you can ask for the directions or follow the street signs over to the Grand Bazaar (aka Kapalı çarşı). here again, you could decide how much or little time you wanna spend walking around. its covered. its huge. its a labyrinth. if you don't have cells, stick together!! on second thought, even if you have cells, STICK TOGETHER! carpets, backgammon boards, spice mills, clay pottery (pretty good). its all there.

aiite!! cutting to the chase.. WOMEN! ask for Cevahir Bedestan. its the jewellery part. lots of silver and some gold work. something special? you'll see some work there from the Trabzon region on the Black Sea. these are usually silver strings weaved into small balls almost as if someone was making it from wicker. simple but unique. you can also get it in gold but its gonna be gaudy and you're gonna blind the peeps around you with the bling. now i am telling you all of this only coz we're the mafiosi. if you see a girl i've given this Trabzon stuff to, you don't have to tell her that i've told you and the rest of the world about it. pretend it was a secret. appear impressed while you're being told all about it.

if you came to the bazaar from the Sultanahmet side, you probably passed Beyazıt Camii (Mosque), and saw next to it the beautiful facade of the Istanbul University campus. anyhow, the point is that the grand bazaar has a main passage and the maze extends to one side of it. like a D flipped over the straight side. so you will enter from one side of the main passage and you should exit from the other.

you will come upon Nurosmaniye Camii. small and absolutely one of the most beautiful mosques i've ever seen. it is baroque and its the only Ottoman mosque (or possibly any mosque) that has an elliptical courtyard. the inspiration was St. Peter's Basilica. ooops! you can guess, it was controversial when it was built.

when you're done with this, you can walk on to Mısır çarşı, aka the Spice bazaar. After the grand bazar, you'll find this boring. but stroll through. check it off and exit the other side and you'll come upon Eminönü. you can take cruises up and down the Golden Horn here.

BUT... i almost forgot about the most beautiful mosque in Istanbul. Sülemaniye Camii. The architect who built it was Sinan, aka Mimar Sinan (architect sinan) or Sinan Hoca (endearingly, professor/teacher sinan). Turks love and respect him a lot and if you see this masterpiece you will too. Sorry, I have to bore you here a little bit but I can't hold this part back. He refined and developed the Ottoman tradition of architecture as we know it, the pencil like minars, the domes, the dome support on more cascading half domes to minimize the use of pillars underneath and creating wide open spaces within. he was an Albanian janissary and took up architecture as his specialty. he lived to be 98 and was made chief architect in the court very early so he was able to shape the whole empire pretty much. he built all these beautiful mosques but he also laid down the entire urban plan for Istanbul and parts of the empire, from bridges to aqueducts, cisterns, schools, soup kitchens, roads etc etc. the mosque that he called his own best piece of work is Selimiye (in Edirne, about 3 hours away so we wont go there), but he had a special spot for his second favorite, Sülemaniye, and chose to be buried next to it. i guess no one wants to leave Istanbul.

but you could walk around the entire complex and miss his grave. because the piece of land that he chose for his grave is a V shaped juncture where two almost parallel lanes intersect. he couldn't come up with a use for that small corner so he put his grave there. its right next to the mosque. for a man of his stature, to say the least, its humble, and its deeply humbling. pay your respects!

now back to Eminönü pier. you can walk across the Galata Bridge. over to the right you'll see a round tower with a conical top. its the Galata Tower. did i say Galata Tower, or did i say Galata Tower?!! hmm.. I think I said Galata Tower! damn straight!! this is where I used to live! not in the tower. but right next to it. you can go up the tower (paying an arm and a leg) to get a 360 view of the city. but the tower is almost better to look at from the outside than being inside it and looking elsewhere. bunch of random people (aka hippies) are dancing, playing music around it in the evenings so you can chill out there, walk around the small street and explore shops and coffee shops. Hotel Anemon, next to the tower, has a great wine cellar in the basement and a rooftop with a breathtaking view of the tower for a late night drink.

Now on to Istiklal Caddesi (Istiklal street). Its a 3km long pedestrian avenue with shops, coffee shops and bars on both sides. it begins in Taksim square (aka Taksim Meydan, the equivalent of a times square, but a wide open space where you have all big gatherings and protests etc. yes, the last bomb went off here but don't sweat it, get with it!) and ends close to Galata Tower in the area called Tünel. we will begin our tour in Tünel. So from Galata Tower, there is a street that leads up to Tünel. Ask for directions to Istikal and anyone will tell you. Get up to Tünel and starting walking up Istiklal. There are shops, coffee shops, bars etc. on both sides. but the real stuff is in the little neighborhoods on either side. explore, get lost. you can spend an entire day here or split up your time between the Sultanahmet, bazaars and this.

If you get hungry walking up, try the gözleme. Its the Turkish version of the roti or paratha in the Indian food. but not oily. and filled with cheese, spinach, potatoes or minced meat. whatever tickles your fancy. or try manti. its small steamed dumplings with yogurt and olive oil, and filled with minced meat or spinach etc. there are tons of kebab shops but save your appetite. As you are walking up one of the first side streets will be Asmalımescit. Nothing much to see here in the day but note it down for the dark hours. Starting on and perpendicular to Asmalımescit and along Istiklal is Sofyalı Sokak (street). This neighborhood comes alive at night so we'll come back here later. half way up Istikal, you'll come to a bend and will see the big gates of Galatasaray high school, opposite it is the fish market (Balık Pazarı), we'll come here at 4 or 5am. But from Balık Pazarı, you will also go to Nevizade, a small street with tons of bars and restaurants.

when you get up to Taksim square, ask for directions to the Cihangir area. Walk down this street downhill to the Cihangir neighborhood from the Taksim square. its where live all the artsy fartsy people, the intellectuals, the pseudo intellectuals, all those who are wanna be artsy or intellectual and all the expats who want to feel good thinking that maybe where they ate dinner, there might have been a Turkish artist sitting next to them. that they might not know any of their names or faces and couldn't recognize if the guy bumped into them is a minor matter we'll ignore. anyhow, so you have a bunch of funky shops you can pick up stuff at. some cool restaurants, bars.. get a drink at While Mill Cafe. they have a garden in the back. early evening is not bad. late night is good.

Dinner!! this is my best part. i'll suggest two options. first, go to Fatih. Its a neighborhood named after the Fatih Camii. The Camii is named after Sultan (Mehmet) Fatih (ie the Conqueror). The mosque is huge and he also sleeps there. you can pop in if you want. but i would head straight to Itfaiye Caddesi. There you will ask for Sur Ocakbaşı (surocakbasi.net). Don't get freaked out by the picture with the kid popping out of a melon on the website. they thought it was cute. these boys come from the Kurdish part of the country. its funny there. and the food is dangerous!! seriously..

try the Buryan kebab (its steamed lamb), and the Saç Tava (tomato based meat dish) and the mixed kebab platter. they make killer ayran (the yogurt drink), its fresh and frothy, and get the house dessert with tea. you're not gonna wake up after this. Fatih is also a very conservative neighborhood of the city so you'll see a totally different side of things.

the second option is you take a ferry from Beşiktaş to Kadıköy, across on the Asian side. the restaurant is called "çiya sofrası". (http://www.ciya.com.tr/index_en.php). this place is sick.. just sick. the guy has traveled all over Turkey to gather recipes for home cooked food from all different regions. so every day of the week they have a different menu. i saw even the Istanbullus talking to the chef to find out what the different dishes were before ordering. they have some kebaps too.. they have three locations on the same street. i suggest you skip the kebabs here and go to the one where they have home cooked food, the "sofarsı".. nothing you will ever get at any Turkish restaurant anywhere outside Turkey. or at least not this much collection of unique dishes. and its just a low key plain restaurant. even if you eat like a pig, you will pay about $20 or less for a meal.. if you're paying more, means you're taking the taxi to the ER right after. the desserts are even worse.. lets not go there. anyhow, when you're done or when they're done destroying your will power you can head over to Kadife Sokak (street). this is where the hipsters hang out. 5 minutes walking distance. bunch of cool bars, coffee shops etc.. get some Turkish coffee coz the night is young and long.. take the taxi back and you'll drive over the Boğaz bridge to get back to the European side.

if you don't wanna go off route to Fatih or the Asian side for a meal, go to the Nişantaşi neighboorhood. eat at Köşebaşı. its amazing food but you'll need reservations and this one is gonna be pricey. on to nightlife.

a few options. you can hang out in the Asmalımescit/Tünel/Sofyalı area that i mentioned earlier. its a maze of small streets and its a sea of people. on Sofyalı, my favorite spot is Faces. A small, comfy place.. they play some mainstream music but its a break from the house and trance pumping everywhere else. there are a bunch of cool places around you can check out. Kafe Pi is nice, Lokal is not bad either. Nu Teras is close by. insane view from the roof top dance floor.. this place is baaaad.. but a bit pretentious.

on that note, some more pretentious options. you can hang out in Bebek. its the beverly hills equivalent of Istanbul, along the water. Lucca Lounge is always good. or you can check out Anjelique in Ortaköy neighborhood. its lso on the bosphorus. walk over to the pier to take a look at the lit up baroque mosque (Ortaköy Camii) right under the Boğaz bridge. its one wicked scene!

The best for the last. head over to Reina. Its an institution. in fact, its an instytushun. its gotta have its own word coz there aint anything like it anywhere in the world. i heard they closed down Studio 54 when Reina opened. ok, i'm getting facetious but you get the idea. it has a big open air space right on the bosphorus. its right under the bridge and you look across at the Asian side, with the lights on the hillside like rocks on velvet. now, of course, this sort of space has its attitude. cute ain't enough, girls. BUT where there is a will there is a way. there is the main door, where if you're not on the list, you don't go in. you can, if you show up really early, like 10 or 11ish but then who is gonna check out all those other neighborhoods?? anyhow, there is another door. down the street for those with table reservations. walk up with don't-waste-my-time-bitch attitude and ask that you would like to get a table. they'll let you through because the table is reserved at the desk inside.. but who said anything about actually going there.. just walk over inside to the bar and THE HOUSE IS YOURS!! the lie shall set you free.... mu ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaa!!!!!! in all seriousness, drinks are priced crazy.. so if you're in a group of 4-6 people, get a tall table with a bottle and split it. ok.. by now i've spilt beans like martinis. you better keep it to yourself or my blood is on your hands.

its 5am now. the crowd is still not thinning but we got unfinished business back at Balık Pazarı (the fish market on Istiklal, remember?). when you enter the street, the first one on the left is şampiyon kokoreç and next to it is golden kokoreç. you wont go wrong with either. ask for "yarim ekmek kokoreç". its gonna be spicy, and get some "midye dolma" (stuffed mussels), put some lemon on it. get some ayran to put it all down with and making it to 9am will be tough.

its 6ish. take a taxi over to Rumeli Hisar. lets say you get there before 7 sometime. its a neighborhood up the bosphorus from Bebek. its named after the fortress Rumeli Hisar, AGAIN, on the bosphorus. Sultan Mehmet built it to conquer Istanbul. he wanted to stop the supplies route from the top of the bosphorus to make the siege effective. they built it in 4 months. its not elaborate, just functional, but when you look at it and think about the four months part, it'll wow you. actually, you might not be able to go inside this early, but take a walk around and along the bosphorus. its nice. then walk to Lokma restaurant. the address is 18 Yahya Kemal Caddesi if you need to ask. but you'll be on Yahya Kemal so shouldn't be bad finding it. you have to get some "bal-kaymak" (honey and cream), and a couple of different types of menemen (an egg dish, some distant cousin of omlette). i'd say go for pastirmali menemen (the turkish cousin of bacon) and sucuk menemen (sausage)..

its 9am. you're a little late for your 9am flight, aren't you?! if you miss it, you can come back into the city and go to Beşiktaş area and either get a cruise on the bosphorus or visit Istanbul Modern for contemporary art and last but not the least again, check out Dolmabahçe Palace. It was the last Ottoman palace. also baroque. mind blowing!

we are well over our time limit folks and i got a train to catch. stay out of trouble!


PS. the basic reading help. C = J. "ı" = "u" as in 'but'. ş is like "sh". ğ is g but silent. ç is "ch". ö and ü are funny versions of o and u. don't worry about it too much but if you're curious, ask Zeidan for a demonstration. enjoy when you hear these sounds. 


Januarians | Solemates

Some things are too precious.

Hey you guys,

Sorry for being MIA in so many ways this semester. But I must mention one thing which I have not missed - one thing I have known all along and haven't been able to forget even with all the distractions and chaos and smells and sounds and explosions in this corner of the world... you people are my SOLEMATES. Which is to say, right from day one it seems we have all walked in the same pair of shoes.

It's as if back in January '09 our DNA was miraculously re-coded into one Januarian super helix which gives us the power to think the same thoughts anywhere in the world. And we are now the mighty Januarian Transformer! where each one of us contributes a special power and together we save the world solve all conflicts and pay off our loans in the process. Am I overstretching, I think not! What I'm really saying though is it's nice to be able to walk a mile in 23 peoples' shoes very comfortably, as if they were your own. And they don't smell at all, and they put a little spring in your step!

Anyhow I hope you get my little metaphor. Wish I was there to revel in it. Congratulations to everyone on completion, near completion, or like me nowhere near completion. I miss you all lots and hope to see everybody sometime this Spring.

Happy migrations to all and see you soon.

Big ups, lots of love.



~:**Reception for Mid-Year Graduates**:~

You are cordially invited to a Reception for Mid-Year Graduates!

…in other words, So Long, Farewell

All are welcome!!! J

With Love,

PS: Tissue paper will be provided.


Gifts & Gin + Tonic.

On a beautiful day I was given a scarf made by my sister.
On a sunny day my grandma gave me a beautiful blouse.

Last night I combined both gifts and went out into Boston for a night of gin and tonic at The Liberty Hotel.

The time has come for a good friend, Elli, to say goodbye to Boston. As she said it herself, she now heads out to new adventures in the IMF protectorate, land of imminent default, formerly known as Greece.

Before she leaves, she reminds me of my blog. And we are back... for your delight.



One of life's bounties is its changeableness, which ensures that boredom will never last very long. You may underestimate the intensity of your longing for continual transformation, but the universe doesn't. That's why it provides you with the boundless entertainment of your ever-shifting story. That's why it is always revising the challenges it sends your way, providing your curious soul with a rich variety of unpredictable teachings. 

Neuroscientists have turned up evidence that suggests you love this aspect of the universe's behavior. They say that you are literally addicted to learning. At the moment when you grasp a lesson you've been grappling with, your brain experiences a rush of a natural opium-like chemical, boosting your pleasure levels. You crave this experience. You thrive on it. 



Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.

Dear Fletcher,
I have a nerdy love for graduation speeches. Steve Job's address is one of my all-time favorites. So is Bono's. This one below by Singaporean Adrian Tan joins that illustrious shortlist. Enjoy!

Life and How to Survive It

I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your convocation address. It’s a wonderful honour and a privilege for me to speak here for ten minutes without fear of contradiction, defamation or retaliation. I say this as a Singaporean and more so as a husband.

My wife is a wonderful person and perfect in every way except one. She is the editor of a magazine. She corrects people for a living. She has honed her expert skills over a quarter of a century, mostly by practising at home during conversations between her and me.

On the other hand, I am a litigator. Essentially, I spend my day telling people how wrong they are. I make my living being disagreeable.

Nevertheless, there is perfect harmony in our matrimonial home. That is because when an editor and a litigator have an argument, the one who triumphs is always the wife.

And so I want to start by giving one piece of advice to the men: when you’ve already won her heart, you don’t need to win every argument.

Marriage is considered one milestone of life. Some of you may already be married. Some of you may never be married. Some of you will be married. Some of you will enjoy the experience so much, you will be married many, many times. Good for you.

The next big milestone in your life is today: your graduation. The end of education. You’re done learning.

You’ve probably been told the big lie that “Learning is a lifelong process” and that therefore you will continue studying and taking masters’ degrees and doctorates and professorships and so on. You know the sort of people who tell you that? Teachers. Don’t you think there is some measure of conflict of interest? They are in the business of learning, after all. Where would they be without you? They need you to be repeat customers.

The good news is that they’re wrong.

The bad news is that you don’t need further education because your entire life is over. It is gone. That may come as a shock to some of you. You’re in your teens or early twenties. People may tell you that you will live to be 70, 80, 90 years old. That is your life expectancy.

I love that term: life expectancy. We all understand the term to mean the average life span of a group of people. But I’m here to talk about a bigger idea, which is what you expect from your life.

You may be very happy to know that Singapore is currently ranked as the country with the third highest life expectancy. We are behind Andorra and Japan, and tied with San Marino. It seems quite clear why people in those countries, and ours, live so long. We share one thing in common: our football teams are all hopeless. There’s very little danger of any of our citizens having their pulses raised by watching us play in the World Cup. Spectators are more likely to be lulled into a gentle and restful nap.

Singaporeans have a life expectancy of 81.8 years. Singapore men live to an average of 79.21 years, while Singapore women live more than five years longer, probably to take into account the additional time they need to spend in the bathroom.

So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you’ll have another 40 years to go. Four decades in which to live long and prosper.

Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they’re 50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their convocation. They would be very disappointed that they didn’t meet their life expectancy.

I’m here to tell you this. Forget about your life expectancy.

After all, it’s calculated based on an average. And you never, ever want to expect being average.

Revisit those expectations. You might be looking forward to working, falling in love, marrying, raising a family.

You are told that, as graduates, you should expect to find a job paying so much, where your hours are so much, where your responsibilities are so much.

That is what is expected of you. And if you live up to it, it will be an awful waste.

If you expect that, you will be limiting yourself. You will be living your life according to boundaries set by average people. I have nothing against average people. But no one should aspire to be them. And you don’t need years of education by the best minds in Singapore to prepare you to be average.

What you should prepare for is mess. Life’s a mess. You are not entitled to expect anything from it. Life is not fair. Everything does not balance out in the end. Life happens, and you have no control over it. Good and bad things happen to you day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment. Your degree is a poor armour against fate.

Don’t expect anything. Erase all life expectancies. Just live. Your life is over as of today. At this point in time, you have grown as tall as you will ever be, you are physically the fittest you will ever be in your entire life and you are probably looking the best that you will ever look. This is as good as it gets. It is all downhill from here. Or up. No one knows.

What does this mean for you? It is good that your life is over.

Since your life is over, you are free. Let me tell you the many wonderful things that you can do when you are free.

The most important is this: do not work.

Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By its very nature, it is undesirable.

Work kills. The Japanese have a term “Karoshi”, which means death from overwork. That’s the most dramatic form of how work can kill. But it can also kill you in more subtle ways. If you work, then day by day, bit by bit, your soul is chipped away, disintegrating until there’s nothing left. A rock has been ground into sand and dust.

There’s a common misconception that work is necessary. You will meet people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are “making a living”. No, they’re not. They’re dying, frittering away their fast-extinguishing lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless and, at worst, harmful.

People will tell you that work ennobles you, that work lends you a certain dignity. Work makes you free. The slogan "Arbeit macht frei" was placed at the entrances to a number of Nazi concentration camps. Utter nonsense.

Do not waste the vast majority of your life doing something you hate so that you can spend the small remainder sliver of your life in modest comfort. You may never reach that end anyway.

Resist the temptation to get a job. Instead, play. Find something you enjoy doing. Do it. Over and over again. You will become good at it for two reasons: you like it, and you do it often. Soon, that will have value in itself.

I like arguing, and I love language. So, I became a litigator. I enjoy it and I would do it for free. If I didn’t do that, I would’ve been in some other type of work that still involved writing fiction – probably a sports journalist.

So what should you do? You will find your own niche. I don’t imagine you will need to look very hard. By this time in your life, you will have a very good idea of what you will want to do. In fact, I’ll go further and say the ideal situation would be that you will not be able to stop yourself pursuing your passions. By this time you should know what your obsessions are. If you enjoy showing off your knowledge and feeling superior, you might become a teacher.

Find that pursuit that will energise you, consume you, become an obsession. Each day, you must rise with a restless enthusiasm. If you don’t, you are working.

Most of you will end up in activities which involve communication. To those of you I have a second message: be wary of the truth. I’m not asking you to speak it, or write it, for there are times when it is dangerous or impossible to do those things. The truth has a great capacity to offend and injure, and you will find that the closer you are to someone, the more care you must take to disguise or even conceal the truth. Often, there is great virtue in being evasive, or equivocating. There is also great skill. Any child can blurt out the truth, without thought to the consequences. It takes great maturity to appreciate the value of silence.

In order to be wary of the truth, you must first know it. That requires great frankness to yourself. Never fool the person in the mirror.

I have told you that your life is over, that you should not work, and that you should avoid telling the truth. I now say this to you: be hated.

It’s not as easy as it sounds. Do you know anyone who hates you? Yet every great figure who has contributed to the human race has been hated, not just by one person, but often by a great many. That hatred is so strong it has caused those great figures to be shunned, abused, murdered and in one famous instance, nailed to a cross.

One does not have to be evil to be hated. In fact, it’s often the case that one is hated precisely because one is trying to do right by one’s own convictions. It is far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be accommodating and hold no strong convictions. Then one will gravitate towards the centre and settle into the average. That cannot be your role. There are a great many bad people in the world, and if you are not offending them, you must be bad yourself. Popularity is a sure sign that you are doing something wrong.

The other side of the coin is this: fall in love.

I didn’t say “be loved”. That requires too much compromise. If one changes one’s looks, personality and values, one can be loved by anyone.

Rather, I exhort you to love another human being. It may seem odd for me to tell you this. You may expect it to happen naturally, without deliberation. That is false. Modern society is anti-love. We’ve taken a microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It far easier to find a reason not to love someone, than otherwise. Rejection requires only one reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard work – the only kind of work that I find palatable.

Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness. In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way. We learn the truth worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul.

Loving someone is therefore very important, and it is also important to choose the right person. Despite popular culture, love doesn’t happen by chance, at first sight, across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly, sinking roots first before branching and blossoming. It is not a silly weed, but a mighty tree that weathers every storm.

You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart.

You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you.

Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving someone. You either don’t, or you do with every cell in your body, completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it.

Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.

You’re going to have a busy life. Thank goodness there’s no life expectancy.



My favorite American holiday. Without a doubt.


From a friend.

"Whatever you can do, or DREAM you can BEGIN it! Boldness has genius, power and MAGIC in it" 
- Goethe


Forget BRIC, It's Time For CIVETS

CIVETS is an acronym, reportedly coined by Michael Geoghegan at HSBC (NYSE:HBC), for Colombia, Indonesia, Vietnam, Egypt, Turkey and South Africa. Investors may think of this as a second-generation of emerging economies, as these countries generally have fast-rising (and young) populations, relatively well-established financial infrastructure, internal stability and a pathway towards significant economic growth and potential co-leadership in their economic spheres.

Keep in mind, though, that not all of these countries posses these qualities to equal levels. What's more, none of these countries is so stable or well-established that back-sliding and disappointment could not occur. Corruption is still a significant problem in many (if not all) of these countries, and investors should not over-estimate the openness of these markets or the ease of investment. In others, an investor's options will be limited in comparison to a more-developed country like South Korea or even China and Mexico.

Of course, an assemblage of names like this is always at least a little arbitrary. Egypt, for instance, seems to have more value as a vowel than as a peer member of this group. Along similar lines, investors may find countries like Poland, Hungary or Sri Lanka to be more intriguing, even if they do not lead to a clever-sounding acronym. Accordingly, country-by-country economic due diligence is vital unless investors want to spread their bets across the entire group. (Find out how these worldly offerings can spice up your portfolio. Check out Go International With Foreign Index Funds.)

Read more: http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/g/a/2010/10/18/investopedia47669.DTL#ixzz131duG3Uh


Colombian and Venezuelan Affairs

The Fletcher Symposium on
Colombian and Venezuelan Affairs
WHEN: This Saturday, October 23, 2010
11:00am — 4:00pm

WHERE: ASEAN Auditorium, The Fletcher School, Tufts University

This symposium brings together high-level experts to discuss the deterioration in Colombia-Venezuela relations and its impact on vulnerable communities, the Andean region and the hemisphere as a whole.  Students, academics and professionals can deepen their understanding of the causes and effects of this rift, and the options and prospects for improvement.  For further details and to attend, please register at: http://colombia-venezuela-symposium.eventbrite.com/ 
Introductory Remarks
Michael Shifter, President, Inter-American Dialogue

First Panel
Reclaiming Commerce and Fostering Development
for Bilateral Prosperity

Second Panel
Narcotics, Violence and the New Role of Force

RSVP here: http://colombia-venezuela-symposium.eventbrite.com/

Calvin Klein Inc.

So far my favorite case study has been on Calvin Klein.

Learning his life story has made me a much happier person.

Shopping is now a good deed.


Burkina & Brazil

We love Brazil, in the same what that we wanna go to heaven.” I smile, as I hear these words from one of the Jamaicans I met while travelling around the island in the early 2000’s.

It is now September 2010. At Mugar Café at The Fletcher School is where I generally grab a salad or a bowl of chili for lunch. It is there where students gather, chat, have meetings, go over problem sets, laugh and make plans for the weekend. Needless to say, tables are quickly filled up at certain hours of the day.

In one of those busy afternoons, I had the pleasure of sharing a table with Kessman, and I am probably misspelling his first name. At first, he looks just like another quiet and shy first year. He looks at me from the corner of his eyes and keeps savoring his sandwich; probably wondering why I am sitting at his table. In two minutes of conversation I find out he is from Burkina Faso.

Burkina, a country that has almost 16 million people, is a landlocked country in West Africa. It is surrounded by six countries: Mali to the north, Niger to the east, Benin to the southeast, Togo and Ghana to the south, and Côte d'Ivoire to the southwest.

In three minutes of conversation, Kessman learns I am from Brazil… Brazil? He asks. Yes. And he looks at me, nods his head, and I see a warm smile brighten up his face. Before the usual question – do you like soccer? – my new Burkinabe friend tells me that my President had been to his country. And I learn that our countries have shared some type of technology that makes our cattle produce more milk.

Yesterday I went to a roundtable discussion with Paulo Sotero at MIT. Sotero is a political journalist that knows some peculiar facts about our most renowned politicians. With the goal of discussing the Brazilian Presidential elections, Sotero made a brief comment about the way our foreign affairs have been conducted. Despite its mishaps and sinuous ways, the Administration has made some important decisions.

Africa, he says, is the mother of every Brazilian citizen. This is where our music comes from; this is where the roots of the samba can be found. We dance the African way, we talk the African way, and we walk in the same manner as our neighbors across the Atlantic do. And President Lula knows that. And Kess knows that. And for a minute I feel that our distances have grown a lot smaller.

As Kess spells his name in the air, we share our impressions about some of our new friends. Yes, people are nice here. But they are nice for 5 minutes, and then they turn around and go away. And we are left alone again. I see in his eyes the reflection of my own feelings.

With a warm smile, he proudly introduces me to a friend of his that sits at our table. This is Kika, she is from 
Brazil. Again another smile and this time the typical question to which I have more than 36 different answers. They get the one in which I say that girls only watch the games; we let the men do the hard work while we cheer for them. They laugh.

As Brazil takes off and becomes the country of the future, some things will definitely change. May our intrinsic values remain in the souls of the new generations. Certain things are just too good to become developed.

(picture from here)


Wed, 10 Jun 2009 15:23:14 -0300

Relembrando memórias...

Kika Tabacnicks, esse docinho de coco, é paulistana e está fazendo mestrado emDireito e Diplomacia nos EUA. Resolveu passar o verão do outro lado do mundo fazendo estágio em Nova Deli, Índia.

Chegando lá, abriu um blog para contar suas experiências. A mocinha achou que a vida ainda estava muito mansa, resolveu ligar a câmera e gravar todos os seus passos. Daí nasceu a série "Kika, Caminhando na Índia". Este é o segundo capítulo de uma série que ela está subindo no canal dela no YouTube. Se depender da minha avaliação, penso que a moça não pára mais de falar com a câmera. Alô emissoras, se fosse vocês colocaria imediatamente a Kika na TV!


2004. Ilha de Marajó...

Achei outro conto da Kika por aqui. Confesso que me deu vontade de reescrever o texto e deixá-lo um pouquinho melhor. Quem sabe quando eu publicar meu livro?

Bom, teve um ano em que a Unicamp entrou em greve...
Acabamos tendo férias em setembro... diferentemente de todos os amigos e familiares...
Eu queria viajar e não sabia ao certo pra onde ir...
Peguei uma dessas revistas, Viagem, e decidi ir para o primeiro lugar que eu visse... Pronto, fechei os olhos, abri a revista: Ilha do Caju, em Pernambuco. De acordo com a revista um lugar maravilhoso, pouco explorado, cheio de natureza, divino... Porém, um problema: só existe uma pousada, suuuuuuper cara, que precisava de reserva...

Decidi tentar, sei lá, trabalhar na pousada, fazer algum trabalho voluntário na ilha, me juntar a um grupo de pesquisadores. O objetivo era passar o mês inteiro la... Como segunda opção, resolve abrir a revista uma segunda vez... Ilha de Marajó, Belém... Bom, beleza. Fiz as malas, liguei pra um amigo de Piauí e disse que tava indo pra Pernambuco, se não podia ficar uma noite na casa dele... Expliquei a estoria toda.. Ele achou ótimo e disse que me pegaria na rodoviária assim que eu chegasse.

Lindo. Entrei no ônibus preparada para a jornada mais longa de toda minha vida... cerca de 40 hras num ônibus... ai ai.. mas tava indo tudo numa boa... conversei com a galera do fundão, já estávamos cantando, tocando violão, fazendo a festa... e comecei a perguntar onde as pessoas iam descer, pra ver até onde eu teria a cia daquele pessoal... Até que chegou minha vez de responder...
Ah, tô indo pro Piauí... Como assim???... perguntaram uns.... esse ônibus nao vai pra lá, me avisaram...
 Naaaooooo???? ai ai ai... motorista, motorista, tô no ônibus errado... pra onde vcs vão? pra Belém, disse ele... e vc???? (nesse momento vi a segunda opção na minha frente, Ilha de Marajó!!!) bom, posso ficar aqui tbm? vc vai pra onde pergunotu o motorista? Tanto faz, disse eu... escutei atrás de mim: iii, aposto que essa daí tá fugindo do marido...
Bom, continuou ele, se vc pagar a mais, pode ficar aqui... Ótimo!!! paramos o ônibus no primeiro ponto de parada... Mãeee.... vc não sabe o que aconteceu... (mas mãe sempre sabe)... onde você tá, filha? perguntou ela... expliquei a estoria toda... bom, eu tenho um amigo da faculdade que é de Belém, mãe, você pode ligar pra ele e ver se eu não posso ficar uns dias na casa dele? posso, posso sim...
 bom, tudo combinado, os pais dele iam me pegar na rodoviária no sábado e ele chegaria de avião no domingo à noite... deu tudo certinho... apesar do calor infernal, dos mosquitos, de todo mundo ser baixinho (tenho 1m78), fiquei me achando um gigante... passeei com os pais dele e dormi.. no dia seguinte fui pra um jantar com toda a família dele na casa da avó... ai ai.. e pra explicar que eu não era namorada dele e que estava lá por acaso??... ai ai ai... bom, até que ele chegou. tudo certo. jantamos. nos divertimos. no dia seguinte resolvmos ir pra Ilha de Marajó!

Chegando lá, era época de eleição, a ilha em greve, tudo parado. não tínhamos lugar pra ficar, nem muito $$$..
Pegamos duas moto taxis e fomos pra uma praia num rio que tem por la... só tinha a gente e um chalezinho q vendia umas porções.. conversando com os donos, disseram que podíamos dormir lá por $10... tinham uma rede para nos emprestar, era só comprar uma outra... ótimo, lindo.
dormimos os 6 (tinham 2 netinhas) pendurados num chalé ao lado do rio... bom, até que o resto foi tranquilo... fomos pescar camarão com eles à noite, passeamos, aprendemos as danças típicas do local...
O único detalhe é que não ligamos para a mãe do meu amigo nenhuma vez… E lá tava ela desesperada a ligar para minha mãe… hhahahahahaha
mas agora sempre pergunto umas 3 vezes antes de entrar em ônibus (e mesmo de avião) para onde eles vão... só pra ter certeza....

Seg. Filtro Solar.

Se eu pudesse dar um conselho em relação ao futuro, eu diria: "usem filtro solar". O uso em longo prazo do filtro solar, foi cientificamente provado. Os demais conselhos que dou baseiam-se unicamente em minha própria experiência. Eu lhes darei esse conselho:

Desfrute do poder e da beleza da sua juventude. Ou, esqueça...

Você só vai compreender o poder e a beleza quando já tiverem desaparecido. Mas acredite em mim. Dentro de vinte anos você olhará suas fotos e compreenderá de um jeito que você não pode compreender agora quantas possibilidades se abriram para você e o quão fabuloso você era... Você não é tão gordo (a) quanto você imagina.

Não se preocupe com o futuro. Ou se preocupe, mas saiba que se preocupar é tão eficaz quanto tentar resolver uma equação de álgebra mascando chiclete. É quase certo que os problemas que realmente têm importância em sua vida, são aqueles que nunca passaram pela sua mente, tipo aqueles que tomam conta da sua mente às 4 horas da tarde de uma terça-feira ociosa.

Todos os dias faça alguma coisa que te assuste. Cante. Não trate os sentimentos alheios de forma irresponsável. Não tolere aqueles que agem de forma irresponsável em relação aos seus sentimentos.

Relaxe. Não perca tempo com inveja. Às vezes você ganha e às vezes você perde. A corrida é longa, e no final, tem que contar só com você.

Lembre-se dos elogios que você recebe. Esqueça dos insultos. (Se você conseguir fazer isso, me diga como...) Guarde suas cartas de amor. Jogue fora seus velhos extratos bancários. Alongue-se.

Não tenha sentimento de culpa por não saber o que você quer fazer da sua vida. As pessoas mais interessantes que eu conheço não tinham, aos 22 anos, nenhuma idéia do que fariam na vida. Algumas das pessoas interessantes de 40 anos que eu conheço ainda não sabem.

Tome bastante cálcio. Seja gentil com seus joelhos. Você sentirá falta deles quando não funcionarem mais.

Talvez você se case, talvez não. Talvez tenha filhos, talvez não.
Talvez você se divorcie aos 40.
Talvez você dance uma valsinha quando fizer 75 anos de casamento. 

O que você fizer não se orgulhe, nem se critique demais. Todas as suas escolhas têm 50% de chance de dar certo. Como as escolhas de todos os demais.

Curta seu corpo da maneira que puder.
Use-o de todas as formas que puder.
Não tenha medo dele ou do que as outras pessoas pensam dele.
Ele é o maior instrumento que você possuirá.
Dance. Mesmo que o único lugar que você tenha para dançar seja sua sala de estar.

Leia todas as indicações, mesmo que você não as siga. Não leia revistas de beleza. Elas só vão fazer você se sentir feio.

Saiba entender seus pais. Você não sabe a falta que você vai sentir deles quando eles forem embora pra valer. 
Seja agradável com seus irmãos. Eles são seu melhor vínculo com o passado e aqueles que, no futuro, provavelmente nunca deixarão você na mão. Entenda que os amigos vão e vem, mas que há um punhado deles, preciosos, que você tem que guardar com muito carinho.

Trabalhe duro para transpor os obstáculos geográficos e os obstáculos da vida, porque quanto mais você envelhece, tanto mais precisa das pessoas que te conheceram quando você era jovem.

More em New York uma vez.Mas mude-se antes que ela te transforme em uma pessoa dura.
More no Norte da Califórnia uma vez.
Mas mude-se antes de tornar-se uma pessoa muito mole.

Aceite algumas verdades eternas: Os preços vão subir, os políticos são mulherengos e você também vai envelhecer. E quando você envelhecer, você fantasiará que quando você era jovem: os preços eram razoáveis, os políticos eram nobres e as crianças respeitavam os mais velhos. Respeite as pessoas mais velhas.

Não espere apoio de ninguém. Talvez você tenha um fundo de garantia. Talvez você tenha um cônjuge rico. Mas você nunca sabe quando um ou outro pode desaparecer.
Não mexa muito em seu cabelo. Senão, quando tiver quarenta anos, vai ficar com a aparência de oitenta e cinco.

Tenha cuidado com as pessoas que lhe dão conselhos. Mas seja paciente com elas. Conselho é uma forma de nostalgia. Dar conselho é uma forma de resgatar o passado da lata do lixo, limpá-lo, esconder as partes feias e reciclá-lo por um preço muito maior do que realmente vale.

Mas acredite em mim, quando eu falo do filtro solar.

(por Mary Schmich, Chicago Tribune, 1º de junho de 1997).


Anime-se. Sunday. Sep 26.


Ao acordar...
Envolva-se pela música, cante e ouça.
Comece a sorrir mais cedo.

Ao invés de reclamar quando o relógio despertar, agradeça pela oportunidade de acordar mais um dia.
O bom humor é contagiante espalhe-o, fale de coisas boas, de saúde de sonhos, de amor.
Não se lamente!!!
Ajude as outras pessoas a perceberem o que há de bom dentro de si.

Não viva emoções mornas ou vazias.
Cultive seu interior, extraia o máximo de pequenas coisas.
Seja transparente e deixe que as pessoas saibam que você as estima e precisa delas.

Repense os valores e dê a chance de crescer e ser mais feliz.
Tudo que merece ser feito, merece ser bem feito.
Torne suas obrigações atraentes, tenha garra e determinação.

Mude, opine, ame o que faz.
Não trabalhe só por dinheiro e sim pela satisfação da missão cumprida.
Lembre-se de que nem todos têm a mesma oportunidade.
Pense no melhor, trabalhe pelo melhor e espere o melhor.

Transforme seus movimentos em oportunidades.
Veja o lado positivo das coisas e assim tornará seu otimismo uma realidade.
Não inveje. Admire!
Sinta entusiasmo com o sucesso alheio, como seria com o seu próprio.

Idealize um modelo de competência e faça sua auto avaliação para saber o que lhe está faltando para chegar lá.
Ocupe seu tempo crescendo, desenvolvendo suas habilidades e seu talento.
Só assim não terá tempo de criticar os outros.
Não acumule fracassos e sim experiências.
Tire proveito dos seus problemas e não se deixe abater por eles.

Tenha fé e energia, acredite!!!
Você pode tudo que quiser.


Seja grande para os aborrecimentos, pobre para a raiva, forte para vencer o medo e FELIZ para permitir momentos felizes.
Não viva só para o trabalho.
Tenha outras atividades paralelas como esportes, leituras, cultivar amigos.
O trabalho é uma das contribuições que damos à vida, mas não se deve jogar nele todas as nossas expectativas de realizações.

Finalmente, ria das coisas à sua volta, de seus problemas, de seus erros, ria da vida.
E... ame.

(texto de Silvio Barletta)


Formatura IE 99 - Homenagem aos amigos.

Dizem por aí que amigos são coisas para serem
guardadas do lado esquerdo do peito. Bom, que me
desculpem, mas os meus não vou guarda-los não. Quero
quê sejam livre para ir onde o coração mandar. Para
viajar, mudar de cidade se for preciso, quero que
conheçam o mundo inteiro, para dar o gostinho especial
de sua amizade a quem encontrarem no caminho.

Amigos assim eu recomendo a todos pois fazem um bem
pra alma. Mais que amigos, companheiros, conselheiros,
churasqueiros, baladeiros, baderneiros, estragados

Companhia pra qualquer situação, a família que
deixamos em nossas cidades natais... quem cuidou de
nos, deu remedio, fez sopinha, conversou nos momentos

Tudo isso foi momentaneamente substituído pelos amigos
que fizemos aquie... Agradecemos, por tudo.

Foram pessoas com quem contamos em vários momentos,
seja para matar aula e ir jogar boliche, ou ir ao
cinema, seja fazer balada segunda a noite, encher a
cara no fim de semana, tomar uma cervejinha no Bar
Azul, Brix, Zepplein, File, Seo Rosa, Coronel,

Existem momentos que serão eternizados, como todos os
inúmeros churrascos e festas e amigos secreto na Rep
do Farofa, onde todos aqui já pisaram pelo menos uma

São amigos para tudo. Ate mesmo segurar a tenda
durante as enormes tempestades de Campinas, naquela
semana da economia, lembram?

Fazer bagunça nas economiadas, dançar debaixo de
chuva, ou mesmo estudar até altas horas, ao lado de
galões de café e pipoca queimada... gente para se
sentar ao lado na cantina, no bosque, em casa, no
carro, e conversar sobre a vida, sonhar juntos, contar
do passado e imaginar o futuro....

Imagina a gente daqui a alguns anos???

O filhinho do Marcello  xavecando a filha do Fred...
O Fred ficando puto da vida que o marcellinho não
toque na filha dele, e o Marcello so incentivando o
pobre garoto... Ou o bando de cabecinhas jogando bola
com os monstrinhos....

A Su vai estar na Alemanha vendo os Gansos nadarem no
lago congelado..  A Tis vai papear com o Baiano, morar
na terra do sol, saborear um Camarão com Farofa. A
Agnes e a Carol vão quebrar tudo no real e virar
banqueiras ricaças...

Aposto que a Desi vai continuar gritando e dando
chilique.... O Bera vai assumir as raízes e virar
cowboy no Texas, ao lado do Crestana, lógico, que
posso até ver num daqueles comerciais do Marlboro.

Falando em cigarro, aposto que a drizon vai iniciar
uma campanha “fume na varanda”. Já o Korea, esse aí
vai jogar com o Enilsio e juntos, vão dominar o mundo
do futebol e catar todas as loirinhas da vida...

Pô mas será que dá tempo de falar de todo mundo?

Mas se não os pais da Simone, da Giovanna e do Feilipe
vão ficar tristes....

Então, faz assim, vc fala do Guth, do Kengi e da
Amanda e pergunta pro Jim como estava o Japão que eu
vejo com o Carlos  o que ele vai estar organizando pro
ano que vem.. Provavelmente a Malu vai estar
procurando baladas e cabeleireiros onde estiver

 E vê se pede pro Burgo trazer uns Hamburguers que ta
me dando uma fome....

Quem falta? Pô, do Didi e do Barão  nem to a fim de
falar nada. O Barão, pra variar, vai se esconder no
submundo, porque ele some e ninguém acha e ninguém
fica sabendo o que ele estava fazendo... O Didi, sendo
o mais tranqüilo, vai continuar agitando a galera pras

E o Santista? Ahhh,, vai casar com o Ana...

O Doug comentou de um projeto pra substituir o Tony
Ramos na televisão, será que rola?

E o Harry?
Aposto que vai desencanar de economia e virar um
estilista famoso.

O Vô e o Thiaguinho vão acabar numa tribo de
aborigena, surfando todos os dias... E o thiagnuinho
impressionando a mulherada com aquela triste estória
do tubarão....

Aposto que o Zaia vai dar uma de go go boy em

Bom, o oráculo da nossa turma, Taleboy, provavelmente
vai ser presidente da ZZZiemens e arrumar emprego pra
toda galera....

E a Chris? Cadê?

Casou, vc não sabia?

Pois é, de volta pra cidadezinha natal.....

O Pixole vai se divertir com sua futura esposa no
Hotel Casa Grande no Guarujá.

E o Bredda, bem,  ele no Safra, vai ser concorrente
numero 1 da Carol e da Anegs no mercado....

É esse pessoal vai fazer falta....

Quero sim guardar no peito, ou melhor, na memória do
celular, todos os telefones e emails, para ligarmos
quando nos sentirmos sozinhos. Pra conversar no
messenger quando estiverem trabalhando até meia noite,
como vc, o Fred, o Santista...

Pra torcermos juntos durante a copa do mundo, lembra,
la na sua casa?
Pó, é,  aquele fondue, o churras, o super café da
manha... É, lembranças boas....

5 anos... de amizade, carinho, dedicação, de
companheirismo.... Mais do que uma formação em
economia, sim, agradecemos os professores,

mas hoje somos o que somos, graças a nossos amigos,
pelas experiencias de vida e momentos divertidos e
difíceis que passamos juntos.

Foi um prazer e é, estar ao lado de vcs.

A gente se vê por ae.

Kika e Farofa