Juazeiro, Petrolina, Perth, Sydney..todas duas eu acho uma coisa linda eu moro em Juazeiro e agora vou para Petrolina.

Amigos, amigas, pinguços, porteiros, familia! Sim, Ferbimbiu está indo atravessar a ponte; Ou melhor o deserto para, enfim, conhecer Sydney e posteriormente Melborne.
Ja estou com a mala pronta, indo pra capitar. 20 dias conhecendo essas duas cidades e tentando ficar sobrio.
A primeira parada, Sydney. Casa do Renan; Olha a primeira frase que o safado me lança: - Ô Fê, chegando aqui ( tipo depois de 4 horas de viagem num pombo voador), balada! Po Renanzito, assim se mata o veio!
To nem ae; Limpei merda, servi gente, poli prato agora eu quero ver Cavia!

Abraço rapaziada e lembrando sempre: Canguru no Brasil é cavalo com caimbra!

Everything is gonna be allright in the summer time.

Friends, here I am again. But now its not for selfish reasons like writing to improve my skills or wasting time with my lap top. Im here to help my
friends who want to develop their reading skills in English, like Indio, for example. Indio, this short copy is for you.
Anyway, Im gonna tell you guys what happened with me on a beautiful Sunday in Perth,....a mean...PEEEERTHHHH. Here I was, drinking my
beer, surrounded by beautiful gils dressing large "panties" when I had a idea. - Hey Leo, what about if we going to the Cotesloe club?
It was a simple question that I had been proposed. If I translated properly would be something like: - Hey Leo, What about spend all our money in this club,
drinking? It was a very fair proposition I thought.
Someone said once that a mobile in a hand of a drunk guy can be a gun. I absolutely agree!
So this was the end of the whole story. It was 3 am, mobile in my hands, calling for on friend of mine, looking for.. ( Hey its not easy stay for a long time
without some necessities, I hope girls that you don't take this too serious!!!) What I would suppose to do, for god sake!


Cheers and going to Sydney!
FerNNNNNNAndo.

Time do you have a table?

Hi my mates. Yes I said mates after all I am in Australia, land of Kangurus, blonde girls and time table. Actually good bless the time table ( just this time), mainly when do
you wake up very late, completely lost and discovery that instead 8:30 our bus pass at 8:34. Of course does not have the same happiness to get a bus like
in Brazil where the wise COBRADOR can bored you with his voice!
But I was thinking this days. Does it really important to have time table? Does Fernandinho became insane? Is there to much alcohol in his blood than he cant
distinguish between what is real or not?
Fernandinho answer in a clear portuguese: Quem muito se programa acaba virando canal.


See ya

If you see something, say something

Ok my friends here I am writing in English after one year and two exactly! It have been a great experience to learn
this fucking language, to drink a bunch of difference brands like Tooten New, Corona ( very Australian..) , Swan draught and
to see a lot of Japanese, Chinese, south Koreans speaking like cockroaches.
As you guys can see, Im still bitter like those old times when I used to answer our stupid teachers when they came with their jokes.
The fact is that I still recording those days with happiness; When we were just dreamers, looking forward for the possibilities in front of us. Unfortunately nobody told at that time about how this market used to be. Good, for a couple of " clever students who knows someone inside the system" and cruel, for the whole rest. ( I call rest, after all, If you have time to read this means that you are overseas, cleaning something or take some orders in a restaurant or unemployed.)
Lets be honest friends; Have you seen that bus with a banner wrote " Just graduate and marry with a job! " have you?

Like the woman who used to advice on a speakers inside the Perth's train: If you see something, say something.

Cheers.