O pior de tudo é...

você estar rouca, fanhosa e morrendo de gripe e alguém chegar "Nossa, sua voz tá tão sexy hoje".
É né. Doente porém sexy.

Chronicles of Relationships: The Remote Control, the PMS and the Sofa

-WTF man, what are you doing!?!
-I guess...I'm watching WWE?Isn't kinda obvious?
-Oh, really? I think I've already realized that ok? But in case you didn't notice it's 8 PM and I want to watch MY SOAP OPERA, so get your hands out of the remote control!
-You kidding man?I won't lose that fight! Soap opera is sooooo gay!
-Well, guess what we are...
-I mean, not just gay, it's GAAAAY.
-I don't care, I give you 10 seconds to give me this damn remote control or you're sleeping in the sofa tonight!
-WTF dude, you got PMS or something??
-I'll show you the PSM!the Control NOW!or the sofa will be waiting for you.
-Arrrgh.Why don't you grow up. Ok, let's fight in the same level now! If you send me to the sofa tonight you won't have clean clothes for the rest of your life!
-I KNOW how to wash my OWN clothes ok!
-Oh yeah, of course!You just ruined your last smart t-shirt!
-I can't live without smart clothes, right!And if you don't hand me out this damn remote I'll throw all your britney stuff out!
-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!Not the Britney things!Don't you dare! Dammit this gay soap opera!
- The only gay thing in here are these guys wrestling and touching each other and... and...moaning.
-They're not moaning!They're groaning!
-Whatever...look the way they hold each other, they grab each other arms and...it's so....incredibly, absolutely manly and...and...*drooling* sexy.
-Yeah...you're right. you know what? Damn the Tv.
-Totally!
-Wanna fight?Grrr
-Come and get me.


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-How many times I told you not to leave your clothes all around the bedroom!? You think your wet towel picks itself up and go by its own to the laundry!?
Now listen to me!I didn't marry you to be a slave!If you don't colaborate, you'll be waiting for your clean clothes, your ready supper and your ironed white shirts forever!
-Honey...? You got PMS baby?
-AAAAARGH, I'll show you PMS!
-And don't you dare putting your dirty hands in the remote control!I worked all the day and now I have the godforsaken right to at least, watch Ellen show in peace.
-But...but..
-No but me!
-But I have a MATCH to watch!Not just a match, it's the FINAL CUP!
-Whatever, I don't care.
-What!?Your...
-WHAT? Watch your mouth or you're sleeping in the sofa for six months from now!That'll teach you not to be so sexist!
-Gosh...Why don't you buy your own tv!
-STEVE!!!!
-OK, OK! Don't yell, the neighbours are listening!Listen to me baby...you can watch Ellen show everyday.It's just ONE match I need to watch, a special one!Give me the control and I promise I'm making the dinne for one whole month!
-The dinner hun?Just the dinner?
-And the towels, I'll pick them up
-This is your obligation! *outraged*
-right, right, the dinner, the towels, and the rubbish!What do you say?
-Ok, I'll give you the...
*Light blacks out*
-MY MATCH!
-MY DINNER!

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-Hon...
-...hummf..
-HONEY...!
-WHAT?! *rubbing the eyes* It's 4 am Jane, don't you tell me you want to discuss our relationship AGAIN!
-Well, I'm ofended, Am I supposed to wake you up at this time to do such a silly thing?Is that what you think of me?
-No...no...I don't think anything...not at this time at least. What's the matter honey?
-You know when something really disturbing comes to your mind and you can't help thinking about it?I'm scared.
- The nightmares again. Come on, let me hold you and you sleep again...
-No, no...not the nightmares...
-Period pains again?
-Luce!!!! This is a serious issue ok!?
-Right, right...I'm awake and listening, just tell me.
-Promise you won't have a fit if I tell you.
-Spit it out!
-Hey! Don't be so...
-So...What!? I'm sleepy, I have to get up at 6am to go to work, I need to sleep! Tell me what's your problem and we'll solve this!
-Right! * jump out of the bad and runs to the closet*
-...
-*takes a mall bag out of the closet and shakes it upside down.* Does this skirt match with my new boots?*
-WHAT?!
-Come on, please, please, please, tell me, it's bugging me since last afternoon!
- Enough! I'm going to the sofa so I can get some rest without being awoke by your super fashion outbreaks!
-What's your problem Luce!It's just a damn question...the boots...the skirt....wait...what?You got PMS baby?

So...he was just a 10-year-old boy. His eyes were so blue it was impossible not to be charmed by that kid. But there was fear in his eyes, the fear of a child who went trough all the things a child should never be trough.
She was a dark-haired woman, she had stunning blue eyes and her presence was kinda intimidating. They were in that truck for about two minutes, neither of them knew exacly what to say.
"So..." she started.Her voice was a bit rusky and very low "You're staying at my place tonight Evan"
"And then..."
"Then...well, they're going to find a better place for you"
"Like a foster care"
"Well, no... I mean..."
"I know"
"I know its hard... but all we want is your safety"

They got out of the car and Evan gripped his fingers in his backpack straps. It was a huge house, probably safe and war inside. But inside of himself, he was cold and alone.

They were kids...
well, not exactly kids, but something like pre-teens. 12 and 13 to be exact.
He was 13.He was the...guy, who has never cared about being popular and do all the stuff the other ...guys used to do. When the others were just worried about playing sports and talking about...girls, he was just living his life.That year, he happened to win some popularity. He didn't understood how that happened, but it was ok. He was in the 7# grade at school, he had a best friend, and some kids from he 6# grade were always around him, because he didn't ignore them as everybody did.
Among those ... "kids", there was a little blondie girl. She was kind of different from the others. The other girls were always wearing make-up and wearing differente clothes to get the boys attention. That girl just didn't use to worry about that.She liked this guy company, but she was just 12 and she didn't think about love]matters that time.
And that... guy also didn't care about feelings romantic subjects.After all, they were pre-teens with a childish mind.
The years passed by and when our little...guy turned 15, he went to
highschool. The girl wasn't there, cause she was younger than him, but he didn't care, because he had forgotten that girl.
When the guy turned 16, he started dating with another girl from another city. A complicated situation, but they could handle that for some time. Just for time, though.
That time, the girl from the beggining of the story, was arriving at this guy's school.He saw her.She was... differente. She wasn't a little girl anymore. She grew up and now she had not just a beautiful golden hair and wonderful green eyes, but her face was like...an angel. An incredibly misterious angel. The boys didn't notice her immediately, cause she wasn't the kind they decide to "track". She didn't have a "supermodel" body, she used to wear very sporty clothes, almost male clothes to be exact. But our guy...he was mesmerized by that beauty.
It wasn't physycal.It was...different. Besides, he was in a relationship, and different from the other guys, he was absolutely loyal to his feelings.
Well, the destiny can be cruel, and our boy and his girlfriend broke up after a whole year together.
he was free now, but someting kept him away from that angelic girl.
He didn't understood that.Somethings they were in the supper queue, and she smiled to him, and waved briefly.He waved back to her, but nothing more than that.
He finished highschool, and the year after, everytime he passed by that school walls, he had some hope to see that girl.But he never saw her.
Some months later, he was going to work when he saw her cycling down the street, she said hi and he almost forgot to breath.
But that couldn't be. And then our guy decided he felt nothing for her. He didn't see her for months and it helped him to believe he was right.
One year later, he was shopping for clothes, when he saw her pulling a heavy box to the lift, she was wearing that dark red uniform and he sighed and follow her with his eyes.She entered the lift and disappeared, but she came back some minutes later and she saw him.
For some reason, she smiled. She didn't have to smile.Both of them didn't talk for more than 2 years, they probably would have forgotten each other, mostly because he didn't mean nothing to her, and she didn't mean nothing to him, or this was what they were supposed to believe.
But she just smiled...a special smile. A smile that enlightned that cloudy and stupid saturday. And then she left.
It was nothing, he thought. He didn't feel nothing, he managed to put into his mind. And it worked for a while.
Half an year later, he was on his way to work...when he saw her again. For some reason the destiny just had the very bad habbit of doing both of them come across each other regularly.What a disgrace. But the last time he saw her, the literally lost his air.
She was not just beautiful and angelic, but stunning. Not the kind of stunning the other boys would think, but our guy was different. He liked her tom boy style. Her sport clothes, her jacket zipped up to the neck, and now, her short messed hair.
What a cowardice, he always had a weak spot for short haired girls.
The destiny knew how to be cruel, it DID know.But...in the destiny's hand was that guy.

There are lots of things I admire about you, and you, don't even notice.

The way you gesture when you speak...
The way you blush when you make some silly mistake...
The way you get all shy when they start a subjet which has to do with emotions or relationships...
The way you rub your eyes under your glasses and the way you seem to be sleepy sometimes...
Your smile...oh God have mercy, that smile...
Your constant happiness and your endless optimism
The way you start to mumble when you're trying to re-organize your thoughts before you talk.
The way you start laughing just because...
The way you leave...