Saturday, February 28, 2009
Two Man & a Woman
On a group of beautiful deserted islands in the middle of nowhere, the following people are stranded:
* two Italian men and one Italian woman
* two French men and one French woman
* two German men and one German woman
* two Greek men and one Greek woman
* two English men and one English woman
* two Bulgarian men and one Bulgarian woman
* two Japanese men and one Japanese woman
* two Chinese men and one Chinese woman
* two American men and one American woman
* two Irish men and one Irish woman
One month later on these absolutely stunning deserted islands in the middle of nowhere, the following things have occurred:
* One Italian man killed the other Italian man for the Italian woman.
* The two French men and the French woman are living happily together in a menage-a-trois.
* The two German men have a strict weekly schedule of alternating visits with the German woman.
* The two Greek men are sleeping with each other and the Greek woman is cleaning and cooking for them.
* The two English men are waiting for someone to introduce them to the English woman.
* The two Bulgarian men took one long look at the endless ocean and another long look at the Bulgarian woman and started swimming.
* The two Japanese men have faxed Tokyo and are awaiting instructions.
* The two Chinese men have set up a pharmacy/liquor/ convenience store/restaurant/laundry, and have gotten the woman pregnant in order to supply employees for their store.
* The two American men are contemplating the virtues of suicide, because the American woman keeps on complaining about her body, the true nature of feminism, how she can do everything they can do, the necessity of fulfillment, the equal division of household chores, how sand and palm trees make her look fat, how her last boyfriend respected her opinion and treated her nicer than they do, all the sales she's missing, how her relationship with her mother is improving, and how at least the taxes are low and it isn't raining. The American woman, meanwhile, watches the men fart and scratch.
* The two Irish men divided the island into North and South and set up a distillery. They do not remember if sex is in the picture because it gets sort of foggy after the first few liters of coconut whiskey. But they're satisfied, because at least the English aren't having any fun.
* two Italian men and one Italian woman
* two French men and one French woman
* two German men and one German woman
* two Greek men and one Greek woman
* two English men and one English woman
* two Bulgarian men and one Bulgarian woman
* two Japanese men and one Japanese woman
* two Chinese men and one Chinese woman
* two American men and one American woman
* two Irish men and one Irish woman
One month later on these absolutely stunning deserted islands in the middle of nowhere, the following things have occurred:
* One Italian man killed the other Italian man for the Italian woman.
* The two French men and the French woman are living happily together in a menage-a-trois.
* The two German men have a strict weekly schedule of alternating visits with the German woman.
* The two Greek men are sleeping with each other and the Greek woman is cleaning and cooking for them.
* The two English men are waiting for someone to introduce them to the English woman.
* The two Bulgarian men took one long look at the endless ocean and another long look at the Bulgarian woman and started swimming.
* The two Japanese men have faxed Tokyo and are awaiting instructions.
* The two Chinese men have set up a pharmacy/liquor/ convenience store/restaurant/laundry, and have gotten the woman pregnant in order to supply employees for their store.
* The two American men are contemplating the virtues of suicide, because the American woman keeps on complaining about her body, the true nature of feminism, how she can do everything they can do, the necessity of fulfillment, the equal division of household chores, how sand and palm trees make her look fat, how her last boyfriend respected her opinion and treated her nicer than they do, all the sales she's missing, how her relationship with her mother is improving, and how at least the taxes are low and it isn't raining. The American woman, meanwhile, watches the men fart and scratch.
* The two Irish men divided the island into North and South and set up a distillery. They do not remember if sex is in the picture because it gets sort of foggy after the first few liters of coconut whiskey. But they're satisfied, because at least the English aren't having any fun.
Once Upon a time there were two needy boYs..
Last night i pointed out to my beloved friends how, in this past couples of weeks, we've discuss John's and Jack's love life more than we did in the past 7 years...
personally, i think the only reason for that is your needs...
In others words...
JACK AND JOHN, you and this chicken have a LOT in common!!
(i guess the difference between you both and this chick is that it realises the truth, as you keep fighting the realityback ..)
Now, you must know i Love You Guys..
(and so, just let me know if you neel anything...that's what friends are for!!)
Across the Universe
I present to you one of the best movies ever made. It has some serious flaws, but the texture, the chemistry and the feel of the movie, just really hit me. Forget Mamma Mia, this is what a musical should be like! And it's funny, you can watch it 3 or 4 times you still won't get all the little references to both the 60's and the Beatles.
I've just seen a face,
I can't forget the time or place
That we'd just met, she's just the girl for me
And I want all the world to see we've met
Had it been another day
I might have looked the other way
And I had never been aware
But as it is I dream of her tonight
Falling, yes I am falling
And she keeps calling me back again
I have never known
The likes of this, I've been alone
And I have missed things and kept out of sight
But other girls were never quite like this
Falling, yes I am falling
And she keeps calling me back again
PLEASE watch it!!
I've just seen a face,
I can't forget the time or place
That we'd just met, she's just the girl for me
And I want all the world to see we've met
Had it been another day
I might have looked the other way
And I had never been aware
But as it is I dream of her tonight
Falling, yes I am falling
And she keeps calling me back again
I have never known
The likes of this, I've been alone
And I have missed things and kept out of sight
But other girls were never quite like this
Falling, yes I am falling
And she keeps calling me back again
PLEASE watch it!!
Proving Jack/John Wrong
I can show you how funny telling things in plain, simple way really is.
I'll tell you.
You know when people die, if you go to them and say he when to the longest sleep there's no fun, but if you say it's a crucifixion (with some wipping before hand)
Or when Your sitting talking about someone who is present and listening at the table, and someone asks who is "His name".
The bes situation dought is when you get to say to someone plain and simply, "You're stupid" or "Son of a bItch, wheN will YOU leARn, Every thing haS iT's fUcking PrIce Dom ass!!!"
But Maybe your write Subliminal mensages are lots of fun too.
John Scared Kramer
I'll tell you.
You know when people die, if you go to them and say he when to the longest sleep there's no fun, but if you say it's a crucifixion (with some wipping before hand)
Or when Your sitting talking about someone who is present and listening at the table, and someone asks who is "His name".
The bes situation dought is when you get to say to someone plain and simply, "You're stupid" or "Son of a bItch, wheN will YOU leARn, Every thing haS iT's fUcking PrIce Dom ass!!!"
But Maybe your write Subliminal mensages are lots of fun too.
John Scared Kramer
Play the Game?
This is a great game to play with your mother, when she doesn't know your playing it.
Petite Mort
Ok, this post has a little red ball in the corner. Or maybe not I don't really know... But don't be scared :)
I found this video a few weeks ago. It's not that I like the description, but I like two things about it: first, the tipography is excellent, really matches the mood, and second, the spanish makes it justice, it's just so sexy! I guess there's nothing you can't find a way to say with a little sensuality in spanish.
Watch it, just 'cause I don't like tabus...
Watch it, just 'cause I don't like tabus...
Friday, February 27, 2009
the Farm
As I acknowledge there are many animals in a far, usually there are cats, mice, dogs, sheep, worms, birds, chickens and so on. There are also a lot of windows, doors, walls…
And it is really fun there, every day the cat chasses the mouse, the dog chasses the cat, and the sheep stand and watch (eating pop corn), the chicken lays the eggs for the day’s meal, and the bird flies around in his little cage. By the end of the day the cat is tiered of chasing the mouse, the dog is tiered of chasing the cat, the sheep ate all the pop corn, the chicken laid a dozen eggs, and the bird is still in the cage.
In the next day:
The cat chasses the mouse, the dog chasses the cat, and the sheep stand and watch (eating pop corn), the chicken lays the eggs for the day’s meal, and the bird flies around in his little cage. By the end of the day the cat is tiered of chasing the mouse, the dog is tiered of chasing the cat, the sheep ate all the pop corn, the chicken laid a dozen eggs, and the bird is still in the cage.
And the next:
The cat chasses the mouse, the dog chasses the cat, and the sheep stand and watch (eating pop corn), the chicken lays the eggs for the day’s meal, and the bird flies around in his little cage. By the end of the day the cat is tiered of chasing the mouse, the dog is tiered of chasing the cat, the sheep ate all the pop corn, the chicken laid a dozen eggs, and the bird dies (OOOOooooHhhhhhh! What a short life she had).
And the next:
Everyone goes to the birdie funeral. And all of them died because the chicken forgot to lay the eggs that day. (except thebecause they ate popcorn sheep)The end
Besides the metaphor of the sheep eating pop corn, this is of course a tribute to Shaun the Sheep, and my appetite for pop corn right now. The only metaphor in the text goes to say that you wossies, should stop with the metaphors about animals, they are fucking annoying. Just Say things as they are PLEASE!!!
John Scar Kramer
P.S.: John Your choice to use a cat for a metaphor of yourself was a wrong one, now I have all the Wright to call you PUSSY-cat
And it is really fun there, every day the cat chasses the mouse, the dog chasses the cat, and the sheep stand and watch (eating pop corn), the chicken lays the eggs for the day’s meal, and the bird flies around in his little cage. By the end of the day the cat is tiered of chasing the mouse, the dog is tiered of chasing the cat, the sheep ate all the pop corn, the chicken laid a dozen eggs, and the bird is still in the cage.
In the next day:
The cat chasses the mouse, the dog chasses the cat, and the sheep stand and watch (eating pop corn), the chicken lays the eggs for the day’s meal, and the bird flies around in his little cage. By the end of the day the cat is tiered of chasing the mouse, the dog is tiered of chasing the cat, the sheep ate all the pop corn, the chicken laid a dozen eggs, and the bird is still in the cage.
And the next:
The cat chasses the mouse, the dog chasses the cat, and the sheep stand and watch (eating pop corn), the chicken lays the eggs for the day’s meal, and the bird flies around in his little cage. By the end of the day the cat is tiered of chasing the mouse, the dog is tiered of chasing the cat, the sheep ate all the pop corn, the chicken laid a dozen eggs, and the bird dies (OOOOooooHhhhhhh! What a short life she had).
And the next:
Everyone goes to the birdie funeral. And all of them died because the chicken forgot to lay the eggs that day. (except thebecause they ate popcorn sheep)The endBesides the metaphor of the sheep eating pop corn, this is of course a tribute to Shaun the Sheep, and my appetite for pop corn right now. The only metaphor in the text goes to say that you wossies, should stop with the metaphors about animals, they are fucking annoying. Just Say things as they are PLEASE!!!
John Scar Kramer
P.S.: John Your choice to use a cat for a metaphor of yourself was a wrong one, now I have all the Wright to call you PUSSY-cat
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Congratulations to Me
That’s right I do need to be congratulated after passing throw what was to me a grand test. I did it. Be happy for me because I deserve it.
The soon to be clown of the year;
John Scar Kramer
Little Bird
Have you ever been the cat?
I have... I am from now and then.
Sometimes a little bird appears in my life, so beautiful and fragile, yet so confident and secure. I don't feel like hunting for the bird. I just feel like watching it and touching it. But because I'm big and clumsy, I'm afraid to hurt it and so I just stare, and do nothing.
The little bird seems perfect trough the glass. It doesn't even notice me and goes on with its life. There's no way it could ever let me touch it, because it's not suposed to, it's not normal.
And so the clock goes on as I sit there, too afraid to show myself, too afraid to go around the glass.
As everything that is beautiful, there is an angle from wich the bird is ugly. And I end up seeing it. You know, the truth hurts - not the searching after but the running from. Against all odds I still feel atracted to the bird, even with its flaws: it's what makes it that bird and no other, and I like them. As always, the little bird eventually flies off and I go on with my life.
Some days I lay down and purr, wishing the bird would come back...
I have... I am from now and then.
Sometimes a little bird appears in my life, so beautiful and fragile, yet so confident and secure. I don't feel like hunting for the bird. I just feel like watching it and touching it. But because I'm big and clumsy, I'm afraid to hurt it and so I just stare, and do nothing.
The little bird seems perfect trough the glass. It doesn't even notice me and goes on with its life. There's no way it could ever let me touch it, because it's not suposed to, it's not normal.
And so the clock goes on as I sit there, too afraid to show myself, too afraid to go around the glass.
As everything that is beautiful, there is an angle from wich the bird is ugly. And I end up seeing it. You know, the truth hurts - not the searching after but the running from. Against all odds I still feel atracted to the bird, even with its flaws: it's what makes it that bird and no other, and I like them. As always, the little bird eventually flies off and I go on with my life.
Some days I lay down and purr, wishing the bird would come back...
What's that sound?
For what's the sound of the world out there?
What, Mr. Todd?
What, Mr. Todd?
What is that sound?
Those crunching noises pervading the air!
Figure out the sound and I'll give you a treat
What, Mr. Todd?
What, Mr. Todd?
What is that sound?
Those crunching noises pervading the air!
Figure out the sound and I'll give you a treat
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Mad World
Mad World - Gary Jules
Every Child should sit down and listen. You, child… What are you thinking about now?
Walking down the road 2
Almost every day I walk a road that will lead to my rest. During this thirty minutes walk I think about what I've done, what I’m doing and what I'm going to do. Thirty minutes to plan a strategy to life, almost every day.
Repeating myself is part of the process.
So what have I done?
What am I doing now?
I'm preparing to do better this time.
What am I going to do?
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Carnival
I would like to start something.
I would like to start a tradition for Carnival, every year nominate the clown of the year. Being there, only the commentators and authors of the blog, to choose from.
please Participate.
Wishing a good Carnival
John Scar Kramer
I would like to start a tradition for Carnival, every year nominate the clown of the year. Being there, only the commentators and authors of the blog, to choose from.
please Participate.
Wishing a good Carnival
John Scar Kramer
Monday, February 23, 2009
100th, the second!
Now for real...
When it all began...there was one lonely boy...searching for...well, just searching!!
Then, he asked two people to join him and they said yes because...well, just because!!
I guess this blog's childhood represents what life is all about....
So...here we speak our mind...hoping you'd understand our way to see the world...never hoping for you to be a part of it,though..It's like a public service...(Not sexual...Iuh...You pervert!)
Here we go for the 200th...
It would be nice to have you around..but if life turns other way....
When it all began...there was one lonely boy...searching for...well, just searching!!
Then, he asked two people to join him and they said yes because...well, just because!!
I guess this blog's childhood represents what life is all about....
So...here we speak our mind...hoping you'd understand our way to see the world...never hoping for you to be a part of it,though..It's like a public service...(Not sexual...Iuh...You pervert!)
Here we go for the 200th...
It would be nice to have you around..but if life turns other way....
Decisions!!
We all need to make them…it’s something we can’t get away from.
I find interesting the fact that even though we make choices all the time, as we grow older, making them does not get any easier.
I read once that “the first step to getting the things you want out of life is decide what you want.” But that’s the thing…deciding implies taking responsibility for (future) consequences, which I don’t really enjoy. Truth be told, it SUCKS…
I don’t agree with those who thinks politics is the art of postponing decisions until they are no longer relevant, but I see why I fit in this scenario.
There are some people, just like me, however long their experience (not much) or strong intellect (still working on it), are temperamentally incapable of reaching firm decisions. What makes me unhappy with this condition of mine is that indecision and delays are the parents of failure and I don’t want to fail. Therefore, I should have had the courage to make one simple choice that matches me…death!!.. But I guess part of the reason I didn’t is because feeling the pain of who I am (based on my own decisions) makes me feel alive…
That’s why I see myself as someone whose not life worthy. (come on Jack you know I’m right)
Just think about this: why bitting yourself up to make the right decisions when it all comes to and end...
DO NOT meet Olivia
I'm not telling you who she is...
I'm not saying She is a Friend of Jack's and deWinter's. I won't talk about she being studing Health.
I'm not communicating that she' why it all started.
And most importantly I'm not breaking a promise to Jack about Writing something like "Meet Olivia"
Welcome Olivia
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Who's in?
If you don't get it at first, here's how it works:
"On April 11th, 2009, at 4PM Pacific Time, record yourself or your surroundings for 1 minute; sixty seconds of your life, any way you want to frame it. But we want you to be creative! Anything you find interesting can be on camera."
Following the rules
Dearly beloved are you listening? I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse
Friday, February 20, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Sleepy
"There is no hope for a civilization which starts each day to the sound of an alarm clock."There's actually a second meaning to this post, a little scientific experiment: tell me if you yawn after a few seconds looking at this picture. Did you know that even talking about yawning can make you do it? :P
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
When TV ruins the day
While watching a debate show called “Pros e Contras” (which I hate) in the theme of homosexual marriage I thought:
This is a (very poor) show, with (really bad) actual themes, with a crappie presenter. It usually has two spokesmen/women in each side where one defends one idea and the other defends the opposite, they talk rubbish from both sides for twenty minutes until the worst presenter of the world, stops the discussion and introduces someone from the crow sitting in the auditory to contest and attack one of the sides and say rubbish once again, and so on. This TV-rubbish, starts at half past nine and goes through the night until… I don’t know (I really never stayed to the end).
Either way, the theme this time is the homosexual marriage; I start to say I’m against it, for many reasons, but mainly because, marriage is the oldest institution in the history, and homosexuality is also an old story.
It is known in history that the Greek had a bisexual culture meaning that it was social accepted homosexual relationships. But there is not registry of a gay marriage. In the past there was respect for institutions, people respected the marriage institution and knew that it was something that was be on man’s will, the idea of marring someone comes from the sentiment that the two parts feel, love. It is not rational, nor spontaneous, it just happens. It is something sent by the gods.
This been said, it is easily accomplished that I believe that marriage is an religious institution (not meaning that atheists cannot get married, just that is not a social, nor legislation thing), meaning with this that God created man and woman to be together, and he is a lazy bastard, he would not think twice if creating only one gender would be enough, but it isn’t. There’s the need for both and its union.
You may now argue that this is just an homophobic ideal. Call it whatever you want but I have my mind closed.
John Kramer
This is a (very poor) show, with (really bad) actual themes, with a crappie presenter. It usually has two spokesmen/women in each side where one defends one idea and the other defends the opposite, they talk rubbish from both sides for twenty minutes until the worst presenter of the world, stops the discussion and introduces someone from the crow sitting in the auditory to contest and attack one of the sides and say rubbish once again, and so on. This TV-rubbish, starts at half past nine and goes through the night until… I don’t know (I really never stayed to the end).
Either way, the theme this time is the homosexual marriage; I start to say I’m against it, for many reasons, but mainly because, marriage is the oldest institution in the history, and homosexuality is also an old story.
It is known in history that the Greek had a bisexual culture meaning that it was social accepted homosexual relationships. But there is not registry of a gay marriage. In the past there was respect for institutions, people respected the marriage institution and knew that it was something that was be on man’s will, the idea of marring someone comes from the sentiment that the two parts feel, love. It is not rational, nor spontaneous, it just happens. It is something sent by the gods.
This been said, it is easily accomplished that I believe that marriage is an religious institution (not meaning that atheists cannot get married, just that is not a social, nor legislation thing), meaning with this that God created man and woman to be together, and he is a lazy bastard, he would not think twice if creating only one gender would be enough, but it isn’t. There’s the need for both and its union.
You may now argue that this is just an homophobic ideal. Call it whatever you want but I have my mind closed.
John Kramer
Feel free to say YES!!!!!!!!
I support homosexual people...
I've watched a discussion about marriage between gay people only to realise how much i'm for it.
People should be aloud to get married to anyone...anyone at all. To justify such possition, there are historical, antropologic, political and social arguments...
I could go on and on...
Just tell me what do you think about it....
(have you noticed how happy they are??)
Monday, February 16, 2009
This one is for You, Sin
You were the first one to comment our blog and that is the main reason i'm adressing this post to you.
First of all, on behalf of the entire team,i thank you for your presence.
However, i want to give you some advices, just like you do from time to time.
This blog is our own second life: we represent characters and we speak our mind free through them.This caracters are mixes of our own personalities and theirs. As so, i wanna to tell you to not get our posts too serious because they are not worthy of your concern. Sometimes we just say somethings to mess with each other. (or to create a little discussion between intelligent people who might read our blog)
I´ve had the pleasure to meet you personally and i can say i liked you very much and therefore, it would be very unpleasent for all of us if you got offended/hurt/pissed/../ by things we tell just because nobody would...
Be U, be funny, stood up for what you believe in and join our blog with the hummor i remember you for!!
See yA around!!
(if you really want to piss John off, comment his posts...criticise him...and most of all..ignore hIm by giving him attention!!)
First of all, on behalf of the entire team,i thank you for your presence.
However, i want to give you some advices, just like you do from time to time.
This blog is our own second life: we represent characters and we speak our mind free through them.This caracters are mixes of our own personalities and theirs. As so, i wanna to tell you to not get our posts too serious because they are not worthy of your concern. Sometimes we just say somethings to mess with each other. (or to create a little discussion between intelligent people who might read our blog)
I´ve had the pleasure to meet you personally and i can say i liked you very much and therefore, it would be very unpleasent for all of us if you got offended/hurt/pissed/../ by things we tell just because nobody would...
Be U, be funny, stood up for what you believe in and join our blog with the hummor i remember you for!!
See yA around!!
(if you really want to piss John off, comment his posts...criticise him...and most of all..ignore hIm by giving him attention!!)
Hamlet for Children
Every time I post something in this blog, I do some research beforehand, just to be chore of what I’m talking about.
In my search for knowledge today I found some sketches of the Movie the Lion King, after further search I found the music video “Be Prepared” that is one of my favorite song since childhood, which reminded me that this movie has some relative curios connections. For example; Hamlet.
The plot of the Lion King is very similar to the Shakespearean play, a part the fact that in the movie the main characters are lions and in the play it’s humans, but the uncle that kills his brother to take charge of the kingdom, and the king appearance in the young prince’s dream telling him to seek revenge, It is all there.
Trivial right?
And to think that many of today’s young ones have never even glanced at a single scene of this epic. We’re literally depriving our children from cultural knowledge, how dare we do such a thing.
Well either way I bet you haven’t seen this movie since… forever; shut your computer down, go rent the movie, make some pop corn and enjoy it once again.
Make me happy;
John Kramer
In my search for knowledge today I found some sketches of the Movie the Lion King, after further search I found the music video “Be Prepared” that is one of my favorite song since childhood, which reminded me that this movie has some relative curios connections. For example; Hamlet.
The plot of the Lion King is very similar to the Shakespearean play, a part the fact that in the movie the main characters are lions and in the play it’s humans, but the uncle that kills his brother to take charge of the kingdom, and the king appearance in the young prince’s dream telling him to seek revenge, It is all there.
Trivial right?
And to think that many of today’s young ones have never even glanced at a single scene of this epic. We’re literally depriving our children from cultural knowledge, how dare we do such a thing.
Well either way I bet you haven’t seen this movie since… forever; shut your computer down, go rent the movie, make some pop corn and enjoy it once again.
Make me happy;
John Kramer
Giberish
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(this are the 5 first of the many paragraphs in the Shepherd's Journal, enjoy)
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(this are the 5 first of the many paragraphs in the Shepherd's Journal, enjoy)
Those other days
Today is one of those days... Those days when everything goes right!
And it's not even noon yet!
You get out on the street and you exhale confidence. You look up instead of down. You walk slower but more decided. Today is one of those days when, even if you find that person - who "demands" more of yourself and triggers more feelings then anybody else - everything goes right.
The pretty girl looks at you in the street. And you know you could go and talk to her if you wanted, and it would be okey...
These days are better than those other days. On these days I don't feel like swearing. I feel like this:
And it's not even noon yet!
You get out on the street and you exhale confidence. You look up instead of down. You walk slower but more decided. Today is one of those days when, even if you find that person - who "demands" more of yourself and triggers more feelings then anybody else - everything goes right.
The pretty girl looks at you in the street. And you know you could go and talk to her if you wanted, and it would be okey...
These days are better than those other days. On these days I don't feel like swearing. I feel like this:
May you have many of these days!
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Who's on first?
If you don't get it at first, just repeat "Who's on First?" "What's on second?" and "I don't know is on Third"
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Valentines
Today is a great day, better than this there could only be Christmas and New Year’s Eve. These days have many things in common, first they are all during Winter, second these are happy days for every lover, third these are the ones with higher suicide rate in the hole year (please don’t suspend your plans to prove me wrong).
I’m happy for every valentine, I really I’m, I sewer I am. People must be happy for their relationship being in cruise control, celebrate it, and do something crazy with your lover/mate/boy (girl) friend.
While me and the others just live our lives normally… Unfortunately this day does depress some of us (really bad), but life goes on and in the day after today, tomorrow, we will be ok… until some stupid lover stars telling how he celebrated his valentine with his loved one or two (yes, one guy did this to me too). In conclusion this will be the worst week-end in the year for me and my lonely friends, but we (has polite ones) wish you a happy valentines any way.
P.S.: Almost forgot this is going to be a hell of a sex party around the world, Do it safe.
we will be doing by ourselfs or with a really nice friendly lady we happen to meet.
I’m happy for every valentine, I really I’m, I sewer I am. People must be happy for their relationship being in cruise control, celebrate it, and do something crazy with your lover/mate/boy (girl) friend.
While me and the others just live our lives normally… Unfortunately this day does depress some of us (really bad), but life goes on and in the day after today, tomorrow, we will be ok… until some stupid lover stars telling how he celebrated his valentine with his loved one or two (yes, one guy did this to me too). In conclusion this will be the worst week-end in the year for me and my lonely friends, but we (has polite ones) wish you a happy valentines any way.
P.S.: Almost forgot this is going to be a hell of a sex party around the world, Do it safe.
we will be doing by ourselfs or with a really nice friendly lady we happen to meet.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Friday 13
(No this post is not about the movie, because the movie is sheat)
I’m writing about the day soon to be yesterday.
I’m not a superstitious kind of person, and I don’t believe in fate. So the worries of this day do not apply to me.
But there are people who believe, for those I’m sorry to petty your miserable lives. You have the Wright to believe in whatever you want, and I’m not suppose to judge (but I like to).
This people throw a bit of salt on their back when they have the creeds sitting at the table, this people start walking around saying Latin phrases that I bet they don’t even know the meaning. They run away of back cats and don’t look at broken mirrors, or seven years of bad luck will taunt you. The worst part is when you invite them for a dinner party and there are only thirteen seats or thirteen people (that is a show you must not miss), the jog around doing extravagant things and throw salt over people, a big fucking mess.
Just to finish because yesterday was what it was and today is what it is here is something to glance and wipe one.
Josh Groban “you are loved (don’t give up)
Enjoy,
John Kramer
I’m writing about the day soon to be yesterday.
I’m not a superstitious kind of person, and I don’t believe in fate. So the worries of this day do not apply to me.
But there are people who believe, for those I’m sorry to petty your miserable lives. You have the Wright to believe in whatever you want, and I’m not suppose to judge (but I like to).
This people throw a bit of salt on their back when they have the creeds sitting at the table, this people start walking around saying Latin phrases that I bet they don’t even know the meaning. They run away of back cats and don’t look at broken mirrors, or seven years of bad luck will taunt you. The worst part is when you invite them for a dinner party and there are only thirteen seats or thirteen people (that is a show you must not miss), the jog around doing extravagant things and throw salt over people, a big fucking mess.
Just to finish because yesterday was what it was and today is what it is here is something to glance and wipe one.
Josh Groban “you are loved (don’t give up)
Enjoy,
John Kramer
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Those days
Today is one of those days... those days when nothing goes right! It seems like everything you do turns out bad! And it's not even noon yet...
On these days we shouldn't leave home, we should just sit quietly and wait for it to end! I just feel like swearing! Please cover your hears now:
****i***e***s***k**he******
****i***e***s***k**he******
Johnossi - Man Must Dance
As a friend of mine wrote:
"It perfectly fits to the mood of an early saturday morning, when the sun blinks shy through the curtains, and you wake up with a smile on your face. Knowing, that this is gonna be your day."
Reading you
Lately, it has come to my attention that a big part of what we say, it's not actually said... Researchers have shown that around 55%/60% of our communication is made nonverbally. It's something like 7% of spoken words, 38% tone of voice and 55% of body language. Roughly...
That being said, I've learned to read and identify some of these signals, by looking at other people, and thinking about what they are doing. I came to a conclusion: it confuses me!
Ok, not always... Sometimes I'm sure of what people are feeling without them saying anything, because it's just so obvious, you wouldn't believe. But there are people who still trick me, and I get completely lost trying to "read" them.
I guess part of it it's just because I see what I wanna see. And part of it might be because I don't know what the hell I'm doing...
It's easy when it's people you don't know, but it gets harder when you speak to someone at the same time you observe him/her body language. I get confused sometimes...
But, not willing to acknowledge my defeat, I admit that they are confused as well! :P
So I come with a piece of advice: learn the basics of reading body language - either because it's quite cool, or because you might come to know when you're being lied to - but don't trust important decisions on those signals, they might trick you!
And now you know, I'll be watching!!
Ok, not always... Sometimes I'm sure of what people are feeling without them saying anything, because it's just so obvious, you wouldn't believe. But there are people who still trick me, and I get completely lost trying to "read" them.
I guess part of it it's just because I see what I wanna see. And part of it might be because I don't know what the hell I'm doing...
It's easy when it's people you don't know, but it gets harder when you speak to someone at the same time you observe him/her body language. I get confused sometimes...
But, not willing to acknowledge my defeat, I admit that they are confused as well! :P
So I come with a piece of advice: learn the basics of reading body language - either because it's quite cool, or because you might come to know when you're being lied to - but don't trust important decisions on those signals, they might trick you!
And now you know, I'll be watching!!
Monday, February 9, 2009
Fighting for what may be write
After writing a something like I did, I just liked to live you with this music "Those Who Fight" by Nobuo Uematsu.
Please Enjoy,
John Kramer
Those Who Fight - (Tifa vs. Loz) - Nobou Uematsu
Please Enjoy,
John Kramer
Those Who Fight - (Tifa vs. Loz) - Nobou Uematsu
Saturday, February 7, 2009
My Father said...
My father said that today’s economic crisis is going to be a test to our desire for democracy in the western world.
We, who sing freedom all the time, may now step over those words, to break this negative tendency. It is not a new thing, but still, it is different to what happen in the past.
In the past crisis always were around when war approached, and then we knew who our enemies were. The Romans fought the Greek; the Muslins fought the Christians, Portuguese fought the Spanish; English fought the French; And each knew who their enemy was. But today we live in a society who sworn to protect peace at all cost, and faces an invisible enemy.
Every day since the nine eleven, we have been sold the idea that we are at war with terror, we’re at war with terrorism, and that we’re at war with an invisible enemy.
That would not be a problem the to fight against this idea that spoiled the minds of those misguided, created a great deal of suffering to this society we call our own; The thing is that by fighting this idea of terror, got into our ears and created a fear that was never before known, (and you just need to look around to see it) every day people are discriminated because of the idea that a terrorist lives right next to you, every day we have less freedom and privacy, because of terror.
Adding plus the economic crisis, I’m not certain that we will not give up our freedom for security. For someone to tell us who our enemy really is or just to give us a target in witch we can blame the mess we are in.
My Friends I fear that in a short period of time will throw the Universal Declaration of Human Rights out the window and do what the Romans did (and for a fresher example) or what the Germans after the First World War did. I already see the mobs’ marching, and extremist group gather more and more troops. I tell you this has a Friend “Our next steps are critical,” I’m warning you (history does have the tendency to repeat itself).
We may have a new Holocaust in our hands ready to blow, just watch it.
John Kramer
We, who sing freedom all the time, may now step over those words, to break this negative tendency. It is not a new thing, but still, it is different to what happen in the past.
In the past crisis always were around when war approached, and then we knew who our enemies were. The Romans fought the Greek; the Muslins fought the Christians, Portuguese fought the Spanish; English fought the French; And each knew who their enemy was. But today we live in a society who sworn to protect peace at all cost, and faces an invisible enemy.
Every day since the nine eleven, we have been sold the idea that we are at war with terror, we’re at war with terrorism, and that we’re at war with an invisible enemy.
That would not be a problem the to fight against this idea that spoiled the minds of those misguided, created a great deal of suffering to this society we call our own; The thing is that by fighting this idea of terror, got into our ears and created a fear that was never before known, (and you just need to look around to see it) every day people are discriminated because of the idea that a terrorist lives right next to you, every day we have less freedom and privacy, because of terror.
Adding plus the economic crisis, I’m not certain that we will not give up our freedom for security. For someone to tell us who our enemy really is or just to give us a target in witch we can blame the mess we are in.
My Friends I fear that in a short period of time will throw the Universal Declaration of Human Rights out the window and do what the Romans did (and for a fresher example) or what the Germans after the First World War did. I already see the mobs’ marching, and extremist group gather more and more troops. I tell you this has a Friend “Our next steps are critical,” I’m warning you (history does have the tendency to repeat itself).
We may have a new Holocaust in our hands ready to blow, just watch it.
John Kramer
Friday, February 6, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Meet Calvin
I already know who you are, Jack told me!!
I'll give you a hint "I know where you live... And I liked the pizza, thanks
I'll give you a hint "I know where you live... And I liked the pizza, thanks
Just because
Because there's always something that keeps trying to set you apart:
Because sometimes the fall is worth the crash:
Because laughter is a tranquilizer with no side effects:
Because sometimes the fall is worth the crash:
Because laughter is a tranquilizer with no side effects:
Disclaimer
I warn everyone involved that I'm not responsible, nor should be brought, by any way, to my responsability any harm made by John's following words...
I will not testify in court of law and I will not confirm or deny anything said in his following posts.
I will not testify in court of law and I will not confirm or deny anything said in his following posts.
Paranoia setting in
Who are you? I really wanna know. Because if Jack Introduced you to this blog you probably know who I am, and been that so I’m in disadvantage, and I don’t like that.
So if you don’t tell who the fuck you are!!! I’m gonna surprise you every time you come near this fucking Blog!!!
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
The Fireplace
There she sits at the place of fire
Watching the flames leaping higher and higher
The racing flames let her eyes sparkle green
A cold and cruel beauty never before seen
The face although formed of flesh and bone
Is set and stern like a mask of stone
Yet does in this sight no cruelty appear
causing rather pity than fear
Brown hair is framing this ivory face
Embroidering it like a beautiful lace
Opposite her a strange wanderer sits
Tall but slender with eyes catlike slit
He, too, is quiet, not moving at all
Watching the fire's rise and fall
His face has features alien and strange
Fine but not human with the light they change
Both were fearless warriors once
Clad in armour both steel and bronze
Many a fight in their lives they have seen
Opposing evil wherever they have been
But even they were defeated one day
When an evil sorcerer crossed their way
He damned them to live forever in trance
To witness forever the same fires dance
[...]
You add some hot chocolate, some rain falling heavily outside, good music (while you seat confortably numb) and a good talk, that lasts until the sunrise, and you have a night to remember...
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Resolution
No matters how blur things get, after an argument they always change, not for better nor worst, they just change.
Lies don’t last forever, truth always rises in the end (I kind of learn that the hard way). So after love what truth is there to rise? The bad ones we hear, and read all about them but the good ones are underrated so they’re not mentioned, but they do exist, they are:
Bounds
And that’s all folks… because bounds are in everything good. The bound between parents and their sons, between lovers, between friends. But bound still need work and are not auto-sufficient. Bolicks every fucking thing in life is about work (and I’m a lazy one).
Promising to be the last time to write about this subject, and witching all the best;
John Kramer
Lies don’t last forever, truth always rises in the end (I kind of learn that the hard way). So after love what truth is there to rise? The bad ones we hear, and read all about them but the good ones are underrated so they’re not mentioned, but they do exist, they are:
Bounds
And that’s all folks… because bounds are in everything good. The bound between parents and their sons, between lovers, between friends. But bound still need work and are not auto-sufficient. Bolicks every fucking thing in life is about work (and I’m a lazy one).
Promising to be the last time to write about this subject, and witching all the best;
John Kramer
Twisting the world to my likes.
Alfred Pennyworth: A long time ago, I was in Burma, my friends and I were working for the local government. They were trying to buy the loyalty of tribal leaders by bribing them with precious stones. But their caravans were being raided in a forest north of Rangoon by a bandit. So we went looking for the stones. But in six months, we never found anyone who traded with him. One day I saw a child playing with a ruby the size of a tangerine. The bandit had been throwing them away.
Bruce Wayne: Then why steal them?
Alfred Pennyworth: Because he thought it was good sport. Because some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.
I love when all is confusion in the world and somebody tries to set order.
Sometimes you just have to see the world burn, before setting everything into a new order. That’s why Nero set Rome on Fire, to see its beauty flourish and disappear in a single instant. Recreating the beauty afterwards, so that every one witnesses it again.
I love movie that things only fall into place in the end, like the first four of the Saw series and Donnie Darko, as well many more. Because in all those something is burning and reality is recreated every step of the way.
Seeing my world Burn, and flurish
John Kramer
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