i can't stop Laughing Out Loud!!

Dialogue

Life says choices
I say they're my own and only I can be judged from them. Many will be bad ones. Some will bring joy.

Life says money
I say always gonna be enough for what is needed, maybe not for what is wanted and wished, but always for what is needed. And I rather struggle through the paycheck than letting it define my life.
Life says trouble, worries, bad things, bad luck, heavy rain and thunderstorms
I say bring it, make it hard, make it learnable from, make it self defining and character building, show me what you've got in store for me

Life says death
I shake to the core and fall upon my knees... It hits hard. For a big while. Yet there's no unbounded fall, there's allways gonna be something to hold on to. And then

Life says love
And she shows up. Out of nowhere. So amazing, so undoubtedly beautiful that makes it all... different.

Worries

If you can solve your problem, then what is the need of worrying? If you cannot solve it, then what is the use of worrying?

 

Timberland

What do you think he might say?

"…A Bright future ahead!" said he.

"You all have a chance to either go throw the big door at the end, or just quit now and find yourselves watching from the outside" he continued.

"There's no secret to what we do here, it's all basic, it's all easy, this is a simple function with a single variable, you, and now you chose which derivative do you wish… I can't do it for you, that's your job." He stated

"The difference between winning or losing isn't that big as long you reach the end" he emphasized

"Make no mistake! You're not here to be treated as babies, that's next door…" he reminded

"The world is a scary place, be it day or night, but you'll know that" he remembered

"If you stand one foot away from a big fall, just remember to take a step in the right direction, doesn't matter now which" he advised

"Love is not answer to any problem I've faced, but it may be a part of the solution" he thought

"You may take from the rich to give to the poor, as long as the rich can do the same to you" he taught

"If you see something beautiful, grab it until beauty wears off, a remember how it was before" he ended

The mirror

No man can by himself see his back, so no man can see himself as whole. You'll always need someone to support you, no matter who they are or what they are. They may be friends, family, lovers, enemies… no matter what you'll never be alone as long someone is watching, you on the outside, as you work your way inside your mind, soul or heart to grow, be and become what you wish, want, hate and/or love.

Remember this, forget it, and bring yourself to conclude it after many years have had passed by you, otherwise you haven't learned, or experienced life and all its treats.

Turing Machine is something you get to study in Computer Theory!!

But i thought really interesting this video 'cause it was mentioned by my teacher..for us to get a first approach with the matter... Enjoy!

Invictus

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. William Ernest Henley

To a new life

I've decided after all not to kill the economist fables blog instead, i'm respecting DeWinter's and Jack's Wishes and i'm leaving it all to them from now on.
Tata! see ya later
JskofL

death

I must say that once more I'm far away from my best. We're breaking now the last days of September and I feel already the winter solstice over me. And still after 20 years of summer and winter moods I can't say, why this happens, or how I change this morphosis. I know although what I do, thanks to use of empirical learning.

I did not go to classes today, in repetition of what happened Tuesday, and I know all its consequences; I know that I'll be behind everyone, I know I won't be able to adapt, I know that the chances of failing increase drastically with every class that I miss, but what else was I suppose to do? I awoke today, with a tremendous pain in my body, but it was not physical, if anything like it, it was prefixed by meta-, and the only thing that calmed it down was the idea of not appearing in front of my pears today, as I did the day before.

And why should I go? I'm lost, alone and surrounded by people I don't want to meet, greet or even know that they have existence. I want to go to class and memorize enough to not fail. Yet my teachers feel that the schedule they've been assigned doesn't fulfill their needs, whatever they may be, and so they feel that they should not be present at the assigned time. It's all so frustrating.

As I think of it, I must correct, it isn't really frustration, because frustration is a feeling one has when one wants to do something, but by somewhat unknown means can't. I on the other hand don't really feel like doing anything, so I must not be feeling that, rather something else, similar to frustration, yet different.

Different, marvelous word used to define something that isn't the same as something else. I know what to do normally in these situations, but this isn't a normal situation, this is a different one. Normally what I would do is to sit down in front of my pc, write something, ear some sad song, compare myself to others, have a chat with my friends, and hope that tomorrow to be a better day. What is different this time is a quite boring thing, and also a bit of a sinful thing, this time I envy my friends.

I envy them because unlike me they are not alone, Jack as meet and continues to do so at a regular base his perfect match (for the time being), and deWinter can drink a lot of alcohol beverages before passing out, which easies the pain and is a free pass to some monosyllable groups. The problem with envy is that to get rid of it, I must have a fight, argumentation or something of that sort no matter how meaningless, and one I shall have.

I take now the chance to announce that in 72 hours I'm going to close this blog, for good, thank you for reading, if you are any other person than me.

All my bags are packed.

I'm leaving… on a jet plane, possibly I'll be back again, but I really don't know…

I'm sorry for letting you go,

OH! Hell I'll miss you so.



Thanks for all that you've done, Thanks for all that you've become

Now I'll be on my way.

Paris… here I come

Ending all, for new beginnings.

Au revoir, see you soon

http://www.thewildernessdowntown.com/#Lisboa,+Portugal

Back to work or not?

I’m not a lost case

Let me say before you read this, that is a tribute to Dewinter, and her confection of what she really thinks of me. To you DeWinter… Thanks for your honesty!



(John entered the Office, all in brownish colors with big book shelves filled with so many little files it was impossible to read them all in just a life time, and a big dark brown desk in front of a big window, on that desk there was a name tag and in it, it reads "Agent Eros")

Eros: SO! (Says a little man coming up from behind the desk) What brings you here?

John: I received a call, about my case…

Eros: All of you do. Tell me your full name and your case code, if you please.

John: My name is John Scar Kramer of Lioncourt… (Waits for the agent stops typing his name into the computer) and by case code is "L0V3-9U35T".

Eros: Huh hum… John Scar… (Searching for the file in the data base) Kramer of Lioncourt. Here it is! So let's see why you were called here, shall we? Hum hum… Oh dear! (Says Eros with worry all over his face)

John: What?! Is there something wrong? What is it?

Eros: I'm so sorry Mr. Lioncourt but it seems that this is a lost case…

John: a lost case?...

Eros: Yes, a lost case…

John: I don't understand… I… I am not that bad looking… and I'm only as depressive as everyone else and there are pills for that, I'm also not that bad in bed, and there's pills for that too, so… Why am I a lost case? I don't get it…

Eros: No that's not it Mr. Lioncourt, sorry I made a mistake…

John: Ah! (says relived) So I'm not a lost case, after all?

Eros: No, but… (is interrupted before continuing)

John: I knew it! I knew it! I knew it! (shouts!) You're just joking with me…

Eros: Mr. Lioncourt! Would you be so kind to SHUT UP and let me explain? (Irritated with all the shouting)

John: ok (says intimidated by the agents face)

Eros: What I meant to say earlier Mr. Lioncourt, is that You're not a lost case, in fact we don't know what you are… because we lost your case file, it's really unfortunate of you I think this is the first in the last sixty years or so…

John: You lost my case? That's not bad, right? You do have backups, don't you?

Eros: Backups? Backups?! Please Mr. Lioncourt, don't make me laugh.

John: So you don't have backups? ...

Eros: No we don't, there's over 6 thousand million people in the world, There's no space for backups

John: So no back up, what do I do now? Do I fill another case file?

Eros: Another file? No, no, no, you can't have another file, everyone only gets one and that's it.

John: So why am I here? You will search for the file, no doubt. So why call me here?

Eros: Search? Who do you think we are? Some bookworms of some sort?! Search! What a foolish idea. No Mr. Lioncourt, we're not going to search for your file and as for the reason of summoning it is so you fill in a D34T# form, so that we can declare this as a closed case.

John: What's a D34T# file?

Eros: It's just a form where you state that you fully abdicate of the rightful to spend the remaining of your life stream, and leave a recommendation to friends a family, if wish to do so.

John: What? Like a suicide note?

Eros: So you've heard of them…

John Scar Kramer of Lioncourt©2010

  

Summer it’s coming to its end and I leave the typing to a chimp.

The summer is at its end and I feel it. I like a cold shiver up my spine…

I don't know when it is the official date for declaring that we're not going through summer anymore, but I just feel it, and it's closing in very very fast. And also I feel very odd, I don't know how to explain it, but I feel like… uh … singing… (wait this isn't the odd part yet)… S.O.S by ABBA, and I don't have a freaking clue why, do you know? If you do please comment now.

Classes are about to start and with them a whole freaking lot shenanigans that you never worry about when it is summer. OH! For God's sake what shall I do?

"Where are those happy days, they seem so hard to find…" Where I go again singing that stupid song S.O.S.! S!O!S! Save my soul, save your soul, save our souls!…

What Am I doing? Singing a girlish song and it's not even to a girl, I singing it all alone in my bedroom… This is so gay. Real men don't do this, real men don't even remember the freaking song's lyrics, because of the so many times they've banged their head to the wall thinking about stuff, and women and more stuff, and boobs and stuff again. I know what I'm going to do…

(the writer steps away from the computer, steps to the nearest wall and bangs his head onto it… pum… pum …CRASK [and if you're wondering whose writing this, let's just say it's multi-personality to its best] the writer returns bleeding from his forehead, sits down and writes…)

I… I…? I was just there and now I'm here get aloud of me, I'm ama… (writer passes out without actually writing anything, that bit before? He just dictated it… well he just mumbled it in a way that it seemed he said that but the computer has no clue so just wrote that)

(Five days later)

"I can still recall our last summer/I still see it all / Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain / Our last summer /Memories that… remain?" Now this! Our last Summer? Gimme gimme gimme a m… Break? CHRIST? More ABBA? I must be ill.

Clearly bagging my head through the wall (hyperbole) didn't work, and ended up wasting 5 more days of summer… If I keep doing it I'll start singing "Slipping Through My Fingers" sooner than I hoped. I must think hard before my next move…

(after a day)

Eureka! This must be a sub-conscious response to donuts or to been the only one from the group that hasn't had a summer passion (even deWinter "got one" and she's a bitch [in her own words])… nah it's definitively donuts…

What can I say? The Winner takes it all (damn it I did it again!!!)

CMXCIX-DCLXVI=CCCXXXIII

Funny thing about Romans, they weren't any good at math. But very good at torture.

There will come a time when I will see my whole life flash before my eyes. And the reason I've been a little busy lately, is because I've been making this last month worth watching.

on hollyday

We(I)'ll be back in a sec (three weeks) whit new and better stuff.
See ya

CrappyMusicMomment

...

And it's breaking me down
Watching the world spin round
While my dreams fall down
Is anybody out there?

Can anybody out there hear me?
'Cause I can't seem to hear myself
Can anybody out there see me?
'Cause I can't seem to see myself...
Can you save me from this hell?
Can anybody out there feel me?
'Cause I can't seem to feel myself

Losing my way
Keep losing my way...
Keep losing my way...
Can you help me find my way?
Losing my way
Keep losing my way
Keep losing my way...
Can you help me find my way?
...

There are no stars in the sky

I'm sorry for not being in English but i just sang this lullaby to a little princess, and reminded me of a passion for this song

Part 3 - Writing home

"Eleven-thirty. It’s hot and it’s raining. We’re stationary now, a hundred miles east of the ocean. There’s this silence in the night, such a terrifying silence. We hear the bombs now and then. Each of them kills dozens, but the numbers no longer make sense in my head. I think I got three today. Don’t hate me for that. Two more months and I’m leaving, leaving this fight which was never mine, leaving this country. It’s so hot in this place. You know I hate it. I like the cold, just like you do. I’m sending this letter home, but there’s no address in the envelope. There are only two words. Your name. Home.
I hope you still love me."

in "My time in the war"
Jack

My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I'm happy. I can't figure it out. What am I doing right?

Charles Schulz

"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world."

Oscar Wilde

YouTube - Shakira - Waka Waka (This Time for Africa) (The Official 2010 FIFA ...

YouTube - Shakira - Waka Waka (This Time for Africa) (The Official 2010 FIFA ...

failing to write something about the world cup before the first game, why not compensating it doing it be fore what can be the last?

It's time for Africa!

That's all

You know reading this last post gave me a new vision on things, especially on those that I've never done or experienced. I must say that my eyesight seems greener now and I don't know why.

Maybe Carpem Diem? Seize the day, I used to love that expression and what it meant, it used to be liberating and out of routine... But now? PSSt! it's just the same shit I see every day. All I hear is advertise, and stupid for that matter.

How many times does a friend of yours, come up to you, with a something and says you should do it, because you don't live forever?

I know in introspective that my behavior doesn't accompany the tune of my words, and that my reasoning is most certainly blurred with the plain simple sin of envy and jealousy. But one must wonder from time to time, how many crack heads still say Carpem Diem?

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Do you know that history has a tendency to repeat it self?

In this 93% full moon night...

It's a little bit funny
This feeling inside
I'm not one of those
who can easily hide

It's just so amazing to do things you never did, to do something for the first time. It's just so amazing to get out of your confort zone and feel something deep inside you. Whether it's good or bad, it's this things that shape who you are. I don't think I would be the same person if I hadn't done what I did just now. I dont' try things just to try them, or because everyone does it. When I do something I want to do it to define myself, to see what I can do, how that makes me feel, how that makes other people feel. I overthink stuff. But sometimes I also overfeel them. And the hard things to do are the ones you feel the most, the ones that hit you right in the core. And this was a hard thing to do, and it scared the hell out of me. But I like this fear, it makes me feel alive. I'm old enough to know what I want, and I'm learning to be brave enough to fight for it. 'Cause this life is mine and no one else's, and if I don't do the things I want, no one will do them for me...
I learned a lot about time in my physics class, but the only thing important about time is that it goes by too damn fast.

Make the best of what little time you have.

breath taking, replay

Funny how flying seems like falling, every time

I was goin’ where I shouldn’t go 
seein’ who I shouldn’t see 
doin’ what I shouldn’t do 
and bein’ who I shouldn’t be 

a little voice told me it’s all wrong 
another voice told me it’s alright 
I used to think I was strong 
but lately I just lost the fight 

funny how fallin’ feels like flyin’ 
for a little while 
funny how fallin’ feels like flyin’ 
for a little while 

I got tired of bein’ good 
started missing that old feeling free 
stop actin’ like I thought I should 
and went on back to bein’ me 

I never meant to hurt no one 
I just had to have my way 
if there is such a thing as too much fun 
this must be the price you pay 

funny how fallin’ feels like flyin’ 
for a little while 
funny how fallin’ feels like flyin’ 
for a little while 

you never see it comin’ till it’s gone 
it all happens for a reason 
even when it’s wrong 
especially when it’s wrong 

funny how fallin’ feels like flyin’ 
for a little while 
funny how fallin’ feels like flyin’ 
for a little while 

I was goin’ where I shouldn’t go 
seein’ who I shouldn’t see 
doin’ what I shouldn’t do 
and bein’ who I shouldn’t be

A cube, flowers, a ladder, a horse and a storm

Once upon a time, I entered a black room, all black from top to bottom and from side to side. Mysteriously it had no doors or windows, I didn't know how did I entered there, but it didn't matter, because I felt safe, calm and peaceful.

The room was big, and there was a ladder laid on the left wall of the room, and on the wall just behind me there was a chalk bar. All the rest of this cubicle room was empty.

I stayed still for many moments, just looking around, but there was nothing to look at… so I picked up the chalk, and started drawing, a dribble on the floor, for starters… a curve here and there, and some straight lines, strangely it ended building up to be a nice flower, covering the whole floor.

And again I stayed still for many moments more, looking at the flower I drew on the floor, suddenly a flower, wasn't enough, I wanted more… so I erased it all and instead of drawing a flower I drew a bunch of them, and in this rampaging drawing fever I turn to the right wall and started drawing an animal to pasture in this filed I was creating.

I drew a horse on the right wall, a mustang to be precise, a free, stubborn and strong horse, and the most beautiful thing anyone has ever seen.

Moments passed I would change and adapt my drawing to what I deemed perfection, but while doing that I noticed that the flowers didn't grow, they just bloomed and nothing more… And I needed to change this.

I thought about it for a long time, and I finally remembered that flowers need water to grow, so I walked up to the front wall and started to draw some rain, but some rain wasn't enough, so I drew a bit more, and then more and more and more… until It became a storm! But the flowers weren't growing, and then I remembered that flowers need light to grow also. So I drew a light, a lightning bolt. And the flowers started growing, reaching my knees.

This happened all once upon a time, but yesterday my friend said that this is just a metaphor for my life… Is it really?

I'm still here...

Piracy control

see this.

and then this:


Who's right? one the other? both? or Maybe all three?
P.S.: Although i do not support piracy, i also feel that this isn't the way to fight it.

Toranja - Carta

Murder is easier to spell then suicide

There was a man sitting on the yellow dry grass, watching everyone just moving around him. He could only wonder what it would be like if some forces were bigger than they are. "What if with only one hand a man could move a mountain, bring the valley up, or silence a powerful volcano?", the man wondered. But as he builds his net of thought around the prospects of a different world, something buzzed him.

"The world could change a thousand times," thought the man"but no matter how it would change, I would always be left to my ideas and thoughts, because even then, or there, I would be miserable." The man got himself so enraged, red was the only visible color.

And in this twist of raging emotion the man, rapidly… STUD UP! And Screamed "PAIN!" and it all went away, he then shouted "sadness!" and it disappeared. He was now a lighter man, this act of self honesty, somehow, freed him from the shackles of time.

He took a breath, and it felt different, and maybe better… definitely better. So much better, he smiled and was happy, so happy.

The man decided to do something now, leave the yellow dry grass and find himself a green pasture where he could culture this new found happiness. While walking away from the place that had set him free the man thought of the brighter future he could now have, the wonder full things he could do and…

And then… he was shot.

 

20 years after my heart was a sphere

I think doctors got it all wrong…
They keep saying the heart is this fist-shaped, 300 grams weighting, constantly beating thing, and that is just not right. Hearts are spheres! At least mine is. My heart is a sphere, or it was when I was born. Now I’m not sure.

Let me explain you why my heart isn’t a sphere anymore.
I was born 7305 days ago. Some days earlier than I was supposed to. I remember feeling the world couldn’t go on without me, and so I kicked my way out. My heart was a sphere back then. A small one, like a ping pong ball. Spheres are perfect, and so when you’re born your heart is perfectly shaped. Everything that happened to me since somehow got into my heart through this hole it has, that I will call The Hole Through Which Things Entered, for now. Now it’s the size of a tennis ball. “It didn’t grow that much” you could say. And you would be right. But it has a lot of new things in it.

I was looking at it the other night. I found some friends in there, next to a can of condensed milk. There were a couple of physics formulae, and a lot of particles flying around. Somehow, there was a horse in there, which I recognized to be the horse that almost killed me and that I saved from dehydration. I saw a road mark where it said “Injustice” and another one with “Freedom”. There was my family too. Kind of hidden in one corner was a strange thing: it looked like it had been ripped, teared apart, and it was still healing. It had the letters ‘L’ and part of what I think was an ‘O’. I knew exactly what it was.
So in there was everything, everything I believed, everything I hated, everything I knew, everyone who was important to me. In my heart was my whole life.

Now I can begin to explain you why my heart isn’t a sphere anymore.
You see, the Hole Through Which Things Entered is a one way passage. Things are supposed to get in and not out. When something gets out of my heart, it hurts. Imagine the tennis ball, it’s like you pulled the little strings of felt just a little bit, without breaking them, just pulling them out. In my 175320 hours of life, many things got out of my heart. Some I pushed out myself because I couldn’t live with them, some took entire bits of Heart Thing (the thing that makes the heart) with them when they left. You wish it wouldn’t happen, that at least good things would stay in there forever, but that’s not how the world works. What always stays there are memories. Memories of good things. And you can live just on memories for a while; they have a supply of happiness that lasts a while, kind of like a battery. But eventually it runs out. To be happy you have to struggle to find new memories, not to take place of old ones, but to complement them.

I lost my heart once.
Just like that, it went away. I thought someone had stolen it, so I went to the police, but they couldn’t find who it was. I kept living without my heart for a few weeks. It wasn’t really living since I had no heart, but I kept going somehow. A month or two later, I found my heart in the floor. I put it back in my chest. But it was broken, it didn’t work. Someone had taken the ‘VE’ that was there before; someone burned a piece of it, cut a piece of it and broke a piece of it. It was not the same heart anymore.
I put a bandage in it and the doctor gave me some pills. My friends told me it would be all right, it would heal and start beating again. It might just take time. And they were right, it did take time, but it healed. It got different, it wasn’t the same anymore, but it was beating! In fact, it was stronger now, bigger. I had a better heart now. I learned so much from losing my heart. I learned that I can’t like things without it, and I can’t really feel them. To lose my heart made me realize how important it is to feel, to connect with something in the deepest of levels, to really love something. My life is what it is now because… wait… my life is worth it because I have loved. As simple as that.

So that’s it. Everything that happened to me, within these 631152000 seconds I’ve walked the Earth, did something to my sphere-shaped heart. Some things more than others, but they all did. They molded it, shaped it, broke it and glued it back together. What I learned?

• Your heart is stronger than you might think at first, and it will always heal, if you give it time.

• Sometimes it’s hard when your heart wants something but the rest of your body’s fighting it away.

And the most important law of Heart Science: little road marks that say “LOVE” tend to appear now and then. These road marks tend to get bigger if we nurture them. The perseverance of these marks is a sufficient condition to happiness.

Twenty years ago, my heart was a sphere. Now it isn’t anymore. Want to know what happened?

Life happened.

BANG BANG IUPII SONG

When you spend hours of your day programming, which is a very frustrating kind of work, you need to found motivation to keep going..

The past few days, i've sang this music a lot!! Everytime i or my co-workers would find a bug, we'd go Bang Bang, Bangitty bang...

YouTube Stuff

It made me laugh..What about you?

...

I think I've posted this video recently, but I'm not in the mood to search it...

Baby look at me
And tell me what you see
You ain't seen the best of me yet
Give me time I'll make you forget the rest

I got more in me
And you can set it free
I can catch the moon in my hands
Don't you know who I am?

Do you know that 'rule' of not getting yourself between a girl and her boyfriend? Well... Is that debatable? Just this time, please?? :P

CrappyMusicMoment

Genius!

This deserves to be read (2)

Train - Hey, soul sister

Heeey heeeey heeeeey

Your lipstick stains on the front lobe of my left side brains
I knew I wouldn't forget you
And so I went and let you blow my mind
Your sweet moon beam
The smell of you in every single dream I dream
I knew when we collided you're the one I have decided
Who's one of my kind

Hey soul sister, ain't that mister mister on the radio, stereo
The way you move ain't fair you know
Hey soul sister, I don't wanna miss a single thing you do tonight

Heeey heeeey heeeey

Just in time, I'm so glad you have a one track mind like me
You gave my life direction
A game show love connection, we can't deny
I'm so obsessed
My heart is bound to beat right out my untrimmed chest
I believe in you, like a virgin, you're Madonna
And I'm always gonna wanna blow your mind

Hey soul sister, ain't that mister mister on the radio, stereo
The way you move ain't fair you know
Hey soul sister, I don't wanna miss a single thing you do tonight

Well you can cut a rug
Watching you is the only drug I need
So gangster, I'm so thug
You're the only one I'm dreaming of
You see I can be myself now finally
In fact there's nothing I can't be
I want the world to see you'll be with me

Hey soul sister, ain't that mister mister on the radio, stereo
The way you move ain't fair you know
Hey soul sister, I don't wanna miss a single thing you do tonight
Hey soul sister, I don't wanna miss a single thing you do tonight
Heeey heeeey heeeeey (tonight)
Heeey heeeey heeeeey (tonight)

Living in regret

My shelves are full of memories, from happy times to less happy times, from reality and from fantasy, from glory and romance to crime and punishment. I feel old for having so many things to remember…

To me the expression "going on a journey through memory lane" seems to cut it too "short". I always feel like my life was so filled, but now is just a disappointing wreckage of the speeding cart it once was. More than I can possible count I hoped for never land, my kingdom of fantasy, where I would restore forever in my youth, dreaming playing and finding an adventure somewhere behind a mountain, beneath the ocean; over the sky, and beyond the canyon. Huff… But none of that's possible…

"CARPE DIEM!!" I hear loud and clear from people of interest, "death does not take a breather just because you when in a trip via memory auto way". But no matter how true it is that doesn't change the fact I wish I was innocent like I was once, to the time where going to class did not felt like pulling a gun to my brain and shoot every twenty seconds, when boredom wasn't even a known word and if we felt like something wasn't fun, we would get up and run around it making it more like we wanted, and specially, when masturbation was not just and end of the day pain killer.

This seems like a middle aged man is writing his crisis for everyone to read, which would be true if I'm dated to meet death when I complete 40.

But I shouldn't be here just ranting about my social awkwardness problems, that wouldn't be fair to those who actually think this is lecture like economic blog.

So here it is for the world.

My country has an expiration date much more short than my own.

Germany think that everyone has already forgot about what happened with their third Reich, and want to re-gain the "most hateful country" title by refusing to help Greece.

USA… it's pointless to rant about them nothing that I say will even scratch the surface.

Asia is paradise for any business.

Africa wants' to be a colony of the highest bidder.

And the rest? They'll burn or up out this whole mess.

But hey we have to give a big round of applause, to the socialist policies that just keep on adding gasoline to this bun fire.

See you all

JSKofL

P.S.: some more words before I leave… facebook, twitter, myspace this would be pretty good ideas in a perfect world, but to me they just a frustration mechanism that leaves me sitting in infront the computer saying "What the Fuck" "fuck you" while I point my middle finger towards the non functional webcam

"Esta é a madrugada que ele esperava, o dia inicial inteiro e limpo, onde emergimos da noite e do silêncio e livres habitamos a substância do tempo."

Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen

What is money?

It's said too many times that Money doesn't bring happiness, later someone added, but it helps.

And it is true. Yet we adore this "money", some do even pray for it, but what is it really? Can you eat it? No! Can you wear it? No! Does it shelter you? No! Does it keep you warm? No! Does it come to your house at night tapping your knees and ask you if you lost weight? No!

So why do we adore it so much? Because it helps.

We all have a big adoration for this "money", some have even said that it is the work of the devil, others that it is a miracle, some find this money through the years, others from day to night, and there are those that live without it at all.

€ 20, 500$, £1000, 20000¥? What is this worth? Trade.

In all the adoration and the continuous exploitation of this "money" and the trade it provides, or if you wish, the help it gives. Hides the truest fact about it.

It's only paper!

Maybe not "only" but it is paper, a nice paper that we so much love, but it's really not very different form the paper I use to wipe my ass clean every day. If I may say the only difference between the two is that when with shit on it, the first one, we pick it up.

This isn't a rebellious post, because I know and acknowledge the great importance of "money" in our society, and I can't imagine the chaos we would live in if it just disappeared. But I also think that if an extraterrestrial life form came to us would be shocked with the paranoia money brings to our lives.

We study it, we record it, and we measure the behavior of it, but if anyone did this to another human being, in two seconds he would be tagged as a stoker and banned from society. But with money, it's just a study…

We're all mad, that I've figured out… but it could be worst.

John Scar Kramer of Lioncourt

Bolero, the dance of life

Please start the music.






It start's soft and simple, like a baby giving its first steps, a easy set of moves one foot then the other, one and then the other, one the other, one the other…

And then it grows, and the baby gather's strength and speech to its abilities, but it always goes in the same rhythm, one year then the other, one and then the other, one the other, one the other…

Still it grows, adding knowledge to the speech and movement, strengthening itself the young one, grows now in friends and family, in the same rhythm one member more then the other, one and then the other, one the other, one the other…

It reaches perfection, the world looks at him has an example, a motto, a role model, a hero. Taking one challenge and then the other, one and then the other, one the other, one the other…

And then it goes over his head, falls to the grown and dies…

Just like in life, we reach perfection and then we fall.

(i know this is a small post for such a long music but please listen to it until the end, it will be good for you)
John Scar Kramer

I cannot stand being awake, the pain is too much.

Lost whore

I lost my whore…

If you feel in anyway capable of locating her for me, please do, for I've spent too much time sitting in front of my computer waiting for her to appear and give me some idiotic story to write about.

If you are in anyway offended because I'm calling someone or something a whore, I suggest that you think about how offended must I feel, to buy a mercenary to tell she loves me… to tell me I'm such a good friend, a good person, a good lover…

… I'm going against society code of ethics and rules, because society as excluded me. I was found to be under society standards, in order to be a part of it, and because help only goes to those in "need", I was thrown out like the bag of trash they think I am.

Only in society can you find love, everywhere else you'll have to make do with whores, pimps and loneliness.

If you, reading this think that this is nothing more than an encrypted message to some people, you're right.

But anyway, I miss my whore.

If you find her please advise me,

I want peace

Bring me to a peaceful life, that's my wish. I shouldn't rest my thoughts just in prayer, I know that, and even acknowledge that life's meaning doesn't come in wimps and wamps, it needs to be worked and it needs to be… to be… something more. Something that I still don't know what it is, and why should I?

Why should I know, what more is there to life, when I come to you whishing for peace.

Maybe that is it. Work and ignorance. Doing something without knowing what it is or what is it for… Almost poetic.

Life, a lyrical text without form or real object. How Grand!

"Mother! You gave me LIFE and asked me just to give it meaning, but I don't know!"

I just want peace

[Backwards] Benjamin Button

[It took me about seven years, but eventually the time came.]

And those three words were said by the only person I never thought would. And I got to say a bunch of words i never thought i would..specially to that particular person!

You know what, cut the crap!!!!! Get over yourself!

Aging is something you can't get away from, so getting depressed over it is just stupid!!!

On the other hand, i totally get you my friend..Twenty years have already gone and you feel like nothing has been done, but you know what, nothing is expected from us at this age, which can ironically get you even more depressed or help you through wherever is that you're going through..

Make the next twenty years unbelievably dreamy! You had very little power over this two past decades, considering half the time you couldn't even go outside on your own!!

I know you are way better at this side of the road than i am, but you had about seven years and a half of training, so...

"Age is something that doesn't matter, unless you are a cheese."

“There is something curiously boring about somebody else's happiness”

Aldous Huxley

Economist fables

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The most important image ever taken

The photons from this galaxies left millions of years ago to now end their journey, as a small blip, on a telescope CCD... Think about that.

Put yourself in my coma

Facts: Banged my head;

    Felt dizzy for a day and a half.

Fiction: Something may be missing but I don't know what.

I know I lost something, I can't remember what it was or is, it's importance or function… I just feel like I lost something and can't remember what.

I had a tick and it dropped, a concern and it went away, a lie and it fell through the cracks. Something I lost and it may be out there if there was a thing to start with.

A void, is filling a space that it wasn't there before, I think, I don't know if it's a void filling an empty space or a space now empty filled with a void…

There's sense of loss without actually losing anything but a better sounding mind.

Is the brain so complex that it doesn't acknowledge emptiness as something of future use or is it that a surprising appearance of new space brought down a whole housing economy.

My thoughts scream now pain.

Maybe I should lay down for a while?

"Love isn't an act. It's a whole life. It's staying with her now because she needs you. It's knowing you and she will still care about each other when sex and daydreams, fights and futures - when all that's on the shelf and done with.
I'll tell you what love is: it's you at seventy-five and her at seventy-one, each of you listening for the other's step in the next room, each afraid that a sudden silence, a sudden cry, could mean a lifetime's talk is over."

Brian Moore

To keep going, keep breathing, when all you lived for all your life is not here anymore, is the tuffest task I can imagine. Isn't life without love but a silent sea shell?

The boondock saints

There are movies you watch because they're funny, others because they make you cry, some because they are thrilling and others because it gives you a boner. These tow movies are sure to satisfy every single one of those requirements. If in singularity they are case to seriously consider together, there's just nothing that can compare.
I declare this to be the best squeal ever made... In my humble opinion of course



But if you're not convinced hear this:

Scorpion and the frog

A scorpion and a frog meet on the bank of a stream and the scorpion asks the frog to carry him across on its back because the scorpion cannot swim. The frog asks, "How do I know you won't sting me?" The scorpion says, "Because if I do, I will die too."

The frog is satisfied, and they set out, but in midstream, the scorpion stings the frog. The frog feels the onset of paralysis and starts to sink, knowing they both will drown, but has just enough time to gasp "Why?"

Replies the scorpion:  "But little frog, I can swim."

Lemons to make lemonade

Having felt sometimes that life doesn't give me the desired and/or deserved lemons, I wonder through the orchard.

And that's me… I live life not fighting for what I deserve or what I don't deserve, but instead wondering because fighting spills too much blood, and while wondering I can only be accused of not carrying or being distracted. Blood isn't spoiled down to my hands, because I don't fight, yet I am not without blame.

Because Although wondering doesn't influence on the extending of the battle, people have convinced society, who with such non-grateful favor convinced me, that standing idly by is just as criminal as shooting a gun… I can see that not seeking an end to a war is bad…

But I must complain of this provocation. Sitting idly by, without picking sides or benefiting any party, shouldn't be compared to an act of such violence as some seem to want it to be… And I feel that this people who feed this ideals to society do not acknowledge the full extent this provocation might grow to.

Imagine, my dear reader, as I did, that we should live in world of only four nations, picture them as being so:



(A, B, C and D) All Having at least one border with each other. Let us have that nations B and C wage war against each other, A finds that the war should end and D claims to be neutral.

As C and B fight off for years, the people of nation A parade their discontent, and argue about which side has the most reason to wage war against the other, and nation D communicates that as long as their nation isn't injured by this war they shall not take sides.

1. Nations C and B keep fighting, nation's A population urge the government to take part in ending the war. Nation D keeps on living…
   
2. Fight continues. Government in nation A takes a side approved by majority as to be the one with most reason, start to assemble the army to support nation B. Nation D keeps living idly by.
   
3. Nations C and B keep fighting, but B has now the support of A. Nation C asks for nation D's support. Nation D refuses to take part.
   
4. Nation C succumbs to A and B, who are declared winners. Nation D keeps neutrality
   
5. C takes a last shoot at redemption and deploys a big attack at nations A and B all re-start fighting again. D declares to be neutral and isn't in anyway harmed
   

The reader can continue to speculate in the matter, in my reasoning nation D will get of fine until the rest feel jealousy over the immaculate state of that nation around so much death and pain. But I'm opened to hear other reasonable perspectives.

But anyway it must be admitted by at least the few of you reading this that fighting even for the right reasons will bring more victims than to wonder…

In the end, wondering through the orchard will lead me to find a fallen lemon, and then I will make lemonade to enjoy after my wondering journey.