Hope is Last

Last Friday a lot changed…

After a week of stabbing, we decided to put the swords aside, and just have a blast for one last night. We were all there; me, Jack, deWinter, Giselle and Ginger.

Giselle and deWinter took a break and decided to take a slip of alcohol, making everything ever more cheery. But not even the pleasers of the wild life fill an empty stomach. So we decided to take our business to McDonalds.

There we trailed back to the same old subjects, until we were interrupted by an old woman who asked us if we could spare something to feed her. Being at the end of the table I reached for my pocket to spare some cash. But she promptly said she wasn't begging for money, she just wanted something to eat… I was surprised, never had I seen someone reject money that way. And due to that strange situation I accepted her terms and offered her a McMenu, Paying for it on the full receiving in return nothing more than a smiley thank you.

Upon my return the group resumed the conversation, but time flies when we're having fun. And at two a.m. we pulled ourselves up again and joined in reunion in the short space my car could provide. But this time, no usual conversation took place. This time we faced a crisis.

Jack's taking a break from the blog as some of you must cleverly realized after his last post. I tried to dissuade him and ended up making it worst, giving deWinter same the idea. Meaning; that this could be the beginning of the end of the blog.

We're close to having a last post.

The funny thing is… that at the start of it all, me and deWinter talked about the possible longevity of the blog and has I pointed to one year, she pointed to one decade… funny isn't it?

Hopping that this won't be the last post

John Scar Kramer

P.S.: Not knowing if this will in fact be the end of it all, I'll take this time just to say: Although I didn't ask her I already know the answer. Thanks any way

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Blood dripping down my back

Chief: How can we believe a man who would sell out his friends? 
Siegfried: Dumkopf! Who else are you supposed to sell out? You can't betray enemies! 

 

I was stabbed on the back and it's fucking disappointing.

I was waiting for something like this to happen but not this early.

So now I'll take some time to redefine some priorities, and then, we'll see what will happen.

The end, it's not a show

I’ve reconsidered and I might regret it, but I’m too tired to keep playing. The worst it can happen is to be denied, slapped, or just a yes.
I’m going to say who she is but not here. It is one thing to explore self-feelings for better audience, but posting a name, in this bit board, is just a cruel, and shows lack of confidence in the other part. But don’t expect any romantic gesture either. A simple “it’s you” will do it.
But I’ll take this space to apologize in advance for all this rumbling going around for the last couple of weeks. You see friends make everything difficult when they try to help.
John Scar Kramer

Meet Ginger

Who's Ginger? She's the main character in the animated movie Chicken Run, or the newest commentator of our strangely conceded blog.

If you want to know about either of them you just have to see the movie, they are alike.

But tradition compels me to give some short words about them.

When you see Ginger for the first time, you see a happy free-range persona; she has the liberty to go anywhere… within the cage. Being a free-spirited, as she is, the idea of the cage isn't the dream. And she wants to change that.

She gathers everyone, who lives in a cage just like she does, and manages them, to do… well see here's her first difficulty, she doesn't come up with ideas, what she does is to ask the smartest person in the room what to do, after being briefed, that's when she puts the wells to work, and starts bossing around (which by the way makes her a pain in the neck), but do not worry when the time comes she's the one to step up to any adversity that pops on the way.

Now a very important word of advice tow things you should never do to her: give her false hopes, disagree with her. Because in the first, if the hope is not complemented with whatever she waiting for, she'll get very small and unable to put herself up, as for the second… I'll just say that Armageddon finishes second facing her disagreement.

I'll end this up just saying that she's looking for a cock.

Rorschach

One secret at a time

Oscar Wilde
When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving oneself, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.

Anonymous
It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone, but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.

Whatever desire you have to discover what one feels, it is irresponsible. Everyone of us is unlike the other, everyone of us has diferent goals, noone sees through someone elses eyes. Where you see desire for knowladge one might see the consequences. Every thing has it's reaction, and not all are good. So please just quit bothering me...

Rorschach

Meet Giselle

Giselle is the great stereotype of a Disney animation of a lady in distress, being tailed by a dragon, while waiting for little prince charming to slay, this fallow beast. (Good luck chump)

Giselle is a lovable character, responding with a shy smile to our evil laughs, and jack's queer whatever. In her naiveté's, it's easy to spot some ignorance, and too much trust. Having just arrived to our little Olympus, Giselle is our greatest way to check the public reaction to every little thunder we decide to strike upon the earth.

She brought more restraining to the group, making our talks more light. Now we have gentle smiles instead of evil laughs, we talk about problems instead of just plotting the next move.

Having all this qualities, I'm bound to acknowledge that it's all going to change. Because deWinter will just ruin it for everyone and offer her a poisoned apple.

Welcoming you, in name of the team:

John Scar Kramer

P.S.: After so many asked I'm going to pull a first and translate everything, exactly, into Portuguese. So here goes…

Conhecendo Gisela.

A Gisela é um grande estereótipo de uma donzela em apuros das animações da DreamWorks, tendo um dragão sempre a trás, pelo menos até vir um orc que seja contratado pelo príncipe encantado para a vir salvar. (Boa sorte Trambolho)

A Gisela é uma criatura adorável, que reponde sempre com um sorriso tímido a toda a gargalhada malévola, ou a qualquer coisa bué porreira que o John esteja a fazer. Na sua tolice é fácil de encontrar uma crescente luta contra o desconhecido, e demasiada confiança em terceiros. A sua recente chegada ao monte Olimpo, faz com que ela seja o caminho mais curto para percebemos como reage a generalidade populacional aos nossos trovões.

Ela trouxe rédeas ao grupo, fazendo com que as nossas conversas não sejam tanto a brincar e mais sérias e objectivas. Falamos agora de moda e médias, ao passo que no passado, brincávamos e riamo-nos das pequenas crianças com que co-habitamos no nosso dia-a-dia.

Tendo tantos defeitos esta personagem, creio que só vamos conseguir mudar isto quando a Lady DeWinter oferecer uma maçã não lá muito saudável à Gisela.

Dando as boas vindas ao grupo, em nome de toda a equipa.

Rorschach

The drunken ticket

Yesterday our little group took a wild ride to the Technical University of Lisbon party.

Skipping the discretional introduction, it was just like any other Young adult parties, with lots of alcohol and shouts. I state once again that these things aren't my ideal Friday night arrangement, neither are they ever a backup plan. As friendship seems to mean sacrifice, I took one for the team.

(I would just like add apart from the post I intend to write, that our little three person group, although it hasn't grown in authors it has grown in friends, for It starts to become regular the junction of a new member that later will be given a nickname, where there were three are now four)

We went there basically to meet some long lost-of-sight colleagues, giving them the same old don't give a crap dialog, and I must confess I was a little curious about one of the performances. Moving on… There we were meeting some of Jack's and deWinter's friends, having to talk to some tang-out dog, who just don't shut up with his stupid no good for nothing stories, and being a fancy beer coup holder.

Thirty minutes there and I thought hell had frozen, because I was having the feeling that I was in hell, and it was freezing. Making it ideal for more drinks to be served and poured down the young audience mouths. Forty minutes and I lost count of the number of people standing by de edge waiting for their dinner to find its way back out, and the night was only starting.

Then I just lost track of time and went in a search for something to eat, striping myself a part of the group, for a while. And for that while I thought to myself, how these people can call this fun, I was seeing people going up and down none of them seemed to be happy, just hopeful, for whatever it was in their mind to fade into the night. But then I realized what's fun for me is totally different for them, so for one hole night I'll give them space to enjoy themselves, having little to worry.

And back I headed to the group, and there they were all together in a circle, shouting impossible to hear sounds, and laughing of the little they could interpret. Some turned and asked me if I was alright, I gave a negative answer, explaining strait away that it wasn't nothing physical, but more in the psychology branch. Their stupefied faces became confused ones, so I quit my attempt to make myself look smart and just said the magic words "Just kidding".

The time for the main event came and my expectations were high… until it started, I don't know if it was my mood or the acoustic, but the show didn't feel right. The group dispersed into pairs departing into all directions. Leaving me and Jack alone, in the middle of the crowd. We steeled there for a little while, and discussed how something was right; the show didn't fill anything like it. We tried for some time to find what the problem was, but eventually we quitted and went up to the hot dog kiosk for a real treat, and to sit down for a while. We talked about what were we witnessing, and how could people enjoyed themselves in this situation, tearing my give them space idea apart. It was a depressing sight, people in the corners making a lot of noise, and drinking beer, soloing shots of alcohol, people on the side bending down grabbing their stomach, cursing the last drink they had and praying for all to come out nice and easy, while the people on the center just stood there in their little groups, with one coupe of cursed liquid on one hand and a cigarette on the other, shouting drunk speeches, and walking zigue-zague.

After a long time observing and a well behaved discussion we clarified that neither of us is going to ever enjoy this little social tradition.

The concert approached its end, and we decided to go in search of deWinter and our just joined to the group friend, having a little approach of our own along the way, where a drunk girl zigue-zaguing through empty space complemented me in my rugby French jersey, which I politely thanked, promptly following through to our goal to restore the group. (Please don't make a big deal out of it)

The Restoring of the groups, square culminated with the end of the main event. Finally giving a pause for the girls to have a bite to eat, and up we went again. Accompanying the girls to their hunger satisfaction, like the fine gents we are. Once more we steeled on the stairs and had a chat about everything there is to chat about. Even about love and hatred towards friends and colleagues. Until we decided to finish it all off and call it a night.

This night was of little importance to our future, and it will not be marked with any significant detailed, other than this: Friendship means sacrifice, and our group is proud to make it anytime that is needed, we aren't good friends, we are just true friends. And that will stand for more than any night.

John Scar Kramer

P.S.: In the eventuality you're still thinking about the jerseys compliment, don't worry it's nothing that I hadn't heard before. And I'm no longer searching. Even if my friends don't get it.

Sexy evil, never the less

I’m not talking out of experience, if that was my case I would not be writing, and as for experience, Jack is two levels above me.

But there’s something now that summer is approaching and winter starts to be just another memory. Spring has something to do with it for shore. It like when you are seeing movies like the Lion King, the Sleeping Beauty, Lord of the Rings, in which the picture gets darker has it proceeds, but at the final and after the grand Fight between good and evil every good thing is rebirth, and there’s a new hope in the air.

What’s happening now is just like so, we’ve been through a time of darkness, where everyone closes themselves in jackets, coats, long sleeves shirts… but now I find myself looking around and seeing the sprout of the female body. They’ve threw away all the layers of clothes they used for this long arch winter, we’re now finishing, to put the on some sneakers, sweatshirts, jogging trousers, and start to run out through the city, sending a message “I’ll be ready when the time comes”.

Mean while, and because even in good shape it isn’t easy to catch the prey, they cleverly go throwing “sweetly peppered” smiles to the innocent gents passing by. Those smiles, capture us, the weaklings innocent fools, they makes us respond say “Hi!” with a smile [like this one:-D, or this one :-)], and after a while the predator and the prey are both sitting at the dinner table having some sort of date, or at a party.

But before I get further ahead of myself, what I wanted to say was that girls are vicious, since birth (and I’m very certain of this that I’m going to write) girls are tenacious, they flirt with the innocent first world leader creation of god, to then hurt this marvelous specimen. They smile, we smile back, the call us we lean towards them, the scratch us, we rush back hurting for what they did, they say their sorry, and we believe, the call us again, we lean towards again, they scratch us again, we rush back hurting for what they did again, they say they’re sorry again, and we suck it up again…, (and the cycle goes on until we lose touch of each other).

These vicious creations of sin, we’ll torture us until the end of time, and we will love every painful moment just, because we’re fools (and I only say this because jack doesn’t like to be called stupid).

Thank god there are video games

John Scar Kramer

Kicking

Kicking
Here’s a new hobby, with very kinds of practicing it, some choose to kick a ball in sports like football, other bags like jujitsu and other martial arts, but my favorite is kicking people.
I’m not talking about like the English teens do it, that choose someone randomly and beat him to death, no my way is less splashy, and more lethal.

I Like to KICK People down, break them mentally, destroy believes and theories whish they accept. Basically what I like to do is to add plus one to the depression group (that’s the goal), or the frustration path (second best, but still very rewarding), the only way I lose in this game is if I don’t find a weak spot, or the person I do this to and I become friends (Like the Lady and Jack) but in this later one I still win out side of the sport.

The rules are simple:

1. Acquire only one target, the option of a second target at the same time always backfires.
2. Do what you have to do, a strong enemy always has its flaws hit them hard.
3. Don’t share target’s or tell who it is, they’ll know eventually.
4. No More rules.

I’ll talk about strategies later, for now I just need to say something that is certainly going to backfire.

I’m Winning this litle game of mine.

John Scar Kramer

P.S.: Don't forget to vote for me to be the clown of the year I truly deserve it.

A mensage for the fucked up ones

Intolerance - Tool

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

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"

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