Roses with thorns

They are good girls, all of them.

And all the bad want to break their hearts, spirits and/or body's. And it's depressing, said clearly and without any other meaning…

They've grown too much, but are still too young. And some make them face the consequences of the beauty of all that, deflowering their innocence and bring them pain…

It's not fair,

That every one of them have to face the monster in their wishing princess fairy tale, and there's no prince or white knight to save them from their nightmares.

There's no really any excuse!

Even more because the monsters that come to haunt them where invited in like we welcome a bouquet of roses,

Forgetting the thrones.

To everyone,

Of you,

Who

Are

Strangely stupid enough not to get where I intend to reach,

I'll say it all in a better way,

A clearer way.

If you fuckers hurt them anyway, don't mind your back…

Because I like punching in the face.

In hopes of a better world all together;

John SCAR Kramer of Lioncourt

P.S.: It's not publicity, I'm so tired of hearing unhappy stories that I'm just fed up.

OhOhOh..

I'm don't like Christmas.

Growing up, every 24th of December my family would gather to celebrate Christmas.

We don't anymore.

Christmas is about the celebration of Christ's birth. It's about religion.

Well,i do not follow any religion for that matter so I feel like it would be actually kind of hiprocate to celebrate it.

Nevertheless, we all know Christmas meaning as completely changed into something else. Now it's about gifts..And I don't despite that. There is nothing wrong in wanting to give nice things to the people we love; what I find absoletely repellant is how people are lead to feel like they must offer stuff to everyone.It's not even about their beloveds anymore.

Consumerism as taken over many parts of human's life. Religion is not an exception.

I refuse to get swallow by nowadays Christmas, just because everyone else is. I choose to be different. I choose to follow my beliefs.

Merry Christmas

btw, i HATE christmas songs!

Rain in Jerusalem

It's raining… it's the first hour of the eve of the presumably birth of THE SAVIOR and the skies don't show the sparkling beauty of diamond sky. All I see is a harmonic rumbling on the floor, almost a timer, "drop drop drop drop drop"… microseconds between them, and then a whisper wind whistling in a harmonic tone, and a shout of a thunder that covers all others for a micro frame. If I were a Pagan I would say that Poseidon decided to unite the land with the sea…

How ironic that in the eve of the day we celebrate reunion between people and love to all kind, the skies greet us with such a heavy melody?

"It's just the weather!" you say, and right reasonable answer, no one can object such educated observation, congrats…

The weather… think about it; millions of millions of little beings, cells, or atoms, nuclear bits that make as a whole synchronized motion the rain, the clouds and the sunny day. They are so little compared to us and still they make us change our way of living with just a simple shift from cloudy to rainy, from windy to a breezy afternoon.

And today, a day of celebration for us and they decided it should rain…

As I'm standing in my room, typing this little words and, look outside, to the falling water and the chilling wind. I can only think of the free spirit of the water and of all its components, and the lucky feeling I have for the fact I'm just witness to the rain, thunder and wind, rather than a prop in its spectacle.

The world isn't fair… and it won't be even after today, although we'd loved that.

Christ was born 2009 years ago to save us, and so we believe he did… but he didn't throw money to the poor and hungry. He hoped, instead, to unite the humans to the belief that we're all the same and all different just like all the rain drops.

After all the bad weather isn't as bad as we say, it's here, this day , to remind us that we all come from the same, all of us were born, and all of us will end on the ground, no matter how much wind or lightning we get on our way, all symphonies have a beginning and an end.


Think about it;
John Scar Kramer of Lioncourt
P.S.: Enjoy Christmas as much as you possibly can, it's worth it

The thingy that comes after whatever happend

It's been a week since last we said something worth reading. Some recent events and the business of the scholar schedule made things so…

But not only that, for not even death will stop the three fablers that author this bit map, what kept me, at least for me, was the sense that I lacked the touch to write the right words at the right time. And as I write tonight I only wish and hope that no unwanted interpretation can be taken from these static words and that in their stiffness they do not represent a pain to those who read them.

But what I wanted to address is not the lack of muses of your dears, but something that I've learned in the process of this week.

As I've grown I developed ideas, one of them was about friendship… In my thirteenth year of life I developed a theory that friends were an overrated good by society in general, "there's no need for friends, in order to live and live well", I would say to my classmates and anyone who annoyed me enough. I thought that Friends were only known beggars that would come to you asking for free advices and loans without interest, so I did not, in the due time, train myself with the abilities to really relate or deal with others like normal people usually do as they grow up.

Only this week has I missed the contact of my friends did I learn that giving isn't the worst part in a friendship, quite the opposite, it's the best. Every time we meet I give them my stories as they give me theirs, we also exchange advises and opinions in the safe and pure environment of friendly laughs. So in what I learn is that the experience of giving is best.

And to conclude this strangely arranged thingy here's a thought:

"Friendship is like wetting your pants;

Everyone can see it;

But only you can feel its warmth"

 

Have a Jolly Good Christmas.

John Scar of Lioncourt

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Memories come memories are, let the past remember who you would be, let the present present you with what you are and let the future haunt what you can become

we'll be foreveryoung

It's not the first time one of us posts this music, and it shall not be the last. Because although we know about the end, there's also the belief that eternity lies ahead

We are here

[despite what for..]

CrappyMusicMoment

Spill out my heart...
But you don't hear a word...
Cause your busy thinking 'bout how long 'til it's your turn...
So you can go on and on, about yourself
Go on and on, about yourself...
And my heart can go back on the shelve...
and go on and on, about yourself...

But it's not all about you,
all about you,
the more you speak the less I care about
you, you, you, YOU!!!
It's not all about you, the world turns without you!
The more you speak, the less I care about you, you, you!!

Whatever I do, you've already done...
Only you've done it better and way before anyone...
Cause you think, that it's some game to win
You think, that it's some game to win...
Accomplishments and places been...
You think, that it's some game to win...

But its not all about you,
all about you,
the more you speak the less I care about
you, you, you, YOU!!!
Its not all about you, the world turns without you!
The more you speak, the less I care about you, you, you, you!!
Care about you, you, YOU!!!

Go on and on and on about yourself...
Go on and on and on about yourself...
The places that you go...
The places that you've been...
Why can't you say no one cares about you...

Its not all about You!
the more you speak the less I care about
you, you, you, YOU!!!
Its not all about you, the world turns without you!
The more you speak, the less I care about you, you, you, you!!
Care about YOU!!!!!!!!

CrappyMusicMoment

James Morrison feat Nelly Furtado - Broken Strings

Let me hold you
For the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
But you broke me
Now I can't feel anything

When I love you
It's so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking
It's the voice of someone else

Oh it tears me up
I tried to hold on but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it's not enough
To make it all okay

You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real

Oh the truth hurts
A lie is worse
I can't like it anymore
And I love you a little less than before

Oh what are we doing
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us

Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train
When it's too late,too late

...

see this properlly i'll write about it later

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GaDQDqLE3eA

Please listen to the instruction and be open to the suggestions it gives i'll comment on it sunday

We keep trying..

Calvin and I felt like we didn't fit in. But we definitely turned the game around.

Yesterday was the day. As you all know, academic life means, among other things, socializing parties every now and then. Well, last night was one of these. It included dinner and a lot of fun.

Of course when we arrived, it was awkward. Neither of us has made huge friendships among computer science students so far which meant just waiting for dinner. But few litters of beer later, we had fun! I manage to meet some nice (?) people and I am happy, for now anyway.

So my thirst was killed.

[Life is good I can't complain...]

Re-borning..?Kind Of

Every now and then we people break down.

I believe it only happens so, so we keep fighting. So we keep pursuing our goals. So we keep wanting to do it so.

We get lost for a moment so we don't loose ourselves for good.

Ironic, don't you think?

3..2..1 Hackers (1995)

(btw, Angelina is HOT, not only because well she's HOT, but because she KNOWS!)
Geek is SO [the new] sexy!

Moon (2009)

What a dinner..

It was weird.

I was really thrilled to go to this dinner..I was excited because I hadn't seen the host for a while then and I really like her!!..I guess I missed her, which surprises me because i'm not that close to her.

When we all got there, I was told only three out of the twelve were not studying medicine.

Then, suddenly, i felt weird. It was like this mix of feeling surfing on my veins.

There is this physics theory that says, among other things, there are others universes that went on according to the decisions we never made in this one. For example, there is a universe in which i didn't went to Coimbra last year.

Well, I felt like i have just got to this other dimension which aloud me to see what would have been If i hadn't changed my mind about going to med school.

And dude, it's weird assisting to what your life could have been.

I don't regret my decision.Not yet anyway. But I can't help it to wonder wether is was a right choice or a wrong one waiting for the worst moment to reveal itself..

[after all, to mess with our heads there is, not only karma, but also Murphy's Laws]

But for a spit second...