Friends..friends..whatever..son of bitches

I hate this feeling.

Generally speaking, i think i am a good friend.

[i may get there a little late sometimes but never out of choice..]

It takes a lot for me to call someone a friend, specially with a capital F.

Those are the people I love, people i feel i would pretty much do anything for. People i would go against my own principles to save their lives for..

They matter.

I believe in many things.

I believe friends should always support friends. I believe they must be honest and speak their mind, but that they should accept others choices.

What really bugs me, is when I feel I don't know what to feel.

Should I feel this away? Why don't I feel that way?

When a friends act childish and end up hurting other people, where should I stand?

Honesty. Maturity. They're key-points to me.

But when a friend of mine reveals none, do I support him, anyway? Am I able to love someone I totally disagree with on most times?Am I able to entirely accept their actions, even If I TOTALLY disagree with them?

I get confused..But then the bigger me raise upon.

For me, loving is wishing the best;that is the best gift I can give someone.

[not that i want random people to get fucked up in life..]

Bottom line, I want my friends to be happy, even if that means going separate ways. Even if that means that somewhere down the line I won't love them anymore, that we won't be friends anymore.

We are, not only what we are right now, but a result of what we once were and therefor we owe ourselves to be faithful to our feelings, even if these do no longer apply.

So,I am who I am with the conscious that if I am ever needed for, if i ever feel i have to, i'll stand up for them. I'll speak for them, and hell, i'll even justify their attitudes to the world.

After friday

Our lives

We give too much credit, or whatever it is, to social networks such as twitter, face book, hi5, etc…

Mostly because we have no one that we can really trust at all, making us needed to find someone distant to tell secrets and lies to impregnate with deceitful words and promises. What I mean is most of you don't have really any friends so turn to your little laptops and strike three W's so you'll find some sick and virtual advice and company.

I've tried them all, so that you don't accuse me of lack of empirical study, and in my failure to compute what it is advertised, and after arguments with some peers I find these networks to be obsolete, when I have friends like Jack and deWinter.

Sure sometimes I have to carry the most bohemian of us home in a stretcher, but that's a thousand times better than just having words in a board to relate to.

It's our life, it's my life, and it's your life and not an avatar's life. Do something Be creative, judge to a face instead of this lists of crap.

Having a huge number of friends doesn't mean anything if for all that it is worth none of them tell you to stop doing bad!

And to prove my loyal friendship:

DeWinter I I think you should calm down this bohemian life style,

Jack Stop with the secrets! And Talk trash more often because it's wonderful

And a special note to everyone else:

SHOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Learning

This time I won't just put a video without saying anything...

A few days ago I invited some friends to go see a lecture on astronomy and watch some stars through the telescope afterwards.
It was going all right until, 10 minutes after the lecture started, some of them started to feel bored. We eventually had to leave.
I must admit, I was really disapointed... I know it's not the most interesting agenda one could have. I know it might be boring, I know the chairs weren't that confortable (s) but it's what I like the most. It's what I'll do for the next 50 years, hopefully. I won't apologize for that. And as my friend, I think you should have stayed through the whole thing, even if you felt like shooting your foot. It's what I would do.
I don't care about our little companion on that night, although I also felt it was disrespectful to be invited and not be able to shut up for a minute and learn something. But that's not my business, he already broke the glass he had to brake...

Anyway, don't expect it again... I try not to make the same mistakes twice...



I hate when people can't enlarge their sight, expand their interests, just for the sake of it. I hate when people don't like to learn, when they're not curious...
And sometimes, yes, I think it's ok to fake some interest, if it will make someone happy... But that's just me.

Here's to you

I know I've made mistakes before. I have no excuse for them. I changed, and that change also changed your world. Not that I was your world, but I think I was (a big?) part of it. Anyway, I left you alone when I shouldn't have.

If there's one thing I would change in the last four years it would be that.
Here are my public, from the heart, sincere apologies. I'm so sorry.

They say you always learn something from your mistakes, and I did. When the dust cleared, you were right there.

"Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over."

I won't say we'll be friends no matter what comes around, I don't know that. But I know it was tuff for you, and even so you always supported me.
Now I feel that you trust me, maybe more than you ever did, and that makes me happy.

I guess you can leave for as long as you want, and when you come back, good friends will pick up right where you left off.

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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Jack's Birthday present

This is just something, so that everyone knows that we did not forget

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.

Quiet Friends

We had a funny - kind of awkward - social situation this weekend. I guess it was my fault... But we have to try this things out! See how we deal with them.

What I learned, which I actually already knew, is that silence is a very important matter in friendships. The good ones can afford to have it, the bad ones cannot.

I guess thare are two types of good friends:

• those who talk about everything, everywhere and everytime. With these ones you never get tired of sharing stuff, you can just talk and talk and keep talking like forever, because you have always something to say.
  
• those who talk about everything, everywhere... With these ones you can have moments when you don't have to talk and you feel confortable anyway. It doesn't mean you have nothing to say, it just means you have nothing to say right now, and you're sure you'll have time to say it, 'cause they aren't going anywhere.
  

Both are hard to find. And both are great friends.
Not being a very chatty person sometimes, I prefer those friendships where I don't feel the pressure of silence, and so, that's what I aim at, when I meet someone I like. Sometimes you get it, sometimes you don't.
I guess if there's a test by which you can "rate" your friendships, it's seeing how confortable you feel being in silence within them.

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Here in this blog we are proud of our diference and diversaty. But sometimes we can't offer asmuch as we wish, giving no choise but to go outside of the box. After disco vs fun, and seeing that allof us share, mainly, the same idea, I bumped into another Blog that gives you another perspective in the matter.
It's in Portuguese, so for the few of you those understands or are pacient enough to get the author totranslate it, read this:
http://cogumelo-pensante.blogspot.com/2009/05/join-us.html

Have a good one,
John Scar Kramer

Hard work, even before you get it!

As we were heading to this unbelievably great party we ended up not going, I came across this phylosophical question of much importance:

Does conquering the girl/boy of your dreams demand a constant struggle?

I wanna focus on the "conquering" part, as I know that keeping an already grown relationship healthy and alive is an everyday work. And it should be. I don't believe in soulmates and destined lovers, so I think it will never work if you don't care enough to make every day a little different, a little better.

Anyway, the conquering part... and by this I mean that time before you assume a relationship. It can take hours for some people, as it can take years for others.
It's the second best part of "it". This is the time where you fall in love, where you're nervous everytime that person walks into the room. Is the time where you say and do the most stupid things.
Now, can enough time, work and stuborness get you the girl/boy?
Maybe yes, eventually... But what a waste! It's only in the movies that the all-time neighbours end up falling in love, as he saves her from the alliens or something. And in my opinion, that's not fair to the one who had all the work.

"Oh, I realize now that I love you!!"
"Great! But as I was coming near to jump from the bridge because I thought you'd never love me, you didn't even look at me!!! Nevermind, let's be happy ever after!"

This is what I thought 3 days ago. I realized since then, that there's a catch! The only thing I need to get the girl of my dreams is to be myself and wait for her to come. I think so...
There will eventually come a girl that likes me just the way I am - or at least most of the things I am - and I will make her the girl of my dreams (the dreams are efemerous things).
Now the catch: being JUST yourself is one of the most difficult tasks you'll ever do. Not being nicer, nor funnier, nor more sensitive, nor cockier. That's hard and demands work.
So, in conclusion, I realize now that it takes a constant struggle to get someone to like you. A struggle to be just the way you are, so that your ideal match can come and see it.
After you get into a relationship, then you can be as many things as you want and if she(he)'s one of the possible "ones", she(he)'ll understand.


Sorry for how long this got :P

Their bound to steal it away

Get Out Alive - Three Days Grace

Don't put your life in someone's hands
Their bound to steal it away


The music is great, but the only thing i want to focus on is the two verses i transcriped from the lyrics.
Can you really trust someone in this world?
If you think of it properly... you see you don't even trust yourself. Proof? Easy to find actually. Just remember the last time you did not bought that chocolate, because you could not stop yourself of eating it all at once. Or the time you said it would be the last.

Trust is a hard thing to come by, more in our days dan in the past. But i trust in people, so do you, because if not we would just go insane, with all the screts we keep, the thing is that i don't trust them with the key. It may sound like some rubish Harry putters thing but it is true. I give almost every peace of information that i have to my trusties, leaving only some key element behind.
Jack and deWinter don't acktually have any idea of wich are my screts, but they know some of the screts i keep from others.

And to show I appreciation I'll tell you one: "there's something I'm not keeping for mutch longer"

A friend in need is a friend indeed....

Pure morning - Placebo

Truth be told friends are some bullshit guys (no bad intended) you invite to pass the evening with you, and beg for money, every other time. No one likes to hear that, so we has friends of each other’s normally don't say it or write it like I did.
To be friend is somehow odd to me. Because I don't trust anyone (The reason I don't trust anyone, is because it's easier to tackle someone then to help him up)
, at least entirely. And the closes to me know that. And although we say friends are the ones who respect you for who you are. They still go around my back trying to know what secrets I secretly keep. (Not that I mind)
Telling the truth doesn't really matter in the general idea, it depends, from case to case. I can't blame my friends for lying to me, I do the same.
And something about truth: In the end, truth it's what stays in history, that has we all know is told by the winners.

Rorschach

Big Adventure

Yesterday we took the chance
We went on a journey in seas never before sailed.
We knew the risks and dangers
But, in the end, we came back!

That's right, John drove me and Milady in his new car. I was held the duty to describe this journey. I'll do it in three parts:

The Past - in the past, our preferable (and only) way to get to a place was by public transportation. That means hours of waiting around, changing subway lines, stairs up and down and traveling alone most of the time.

The Present - with John's newly aquired drivers license, we feel free to go have dinner anywhere we want, stop anywhere and just be there listening to the radio, talking about anything. We are together in the getting there, in the being there and in the leaving. Until we get sick of each other, that's cool!
Of course it's not all a bed of roses. I need, urgently, to get used to those hi-speed turns! Not bad turns, just sport-driving-kinda-like turns...
In conclusion, it gets us from point A to point B, faster, more confortable and it's a lot of fun. I must say, I wouldn't do better.

The Future - in the future I see ourselves in big road trips and "rallying" inside every city we go through, with 150km/h turns, big police chases and a hell of a party inside the little ford... Let's wait and see.


Congratulations John, for the maturity shown in overcoming such a difficult task.

What If?

There’s a point to everyone’s life in witch we ask ourselves “what if?”.
“What if it had rained?”
“What if It was the other way around?”

These two words have tormented for ages the mind of mankind. Genius are only such because they asked themselves time and time again, what if?
But be careful, for the question, doesn’t bring any answer attached, and many have suffered to the spells of its simplicity, unable to rise with a suitable answer.

Rorschach

Equality

This is a very talked about subject, but for no need. I’ll cut to the chase and say equality is nothing, but a mirage. It will never happen, and the reason is that you can fool everyone some of the time, you can fool some people all the time, but you can’t fool everyone all of the time.

Yes! Equality is a fool’s idea and only suited for a fool believer. (By now Sin, Calvin and almost every humanitarian are shouting cursed phrases with my name on it).

Because... why?

Equality is not found in anything that hasn’t been mechanically tempered, even two leafs of the same tree aren’t alike.

It’s funny, whenever I see a protest on the TV about work equality for men and women, saying that men and women should be paid the same, that both must have the Wright to reach the top. I laugh. (Jeez! Watch your language) Because if total equality were to be conceded the same people that are protesting on the TV right now will also be protesting, after equality.

Why?

Because, it’s in their nature. Women can’t have the same perks has men, they have to have more. And due to due to ECR (Equivalent Change Rule), this addiction of perks reflect in lower salaries, and a more troubled way to the top.

So I would suggest instead of fighting for equality or equivalence, better fight for difference. Everyone of us is an unique specimen, and as so a unique treatment is what each one of us deserves. Otherwise you’re just fighting to enter a box.

Rorschach

P.S.:

People cannot gain anything without sacrificing something. You must present something of equal value in order to gain something. That is the principle of equivalent exchange.

The Full Metal Alchemist

If you don't get it this way think of the Isac Newton's laws, one of them is quite like this one.