Disco vs. Fun

In less than a week, I saw what I've been missing and what I miss.

Both have the same name, yet great is the difference between them. I'm talking about parties.

This weekend I got the chance to peek what my generation enjoy their selves in this celebrations, that's what I've been missing. And two days after, in the first day of the workweek, I was how I used to celebrate every good thing that happened to me at my ten years of age, that's what I miss.

It's hard sometime to look back… Because we sometimes lose our selves reminiscing, seeing all the good, but forgetting the bad. Although this case is like so, age gave me responsibility that I did not want, and perks I do not wish, and speeches I'm tiered to hear. I've been missing what people say to be the best years of my life, not because I'm a workaholic, far from that. I just don't want to get drunk, smoke weed and wake up every day with a freaking headache, and call that the best party of my life. No! I like my routes more than my leafs, my perfect party would be an afternoon playing whatever game me and my friends want to enjoy, then race karts, ending the day with dinner and a great movie.

Now this isn't a common request among those of my age, and they say that I'm at the age of trying new things, and that I should open myself to change.

Well unfortunately for me change always comes. But I think that even then I'll prefer my ten year-old party to my twentieth.

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

I am not it …

I'm a fucking bigot, I'm tall, I'm fat, a lazy man, stupid guy, and the worst writer you read today, the worst friend a person can have. I'm a smartass, I'm greedy, distracted, I'm the Don't-give-a-crap-man, I'm a comic fanatic, I'm a liar, I'm a clamp, I'm a referee, I'm corrupt, I'm a failure, I'm a joke, I'm a cinema fan, I'm a coach, I judge, and do stupid things that I come to regret. But I'm not a voyeur. And it pisses me off when someone calls me such a thing.

Now that I got it all out of my system. Here is to you

HERES TO YOU from the film "Sacco e Vanzetti" - Lisbeth Scott, written by Ennio Morricone

Warning

There comes a time in everyone's life where we feel like this:




But the key to good driving is preparation and trainning:

After weeks of struggle I finally got my drivers license!! And it was easy as hell, much more than I thought.

But I'm not writing this post for you to congratulate me - most of you already did; thank you. I am writing this post because I want to warn you of something.
Remember that post where I put to the vote some possibilities for my car?
Well... if everything goes according to plan... it'll be neither of those.
And my warning is:

"This is how you will be when you see it:"

The solution to my problem is B&B

For the past year I started thinking and talking, to Jack and deWinter, on the possibility of me having a girlfriend (We also talk about Jack's future (whatever gender)friend, and the lady's (something with a wood)friend).

In the hopping that my predicament is solved before hell freezes over, I've been observing couples, studying them. And after 12 months, I came up with a hypothesis, untested still.

The hypothesis goes like so: there are only three kinds of couples (male-female obviously) in my generation, the High school sweethearts (HSS), the Jugglers (J) and The beauties and the Beasts (B&B).

The HSS's, are the ones that meet in the first day of school, fall for one and other, and the rest is just like soup operas, with all their humps and dumps. (Remember the OC, is just like that, if you don't remember, well it's Grey's Anatomy without all the promiscuity).

The J's, well they aren't exactly couples, they're more like a group that never really settle, having a new partner every other day (they are Grey's Anatomy just the way you see it). Compromise isn't a word in their dictionary.

Finally we're left with the B&B, which are the ones that people talk about when they say "how can a gall so beautiful be with such a jerk?" .

Now if my theory does prove to be right, my only chance of ever date, is to be part of the B&B, and I'm not talking about the beauty part (but I promise I have plenty of it).

This means, my way out of this situation of mine is by being even more of a prick that I've been so far. So in the next time I come to meet a girl that I kinda don't know if I like I just have be a total jerk and it will be all ok, that can't be too hard, can it? J

John Scar Kramer

If it weren’t a video-game it would be the best movie of the decade

My friends you are witnessing a rare moment in my lifetime, for I'm now willing to bow for someone else than my reflection. Hideo Kojima is that that I bow to. Why? Because this man has been able to create the most perfect thing I've ever seen, the Metal Gear Solid series.

I've been a fan of this espionage, infiltration kind of game, from a very early age, although I never played the first episode of the series, I've watched patiently my cousins doing their best to complete the game, at the time played in the first Sony console Play station, also known as PSX or just PS.

After following the first battle between Solid Snake against his brother Liquid, we were all astonished, giving total support to the election of the best game of the century, it was in the year 1999, I think.

We had to wait 4 years and for PS2 to once again take part in a Hideo Kojima artistically mastered video-game. Metal Gear Solid 2: Sons of Liberty, in which we take action with a new character named Raiden, joining shortly forces with the old Snake. This one was a great improvement in graphics making it an exceptional game as well, although at that time I felt that the story was short and less satisfying than the first one.

Three years pasted and we're then awarded with a prequel of the first one, were the gamer takes control of the Big Boss, father of the hero solid Snake, during a cold war crisis. Great game full of the experienced one had similar in the first.

But nothing was ever so good as what was to come…

The Forth and last episode of the Metal Gear Solid Saga. Guns of Patriots . This game is mind twistingly fantastic, making it for me the best game I've ever played.( I don't want to be a spoiler so I'll just say this) Solid Snake: I'm no hero... Never was. I'm just an old killer... Hired to do some wet work.

If you get a chance don't miss it, and enjoy it because the first time is the best.

P.S.: Please comment

Nerdy talk

aka my dream future :P

Hands down [down, down...way down]

My first video here is going to be a Dashboard Confessional song, Hands down.
I love this lyrics..it's just so well thought.....it really makes you wanna sream at "that special person", come on dude!!Let's go nuts and DO IT...

[i could have put the official clip but on this video the guy is wearing a suit so it wins right there]

Hotel California

John introduced me and Jack to the world's most fun game ever!!
No you perverts, it isn't any sexual thing!!....Guitar hero itself.




It's amazing how a little very expensive box as PS (1, 2 ou 3) can amuze you for such a long time..
Jack was as happy as Pickachu..John as concentrate as Neo and i was watching as a voyeur...
Now boys...Men isn't a real men if he doesn't like this game...
You have it?
(...this could be haven or this could be hell...)

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"

Title

"If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character... Would you slow down? Or speed up?"

I really like this quote, because, even after thinking about it, I don't know what I would do... I'm not gonna talk about life after death - that deserves a larger reflection - but assuming this isn't IT, this isn't our last and only chance in this world, should we portrait our little characters deeply and with meaning or should we fly through them so we could live a lot of different things in different ways?
Should we live many good stories, or few great ones?

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

Truth or Dare?

Last week Jack and I found ourselves discussing whether friends should tell the truth, no matter how much it might hurt the other person or if friends should be only concerned with the other person well being. Back then i was soure of my position: truth always, but now i can see what Jack meant.

Friends give friends a number of things : advices, full attention,truth...!!
TRUTH is hard, the truth is awkward and very often the truth hurts. I mean, people say they want the truth but do they really? Truth is sometimes they don 't.
Deep down, nobody wants to hear it. Sometimes we tell the truth because the truth is all we have to give. Sometimes we tell the truth because we need to say it out loud so we can hear it from ourselves. Sometimes we tell the truth because we can’t just help ourselves.
But what really pisses me off is I know Sometimes truth isn’t good enough, sometimes people deserve more...
And so i have to think we tell them the truth because we owe them, at least that much.

Jack, i'm sorry i waited that long to tell you the truth and i'm glad you were able to forgive me. But that situation made me realise a lot of things i was blindly ignoring. Thank you!

Final part of lent. (The Passion)

Last time, I left the message of forgiveness and pardon. Now I come up for the last time, with:

The Passion

God descended to earth, through his Son. Who thought us a new way of living, and who this God, who witch we prayed to but never actually seen was.
The Son talked about the Father, The Father showed himself, some of us believed, some didn’t (some do others don’t, life’s just that way).
But we we’re still babied in Sin. And so the Father, noticing it, asked the Son to save us. The Son accepted.
It wasn’t a pleasant burden to carry, this that the son took; it was painful, almost unbearable. Flesh was ripped of his back, blood dripping from head to toe, caring the weight of the lumber on your back while you climb the mountain to your death. Everyone is there but no one helps. The Son falls for the first time, the guards kicked Him to get up. He falls a second time, and some one of the crowed was chosen to help Him carry the burden of all men’s sins up the mountain. There, the cross is grounded and The Son over it is laid. The left hand is grabbed by one of the guards, over the left wood of the cross, metal meets flesh, and shortly after they touch the nail is hammered, once, then twice, three painful times. Then the right hand it’s placed over the right wood, and once again three painful hammerers. Then the feet are grabbed by the guards, and in each it is putted a nail. (It is said that many would go mad with the pain caused by the nailing).
The Son is then elevated, and starts to asphyxiate, and every breath he takes, is a torturous attempt, until he delivers the final sigh.
Many were prior and after condemned the same way, but the Son has the particular, that e was condemned for being “JESUS OF NAZARETH THE KING OF THE JEWS”. It’s notable that someone was willing to go through and did go through such a painful death to ride mankind of all Sins. This is the true Passion

Judah Ben-Hur: Almost at the moment He died, I heard Him say, "Father, forgive them for they know not what they do."
Esther: Even then.
Judah Ben-Hur: Even then. And I felt His voice take the sword out of my hand.

John scar Kramer

P.S.: Have a good Easter

Andy McKee

I wish I could do that :(