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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

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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!!!)