Ah,
as pedras cotidianas! Sempre nos impedindo e bloqueando! Quisera eu ter
tanto poder para retira-las dos caminhos de todos. Sendo apenas um
individuo, mal consigo lutar contra as que aparecem na minha frente.
Talvez se juntassemos nossos braços poderiamos
aplicar uma força maior a essas intemperies que nos deixam incapazes de
continuar progredindo, sempre com a grande esperança de que no dia
seguinte nao existam corpos tao pesados para serem movidos.
Esse foi o meu comentario relacionado ao texto das pedras de Drummond que apareceu no facebook do Senado. Fiquei orgulhoso entao mandei para um colega no Transformice.
> [100] [Doctor11th] bom dia
> [100] [Doctor11th] ta de boa ?
< [Doctor11th] oh ye
Você não está autorizado a falar neste servidor.
> [100] [Doctor11th] e a vida ?
< [Doctor11th] Ah, as pedras cotidianas! Sempre nos impedindo e bloqueando! Quisera eu ter tanto poder para retira-las dos caminhos de todos. Sendo apenas um individuo, mal consigo lutar contra as que aparecem na minha frente. Talvez se juntassemos nossos braços poderia
< [Doctor11th] poderiamos aplicar uma força maior a essas intemperies que nos deixam incapazes de continuar progredindo, sempre com a grande esperança de que no dia seguinte nao existam corpos tao pesados para serem movidos.
< [Doctor11th] acabei de digitar
Fpsgirls acabou de se conectar.
> [100] [Doctor11th] vou ver se vc pegou do google perai
> [100] [Doctor11th] é serio ?
> [100] [Doctor11th] vou salvar
> [100] [Doctor11th] achei interessante
> [100] [Doctor11th] se eu disser isso em algum seminario
> [100] [Doctor11th] vai ser massa
> [100] [Doctor11th] vc nunca disse
> [100] [Doctor11th] saber escrever
> [100] [Doctor11th] caramba animol
> [100] [Doctor11th] eu to realmente supreso
> [100] [Doctor11th] surpreso '
> [100] [Doctor11th] ainda to duvidando se foi você mesmo q escreveu ksks
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Agora eu retiraria o ultimo "para" e colocaria "a". Mas jah foi.
sábado, 31 de outubro de 2015
quarta-feira, 28 de outubro de 2015
Aderbal e seu Carro(Ficticio)
Aderbal queria comprar um carro. Ele nao tinha conhecimento sobre a
cidade aonde morava, mesmo que nao passasse dos duzentos e vinte mil
habitantes. Esse moço decidiu que compraria uma bela protese peniana
alem de tambem funcionar como protese substitutiva das pernas.
Foi pesquisar para encontrar um bom preço. Descobriu que um carro que passava em seus testes de apreciaçao visual custaria em torno de vinte meses de salario pagos integralmente a concessionaria de veiculos. Aderbal ouvia historias de pessoas que compravam a aprovaçao em concursos promovidos pelo governo por meros dois meses de serviço. Como nao possuia emprego o jovem resolveu que primeiramente descobriria uma forma de conseguir dinheiro para atingir o seu maior objetivo.
Aderbal via todos os dias os seus vizinhos venderem drogas. Logo pensou em entrar neste belo mercado que tambem eh extremamente perigoso. O rapaz nao tinha tempo. Suas aspiraçoes afetivas impulsionadas pelos hormonios da juventude o deixavam cego em frente a tantos possiveis problemas. Tambem ouvira de um colega que veiculos motorizados nao eram necessarios e que para se ter corpo e mente saudaveis a falta de rodas se fazia ateh necessaria. Claro que um pensamento tao diferente do comum foi imediatamente repelido.
Comprou alguns gramas de entorpecente. Conseguiu revende-los e triplicar o seu capital em menos de um dia. O homem que se formava nao parecia um valor adicional a sociedade. Em poucos dias Aderbal jah pensava em comprar uma pistola pois a competiçao eh sempre feroz quando nao existem regras. Um dia cometeu o seu primeiro homicidio. Uma divida nao havia sido paga. O traficante agora tambem era um assassino, mas nao se importava porque era apenas parte do seu trabalho. Conhecer um pouco mais do mundo e das garotas sobre rodas era o que queria.
No crime poucos vivem para ver os seus filhos passarem da adolescencia. Aderbal nao foi um deles. Sem a sorte de obter a homogenia da area em que atuava ele foi recompensado como a maioria dos marginais que sao identificados como a parte mais fragil de um sistema. Nao obteve um veiculo, mas uma viagem sem volta para o outro mundo, que eh o que se ganha quando atravessamos a linha de respeito pertencente a alguem que pode matar para que outros nao façam o mesmo.
Foi pesquisar para encontrar um bom preço. Descobriu que um carro que passava em seus testes de apreciaçao visual custaria em torno de vinte meses de salario pagos integralmente a concessionaria de veiculos. Aderbal ouvia historias de pessoas que compravam a aprovaçao em concursos promovidos pelo governo por meros dois meses de serviço. Como nao possuia emprego o jovem resolveu que primeiramente descobriria uma forma de conseguir dinheiro para atingir o seu maior objetivo.
Aderbal via todos os dias os seus vizinhos venderem drogas. Logo pensou em entrar neste belo mercado que tambem eh extremamente perigoso. O rapaz nao tinha tempo. Suas aspiraçoes afetivas impulsionadas pelos hormonios da juventude o deixavam cego em frente a tantos possiveis problemas. Tambem ouvira de um colega que veiculos motorizados nao eram necessarios e que para se ter corpo e mente saudaveis a falta de rodas se fazia ateh necessaria. Claro que um pensamento tao diferente do comum foi imediatamente repelido.
Comprou alguns gramas de entorpecente. Conseguiu revende-los e triplicar o seu capital em menos de um dia. O homem que se formava nao parecia um valor adicional a sociedade. Em poucos dias Aderbal jah pensava em comprar uma pistola pois a competiçao eh sempre feroz quando nao existem regras. Um dia cometeu o seu primeiro homicidio. Uma divida nao havia sido paga. O traficante agora tambem era um assassino, mas nao se importava porque era apenas parte do seu trabalho. Conhecer um pouco mais do mundo e das garotas sobre rodas era o que queria.
No crime poucos vivem para ver os seus filhos passarem da adolescencia. Aderbal nao foi um deles. Sem a sorte de obter a homogenia da area em que atuava ele foi recompensado como a maioria dos marginais que sao identificados como a parte mais fragil de um sistema. Nao obteve um veiculo, mas uma viagem sem volta para o outro mundo, que eh o que se ganha quando atravessamos a linha de respeito pertencente a alguem que pode matar para que outros nao façam o mesmo.
Random
A/ab/abc//Letrinhas//Coisinhas bonitinhas.//Desenhar sons.//Falar os sons de volta.//Ideias.//Como diria o Bilu, conhecimento.
Nunca conseguia o numero de linhas necessario para terminar uma redaçao.
Entao sempre fazia a historia completa, de uns tres paragrafos com inicio, meio e fim. Depois começava a encher com o maximo de palavras possivel sem adicionar nenhuma informaçao nova. Nao gostava de fazer aquilo mas era necessario. Gosto de coisas simples e diretas.
E quanto mais rapidos ficavam os computadores e a comunicaçao entre eles mais passei a tentar economizar o tempo das outras pessoas alem do meu proprio. Entao sempre tentei passar a informaçao da maneira mais clara e breve possivel. Acho que melhorei bastante com o tempo mas ainda nao considero a minha habilidade de sintetizar informaçoes aceitavel.
Entao agora vou tentar o contrario. Me prolongar o maximo possivel e fazer com que a atençao e tempo perdidos pelos dois, ouvinte e falante, sejam tao grandes que ao fim do meu discurso o receptor da ideia fique com vontade de me dar um soco caso ainda esteja no local admirando a minha total falta de senso comum com o claro intuito de fazer com que absolutamente nada seja adicionado e mesmo assim pareça que algo realmente estah acontecendo.
Nunca conseguia o numero de linhas necessario para terminar uma redaçao.
Entao sempre fazia a historia completa, de uns tres paragrafos com inicio, meio e fim. Depois começava a encher com o maximo de palavras possivel sem adicionar nenhuma informaçao nova. Nao gostava de fazer aquilo mas era necessario. Gosto de coisas simples e diretas.
E quanto mais rapidos ficavam os computadores e a comunicaçao entre eles mais passei a tentar economizar o tempo das outras pessoas alem do meu proprio. Entao sempre tentei passar a informaçao da maneira mais clara e breve possivel. Acho que melhorei bastante com o tempo mas ainda nao considero a minha habilidade de sintetizar informaçoes aceitavel.
Entao agora vou tentar o contrario. Me prolongar o maximo possivel e fazer com que a atençao e tempo perdidos pelos dois, ouvinte e falante, sejam tao grandes que ao fim do meu discurso o receptor da ideia fique com vontade de me dar um soco caso ainda esteja no local admirando a minha total falta de senso comum com o claro intuito de fazer com que absolutamente nada seja adicionado e mesmo assim pareça que algo realmente estah acontecendo.
Paciencia
Por algum motivo soh tive alguma açao ou opiniao sobre algo quando
jah
estava disposto a enfrentar todas as consequencias possiveis. Nao dah
pra calcular todas as possibilidades mas depois de um ponto especifico
voce jah consegue decidir se vai ou nao fazer algo.
Lembro quando nenhum dos meus dois irmaos queria ir ateh a locadora de jogos comigo, quando eu tinha por volta de dez anos, jah que eu demorava para escolher um cartucho. Precisava de uns vinte minutos, mas como a paciencia deles nunca foi grande, em tres jah demonstravam todo o nervosismo que era possivel expor em publico direcionado a um irmao mais novo. Hoje no mesmo local funciona uma loja de produtos de beleza.
Sempre tive muito orgulho da minha paciencia. Ficava horas no carro do meu pai esperando por ele e o que mais me fazia falta era um relogio para poder calcular quanto tempo estava passando. Na sala de aula o professor de matematica da quarta serie me chamava de Licio Robo. Eu sabia que nao podia me mexer para nenhum dos dois lados quando o professor estava na frente da classe. Tudo o que fazia era permanecer imovel e com toda a minha atençao direcionada a cada palavra que saia do instrutor. Sempre tive muito medo de nao passar de ano e agora percebo que repetir algum deles nao teria alterado a minha vida. O pior ponto seria nao poder ficar na mesma serie dos meus antigos colegas. Ver as mesmas faces repetidas vezes, diariamente, me dava uma sensaçao de segurança. Um colegio militar cria uma amizade mais forte entre os alunos. O mais legal de toda essa atençao eh que eu nunca precisava ler uma palavra de nenhum livro depois das aulas. Os exercicios mandados para fazer em casa tambem se tornavam extremamente faceis.
Tambem conseguia esperar por varias horas fora do colegio quando esqueciam de me buscar. Resolveram me fazer andar no onibus escolar. Fui passageiro poucas vezes, ateh passar mais umas horas pensando no que fazer depois de perder o onibus. Resolvi começar a andar seguindo uma rodovia e um militar acabou me dando uma carona. Começaram a pagar uma van para me transportar e em pouco tempo eu jah me sentia tao impotente que passei a acordar duas horas mais cedo para ir a peh para o colegio. Mesmo que fosse muito cedo eu me sentia muito bem andando nas noites frias da cidade. Estava me sentindo como um individuo. Um cidadao livre. Um ser humano de verdade e nao mais um zumbi que era obrigado a fazer tudo o que lhe era mandado. E nao fazer nada quando nao existiam ordens.
Entao ganhei uma bicicleta e pude pedalar para a escola. A economia de tempo e adrenalina eram grandes mas acabei sentindo falta dos momentos que tinha para pensar fora de casa. Depois do ultimo ano do colegio resolvi que iria ficar em casa. Tinha certeza de que nao encontraria o que estava procurando fora do meu quarto. Entao depois de passar no primeiro vestibular para conseguir o diploma do ensino medio fui inscrito em mais uns tres e resolvi nao fazer as provas. Consegui fazer a pensao alimenticia ser transferida para mim e com muito dinheiro consegui comprar um caminho fora da grande tortura que era viver. Sentia essa grande dor psicologica desde os dez anos quando meus pais se separaram.
Felizmente quando me aproximava dos trinta consegui fazer o meu manual de sobrevivencia extra-corporea. Dois anos depois a minha religiao. Pode parecer brincadeira mas essas duas coisas me deram um suporte tao solido que a vida passou a valer a pena.
Sempre serah possivel perder a paciencia, mas todas as formas criadas para conseguir uma concentraçao a trazem de volta sem muita dificuldade. A guitarra eletrica, as musicas e os jogos sempre me ajudaram muito. Os livros tambem, em menor intensidade. Tambem beber muita agua e comer muito alho alem de dormir sempre o maximo possivel.
Lembro quando nenhum dos meus dois irmaos queria ir ateh a locadora de jogos comigo, quando eu tinha por volta de dez anos, jah que eu demorava para escolher um cartucho. Precisava de uns vinte minutos, mas como a paciencia deles nunca foi grande, em tres jah demonstravam todo o nervosismo que era possivel expor em publico direcionado a um irmao mais novo. Hoje no mesmo local funciona uma loja de produtos de beleza.
Sempre tive muito orgulho da minha paciencia. Ficava horas no carro do meu pai esperando por ele e o que mais me fazia falta era um relogio para poder calcular quanto tempo estava passando. Na sala de aula o professor de matematica da quarta serie me chamava de Licio Robo. Eu sabia que nao podia me mexer para nenhum dos dois lados quando o professor estava na frente da classe. Tudo o que fazia era permanecer imovel e com toda a minha atençao direcionada a cada palavra que saia do instrutor. Sempre tive muito medo de nao passar de ano e agora percebo que repetir algum deles nao teria alterado a minha vida. O pior ponto seria nao poder ficar na mesma serie dos meus antigos colegas. Ver as mesmas faces repetidas vezes, diariamente, me dava uma sensaçao de segurança. Um colegio militar cria uma amizade mais forte entre os alunos. O mais legal de toda essa atençao eh que eu nunca precisava ler uma palavra de nenhum livro depois das aulas. Os exercicios mandados para fazer em casa tambem se tornavam extremamente faceis.
Tambem conseguia esperar por varias horas fora do colegio quando esqueciam de me buscar. Resolveram me fazer andar no onibus escolar. Fui passageiro poucas vezes, ateh passar mais umas horas pensando no que fazer depois de perder o onibus. Resolvi começar a andar seguindo uma rodovia e um militar acabou me dando uma carona. Começaram a pagar uma van para me transportar e em pouco tempo eu jah me sentia tao impotente que passei a acordar duas horas mais cedo para ir a peh para o colegio. Mesmo que fosse muito cedo eu me sentia muito bem andando nas noites frias da cidade. Estava me sentindo como um individuo. Um cidadao livre. Um ser humano de verdade e nao mais um zumbi que era obrigado a fazer tudo o que lhe era mandado. E nao fazer nada quando nao existiam ordens.
Entao ganhei uma bicicleta e pude pedalar para a escola. A economia de tempo e adrenalina eram grandes mas acabei sentindo falta dos momentos que tinha para pensar fora de casa. Depois do ultimo ano do colegio resolvi que iria ficar em casa. Tinha certeza de que nao encontraria o que estava procurando fora do meu quarto. Entao depois de passar no primeiro vestibular para conseguir o diploma do ensino medio fui inscrito em mais uns tres e resolvi nao fazer as provas. Consegui fazer a pensao alimenticia ser transferida para mim e com muito dinheiro consegui comprar um caminho fora da grande tortura que era viver. Sentia essa grande dor psicologica desde os dez anos quando meus pais se separaram.
Felizmente quando me aproximava dos trinta consegui fazer o meu manual de sobrevivencia extra-corporea. Dois anos depois a minha religiao. Pode parecer brincadeira mas essas duas coisas me deram um suporte tao solido que a vida passou a valer a pena.
Sempre serah possivel perder a paciencia, mas todas as formas criadas para conseguir uma concentraçao a trazem de volta sem muita dificuldade. A guitarra eletrica, as musicas e os jogos sempre me ajudaram muito. Os livros tambem, em menor intensidade. Tambem beber muita agua e comer muito alho alem de dormir sempre o maximo possivel.
sexta-feira, 16 de outubro de 2015
Viagem a Florianopolis
Me falaram que rolava de eu me encontrar com eles lah em Florianopolis.
Nao me falaram quando foram comprar a passagem de onibus. Estava claro que eles nao me queriam. Mas eu realmente ainda imaginava que poderiam ser meus amigos. Eu era muito inocente.
Falei ateh para um amigo sobre a viagem. Ateh o convidei para ir com a gente. Ele falou algo sobre conseguir uma passagem de aviao com outro amigo mas acabou nao indo.
Dei uma olhada pela internet nos onibus. Encontrei um que iria antes do onibus deles. Comprei uma passagem. Dormi a maior parte da viagem. Proximo ao meu lugar tinham umas tres garotas bem bonitas. Uma vez ateh conversamos sobre andarmos juntos, os dois grupos, pela cidade. Peguei o telefone de uma delas. Nao foi usado.
Cheguei em Florianopolis. Estava tudo escuro. O local aonde o onibus parou era bem iluminado. Fui ateh um local aonde poderia comer alguma coisa. Perguntei o que tinha. Depois perguntei o que ele recomendava. Aceitei a recomendaçao. Perguntei se teria algum lugar para guardar as minhas coisas. Ele apontou para outro rapaz que cuidava do guarda-volumes. Fiz a minha refeiçao, um sanduiche com ovo, e fui deixar os meus pertences em um local seguro por um preço camarada.
Perguntei ao carinha aonde poderia encontrar um taxi. Ele apontou para aonde estavam os taxistas. Fui ateh lah e perguntei aonde poderia encontrar uma moça que me deixaria feliz por algum dinheiro. Um deles se ofereceu para me levar. Deu varias voltas mas acabou chegando ao local. Pedi para me esperar. Combinamos o preço da espera. Logo depois de entrar encontrei uma bela garota. Ela me informou que eu teria que paga-la uma bebida para que pudessemos conversar. Aceitei pagar. Ela me disse como aconteciam as coisas por ali. Acho que por uns cem reais eu poderia leva-la ateh um quarto. Na epoca esse dinheiro valia quatro vezes mais. Nao havia trazido tanto. Falei para a menina que nao tinha o suficiente e se poderiamos apenas conversar. Ela concordou ateh que falou para eu dançar e eu nao quis.
Antes de ir embora ficamos sentados proximos a uma mesa. A mao dela foi ateh a minha coxa. Me senti muito bem com aquilo. Que gentil, deixei claro que nao pagaria pelo sexo e ainda transfere um pouco do calor de sua mao para a minha perna! Ela falou como sobre perdera a sua virgindade. Tinha sido com o professor de informatica. Foi uma historia interessante mas nao pude lembrar dela. Aquela mao na minha coxa jah tinha feito toda a minha viagem ter valido a pena.
Entao voltei para o taxi. O moço me levou ateh a estaçao de onibus. Ainda tinha muito tempo para matar. Resolvi ir ateh o posto de gasolina. Lah encontrei um guia turistico. Um bom rapaz. Ele falou sobre o Tribunal de Contas da Uniao depois que eu revelei que era de Brasilia. Tambem me perguntou se eu nao gostaria de cheirar um poh. Respondi que nunca havia experimentado mas que gostaria. Fomos caminhar pela cidade. Depois de sacar dez reais fomos ateh uma casa em cima de um morro. Lah ele chamou pelo Alambique, que nao respondeu. Resolvemos andar mais um pouco. Fomos ateh um predio aonde a tia dele morava. Falou que poderiamos dormir lah mas acabamos decidindo por ficar acordados. Fomos ateh um supermercado. Lah compramos uma coca e ateh demos um pouco para uma moça. Depois o cara me falou que era possivel que a moça ficasse mais intima com a gente. Por algum infortunio nao aconteceu.
O sol jah nascia. Fomos ateh outra estaçao de onibus. Parecia bem nova. Perto dessa estaçao existia um escritorio de Turismo da propria cidade. Fomos ateh lah pegar algumas informaçoes. Me disse que o mercado de ostras seria um otimo investimento. Mas eu falei que nao tinha dinheiro pra tanto.
Saimos do escritorio. Sentamos na praça. Conversamos sobre coisas que jah nao me lembro mais. Ele falou que iria trabalhar de guia turistico em um barco em breve. Me acompanhou ateh a estaçao estadual de onibus e foi embora. Fiquei sentado em uma cadeira de plastico ouvindo radio. Os amigos chegavam.
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Foi um momento caloroso. Zeley Mobilio sempre fora bem vocal, principalmente em reencontros. Fomos para uma outra estaçao de onibus, aquela que ficava perto do escritorio turistico da cidade. Tiramos uma bela foto. Acho que tinhamos um total de sete individuos no momento. Ainda faltavam dois para completar o grupo. Um deles era o dono da casa para a qual nos dirigiamos. Mario Leiro.
O conhecia antes mesmo de participar da mesma sala dos garotos do grupo dos bombeiros na quinta serie. Aquela sala tinha sido formada seis anos atras quando estavamos na quinta. O grupo soh possuia uns tres anos. Fomos responsaveis pela sua criaçao. O engraçado eh que o presidente nao iria participar da viagem. Ele era muito evangelico e jah sabia de nossos abusos com bebida. Um dia quando matavamos aula ele ateh bebeu vinho mas parece que se arrependeu de ter tocado tanto na sua atual namorada no mesmo dia. Todos respeitavamos a sua maneira de ser mesmo que nao concordassemos com essa forma de viver que parecia apenas um masoquismo sem precedentes comparaveis em nossas vidas.
Quando chegamos ao destino, Rio Vermelho, percebemos que a chave nao funcionava. Todos ficaram surpresos e acabamos por descobrir que a porta principal nao era a unica. A construçao ainda precisava de pintura mas jah mostrava como muita dedicaçao havia sido colocada em cada aspecto.
Depois que entramos colocamos os colchoes no chao da sala. Sabonetes e xampus em uma mesa perto do banheiro. Logo pensamos no que iriamos comer. Eu jah tinha muita experiencia lavando pratos e talheres em casa e falei sobre como deveriamos comprar detergente liquido. No mesmo instante começamos a anotar as despesas em um caderno. Resolvemos que iriamos tambem alugar um carro. Eu paguei a maior parte do aluguel como eu era o sujeito mais abastado naquele momento de nossas vidas. O De Leve ficou me devendo mais de cem reais e nunca pagou. Nao que eu me importe com isso. Apenas tenho memoria e depois de varias pequenas dividas aprendi a nao ajudar alguem se eu nao estiver disposto a me desfazer do dinheiro sem nenhuma expectativa de retorno.
A minha primeira grande experiencia com emprestimos foi no colegio militar. Possuia um caderninho e anotava todas as dividas. Quando atingi por volta de vinte nomes resolvi parar. Eram dividas minusculas ateh de centavos mas aquele teste me preparou muito bem para o futuro. Descobri depois que eu era muito mais respeitado por compartilhar balas do que por conceder dinheiro.
O carro foi entregue aonde estavamos localizados. Fomos ateh um supermercado. Compramos comida e produtos de limpeza. Depois fritamos ovos, colocamos em paes e tomamos leite com chocolate. O meu violao havia sido trazido pelo seu Tosta e infelizmente foi roubado quando o deixamos fora da casa por um breve momento. Ele se desculpou e eu respondi que nao importava. Antes do roubo conseguimos tocar algumas musicas no sofa da sala. Tiramos outra foto ali.
Encontramos um cachorro na sacada da casa. Tiramos outras fotos e demos a ele o nome de Brown. Era um animal bonito e acho que sua raça era Beagle. O cara mais descolado do grupo trouxera ervas medicinais. Todas as despesas foram anotadas e divididas no caderno. Nos programamos para a virada do ano na praia aonde o Marcuzinho dançou muito bem. Tambem resolvemos que iriamos para varias danceterias.
Encontramos uma moça que morava no andar de baixo da casa. Ela era bem legal e disse que poderiamos comer tudo o que tinha lah. Nao nos sentimos confortaveis o suficiente. Deixei algum dinheiro no armario da cozinha depois que pegamos alguns biscoitos.
Parece que enquanto estavamos no supermercado um de nos jah estava com tanta fome que resolveu ir ateh uma padaria proximo a casa. Ele tambem chamou uma das meninas que trabalhava lah para conhecer a casa aonde estavam e ela foi. Todos ficamos com muita inveja pois sabiamos que era o que queriamos fazer tambem.
Na virada do ano eu falei que nao queria ir. Eu jah gostava bastante de momentos solitarios. Me vesti com a minha melhor roupa e fiquei na casa observando como ela era bonita. Tambem pensei no que faria durante a viagem. Resolvi que estaria pronto para aventuras.
Um dos rapazes defecou em cima de jornais enquanto o banheiro estava ocupado. Tiramos outra bela foto.
No dia seguinte acho que chegou o senhor Mario Leiro. Ele me convidou para andar pela ilha. Achei uma otima ideia e saimos a peh. Andamos por varias estradas de areia. Conhecemos uma danceteria aonde iriamos depois. Conheci alguns de seus parentes que moravam por ali. Mergulhamos no mar com o que parecia ser um primo seu. Foi bem divertido.
A noite fomos para aquela danceteria. Fui informado que deveria esconder um maço de cigarros nas calças e fiz como o planejado. Um segurança me revistou, pegou o maço, olhou dentro dele e depois me deixou entrar. Eu achei muito estranho e depois percebi que eu era apenas uma isca. Senti alguma vontade de nao entrar para dançar. Depois me falaram de como dividiram os homens e as mulheres para dois lados e entao deixaram todos se misturarem. Nao achei muito interessante.
Quando todos entraram na boate fui caminhar pela cidade. Parei em um ponto de onibus aonde um homem sentou e me pediu um cigarro com um gesto manual. Nao trocamos uma unica palavra, fumamos, e entao me levantei para continuar andando. Passei por um morro no meio da escuridao. Fiquei com medo de ser atropelado mas todos os carros usavam luz alta e eu tentava ficar bem longe da pista. Acabei chegando na estaçao de onibus que ficava perto daquele escritorio turistico mais uma vez. O dia jah amanhecia. Resolvi entrar em um onibus que iria ateh o Rio Vermelho. Parei por lah e consegui encontrar a casa. Lembrei que nao tinha a chave. Encontrei uma entrada pela janela.
Em outro dia fomos para outra danceteria. Tomamos umas caipirinhas antes. Dessa vez resolvi entrar. Haviam varias salas com musicas diferentes mas nao me interessei pela festa. Sai do local e fui ateh uma loja que vendia tempo em computadores conectados a rede mundial. Usei uma webcam pela primeira vez e salvei as fotos no meu correio eletronico.
Outra danceteria. Nessa haviam muitas garotas que falavam espanhol. Resolvi sentar ao lado de uma que se encolhia na parede e tentei falar na lingua dela como a massagem reflexologica era boa para o corpo. Quando comecei a conversa ela falou como todas as outras "no comprendo". Continuei a falar e parece que ela nao se importou. Peguei suas maos e falei o que sabia sobre os beneficios da pressao nos dedos e na palma da mao. Depois me despedi e fui embora quando os amigos me chamaram.
Eles encontraram outras meninas que falavam espanhol. Todos nos encontramos na praia depois. Eu, como sempre, fui caminhar. Encontrei um vendedor de incenso. Parecia que tinha uma vida sofrida mas interessante. Depois da praia fomos comprar artesanato. Quase esqueci que bebemos muita cerveja todos os dias e ateh enquanto estavamos pela praia com nossos oculos escuros. Tiramos varias fotos.
Tambem andei pela praia de nudismo. Estava de sunga e com muita vergonha mas queria perde-la. Apenas caminhei de uma ponta a outra sempre olhando para a frente. Considerei aquilo um grande feito.
Muitas meninas que falavam espanhol terminavam as conversas falando a palavra boludo. Parece que era comum os garotos brasileiros tentarem conversar com elas. Comemos pizza proximo a uma boate alternativa uma vez. Nessa danceteria bebi muito e sorri quando um rapaz passou a mao na minha bunda. Confesso que nao me lembro de ter sorrido nem de ter recebido uma mao na bunda. Talvez tenha sido algum pagamento por ter colocado a minha mao nas nadegas de uma menina em uma festa da quinta serie. Ela queria me dar um tapa quando veio conversar comigo depois no colegio mas resolveu que nao era necessario. Se ela desse o tapa eu nao poderia fazer nada pois sabia que era merecido.
A viagem de volta foi apenas um grande descanso. Um tempo depois viajamos para Caldas Novas com o presidente do grupo e ateh com o senhor Pocotoh.
Nao me falaram quando foram comprar a passagem de onibus. Estava claro que eles nao me queriam. Mas eu realmente ainda imaginava que poderiam ser meus amigos. Eu era muito inocente.
Falei ateh para um amigo sobre a viagem. Ateh o convidei para ir com a gente. Ele falou algo sobre conseguir uma passagem de aviao com outro amigo mas acabou nao indo.
Dei uma olhada pela internet nos onibus. Encontrei um que iria antes do onibus deles. Comprei uma passagem. Dormi a maior parte da viagem. Proximo ao meu lugar tinham umas tres garotas bem bonitas. Uma vez ateh conversamos sobre andarmos juntos, os dois grupos, pela cidade. Peguei o telefone de uma delas. Nao foi usado.
Cheguei em Florianopolis. Estava tudo escuro. O local aonde o onibus parou era bem iluminado. Fui ateh um local aonde poderia comer alguma coisa. Perguntei o que tinha. Depois perguntei o que ele recomendava. Aceitei a recomendaçao. Perguntei se teria algum lugar para guardar as minhas coisas. Ele apontou para outro rapaz que cuidava do guarda-volumes. Fiz a minha refeiçao, um sanduiche com ovo, e fui deixar os meus pertences em um local seguro por um preço camarada.
Perguntei ao carinha aonde poderia encontrar um taxi. Ele apontou para aonde estavam os taxistas. Fui ateh lah e perguntei aonde poderia encontrar uma moça que me deixaria feliz por algum dinheiro. Um deles se ofereceu para me levar. Deu varias voltas mas acabou chegando ao local. Pedi para me esperar. Combinamos o preço da espera. Logo depois de entrar encontrei uma bela garota. Ela me informou que eu teria que paga-la uma bebida para que pudessemos conversar. Aceitei pagar. Ela me disse como aconteciam as coisas por ali. Acho que por uns cem reais eu poderia leva-la ateh um quarto. Na epoca esse dinheiro valia quatro vezes mais. Nao havia trazido tanto. Falei para a menina que nao tinha o suficiente e se poderiamos apenas conversar. Ela concordou ateh que falou para eu dançar e eu nao quis.
Antes de ir embora ficamos sentados proximos a uma mesa. A mao dela foi ateh a minha coxa. Me senti muito bem com aquilo. Que gentil, deixei claro que nao pagaria pelo sexo e ainda transfere um pouco do calor de sua mao para a minha perna! Ela falou como sobre perdera a sua virgindade. Tinha sido com o professor de informatica. Foi uma historia interessante mas nao pude lembrar dela. Aquela mao na minha coxa jah tinha feito toda a minha viagem ter valido a pena.
Entao voltei para o taxi. O moço me levou ateh a estaçao de onibus. Ainda tinha muito tempo para matar. Resolvi ir ateh o posto de gasolina. Lah encontrei um guia turistico. Um bom rapaz. Ele falou sobre o Tribunal de Contas da Uniao depois que eu revelei que era de Brasilia. Tambem me perguntou se eu nao gostaria de cheirar um poh. Respondi que nunca havia experimentado mas que gostaria. Fomos caminhar pela cidade. Depois de sacar dez reais fomos ateh uma casa em cima de um morro. Lah ele chamou pelo Alambique, que nao respondeu. Resolvemos andar mais um pouco. Fomos ateh um predio aonde a tia dele morava. Falou que poderiamos dormir lah mas acabamos decidindo por ficar acordados. Fomos ateh um supermercado. Lah compramos uma coca e ateh demos um pouco para uma moça. Depois o cara me falou que era possivel que a moça ficasse mais intima com a gente. Por algum infortunio nao aconteceu.
O sol jah nascia. Fomos ateh outra estaçao de onibus. Parecia bem nova. Perto dessa estaçao existia um escritorio de Turismo da propria cidade. Fomos ateh lah pegar algumas informaçoes. Me disse que o mercado de ostras seria um otimo investimento. Mas eu falei que nao tinha dinheiro pra tanto.
Saimos do escritorio. Sentamos na praça. Conversamos sobre coisas que jah nao me lembro mais. Ele falou que iria trabalhar de guia turistico em um barco em breve. Me acompanhou ateh a estaçao estadual de onibus e foi embora. Fiquei sentado em uma cadeira de plastico ouvindo radio. Os amigos chegavam.
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Foi um momento caloroso. Zeley Mobilio sempre fora bem vocal, principalmente em reencontros. Fomos para uma outra estaçao de onibus, aquela que ficava perto do escritorio turistico da cidade. Tiramos uma bela foto. Acho que tinhamos um total de sete individuos no momento. Ainda faltavam dois para completar o grupo. Um deles era o dono da casa para a qual nos dirigiamos. Mario Leiro.
O conhecia antes mesmo de participar da mesma sala dos garotos do grupo dos bombeiros na quinta serie. Aquela sala tinha sido formada seis anos atras quando estavamos na quinta. O grupo soh possuia uns tres anos. Fomos responsaveis pela sua criaçao. O engraçado eh que o presidente nao iria participar da viagem. Ele era muito evangelico e jah sabia de nossos abusos com bebida. Um dia quando matavamos aula ele ateh bebeu vinho mas parece que se arrependeu de ter tocado tanto na sua atual namorada no mesmo dia. Todos respeitavamos a sua maneira de ser mesmo que nao concordassemos com essa forma de viver que parecia apenas um masoquismo sem precedentes comparaveis em nossas vidas.
Quando chegamos ao destino, Rio Vermelho, percebemos que a chave nao funcionava. Todos ficaram surpresos e acabamos por descobrir que a porta principal nao era a unica. A construçao ainda precisava de pintura mas jah mostrava como muita dedicaçao havia sido colocada em cada aspecto.
Depois que entramos colocamos os colchoes no chao da sala. Sabonetes e xampus em uma mesa perto do banheiro. Logo pensamos no que iriamos comer. Eu jah tinha muita experiencia lavando pratos e talheres em casa e falei sobre como deveriamos comprar detergente liquido. No mesmo instante começamos a anotar as despesas em um caderno. Resolvemos que iriamos tambem alugar um carro. Eu paguei a maior parte do aluguel como eu era o sujeito mais abastado naquele momento de nossas vidas. O De Leve ficou me devendo mais de cem reais e nunca pagou. Nao que eu me importe com isso. Apenas tenho memoria e depois de varias pequenas dividas aprendi a nao ajudar alguem se eu nao estiver disposto a me desfazer do dinheiro sem nenhuma expectativa de retorno.
A minha primeira grande experiencia com emprestimos foi no colegio militar. Possuia um caderninho e anotava todas as dividas. Quando atingi por volta de vinte nomes resolvi parar. Eram dividas minusculas ateh de centavos mas aquele teste me preparou muito bem para o futuro. Descobri depois que eu era muito mais respeitado por compartilhar balas do que por conceder dinheiro.
O carro foi entregue aonde estavamos localizados. Fomos ateh um supermercado. Compramos comida e produtos de limpeza. Depois fritamos ovos, colocamos em paes e tomamos leite com chocolate. O meu violao havia sido trazido pelo seu Tosta e infelizmente foi roubado quando o deixamos fora da casa por um breve momento. Ele se desculpou e eu respondi que nao importava. Antes do roubo conseguimos tocar algumas musicas no sofa da sala. Tiramos outra foto ali.
Encontramos um cachorro na sacada da casa. Tiramos outras fotos e demos a ele o nome de Brown. Era um animal bonito e acho que sua raça era Beagle. O cara mais descolado do grupo trouxera ervas medicinais. Todas as despesas foram anotadas e divididas no caderno. Nos programamos para a virada do ano na praia aonde o Marcuzinho dançou muito bem. Tambem resolvemos que iriamos para varias danceterias.
Encontramos uma moça que morava no andar de baixo da casa. Ela era bem legal e disse que poderiamos comer tudo o que tinha lah. Nao nos sentimos confortaveis o suficiente. Deixei algum dinheiro no armario da cozinha depois que pegamos alguns biscoitos.
Parece que enquanto estavamos no supermercado um de nos jah estava com tanta fome que resolveu ir ateh uma padaria proximo a casa. Ele tambem chamou uma das meninas que trabalhava lah para conhecer a casa aonde estavam e ela foi. Todos ficamos com muita inveja pois sabiamos que era o que queriamos fazer tambem.
Na virada do ano eu falei que nao queria ir. Eu jah gostava bastante de momentos solitarios. Me vesti com a minha melhor roupa e fiquei na casa observando como ela era bonita. Tambem pensei no que faria durante a viagem. Resolvi que estaria pronto para aventuras.
Um dos rapazes defecou em cima de jornais enquanto o banheiro estava ocupado. Tiramos outra bela foto.
No dia seguinte acho que chegou o senhor Mario Leiro. Ele me convidou para andar pela ilha. Achei uma otima ideia e saimos a peh. Andamos por varias estradas de areia. Conhecemos uma danceteria aonde iriamos depois. Conheci alguns de seus parentes que moravam por ali. Mergulhamos no mar com o que parecia ser um primo seu. Foi bem divertido.
A noite fomos para aquela danceteria. Fui informado que deveria esconder um maço de cigarros nas calças e fiz como o planejado. Um segurança me revistou, pegou o maço, olhou dentro dele e depois me deixou entrar. Eu achei muito estranho e depois percebi que eu era apenas uma isca. Senti alguma vontade de nao entrar para dançar. Depois me falaram de como dividiram os homens e as mulheres para dois lados e entao deixaram todos se misturarem. Nao achei muito interessante.
Quando todos entraram na boate fui caminhar pela cidade. Parei em um ponto de onibus aonde um homem sentou e me pediu um cigarro com um gesto manual. Nao trocamos uma unica palavra, fumamos, e entao me levantei para continuar andando. Passei por um morro no meio da escuridao. Fiquei com medo de ser atropelado mas todos os carros usavam luz alta e eu tentava ficar bem longe da pista. Acabei chegando na estaçao de onibus que ficava perto daquele escritorio turistico mais uma vez. O dia jah amanhecia. Resolvi entrar em um onibus que iria ateh o Rio Vermelho. Parei por lah e consegui encontrar a casa. Lembrei que nao tinha a chave. Encontrei uma entrada pela janela.
Em outro dia fomos para outra danceteria. Tomamos umas caipirinhas antes. Dessa vez resolvi entrar. Haviam varias salas com musicas diferentes mas nao me interessei pela festa. Sai do local e fui ateh uma loja que vendia tempo em computadores conectados a rede mundial. Usei uma webcam pela primeira vez e salvei as fotos no meu correio eletronico.
Outra danceteria. Nessa haviam muitas garotas que falavam espanhol. Resolvi sentar ao lado de uma que se encolhia na parede e tentei falar na lingua dela como a massagem reflexologica era boa para o corpo. Quando comecei a conversa ela falou como todas as outras "no comprendo". Continuei a falar e parece que ela nao se importou. Peguei suas maos e falei o que sabia sobre os beneficios da pressao nos dedos e na palma da mao. Depois me despedi e fui embora quando os amigos me chamaram.
Eles encontraram outras meninas que falavam espanhol. Todos nos encontramos na praia depois. Eu, como sempre, fui caminhar. Encontrei um vendedor de incenso. Parecia que tinha uma vida sofrida mas interessante. Depois da praia fomos comprar artesanato. Quase esqueci que bebemos muita cerveja todos os dias e ateh enquanto estavamos pela praia com nossos oculos escuros. Tiramos varias fotos.
Tambem andei pela praia de nudismo. Estava de sunga e com muita vergonha mas queria perde-la. Apenas caminhei de uma ponta a outra sempre olhando para a frente. Considerei aquilo um grande feito.
Muitas meninas que falavam espanhol terminavam as conversas falando a palavra boludo. Parece que era comum os garotos brasileiros tentarem conversar com elas. Comemos pizza proximo a uma boate alternativa uma vez. Nessa danceteria bebi muito e sorri quando um rapaz passou a mao na minha bunda. Confesso que nao me lembro de ter sorrido nem de ter recebido uma mao na bunda. Talvez tenha sido algum pagamento por ter colocado a minha mao nas nadegas de uma menina em uma festa da quinta serie. Ela queria me dar um tapa quando veio conversar comigo depois no colegio mas resolveu que nao era necessario. Se ela desse o tapa eu nao poderia fazer nada pois sabia que era merecido.
A viagem de volta foi apenas um grande descanso. Um tempo depois viajamos para Caldas Novas com o presidente do grupo e ateh com o senhor Pocotoh.
quinta-feira, 15 de outubro de 2015
AnImoL's Life on a Single Page
May the words here assist someone, if not in a good way,
at least to make them know how it is not supposed to be done.
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It was in 1993 when things started to look bad between my parents.
I wanted to die(and this desire was strong inside of me until
I was able to be independent in the physical and also in the
imaterial world after 2013).
Having video games relieved only a small part of my pain.
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Having a friend named Mr. Watch. Old home.
Passing from one window to the other.
Playing MSX games.
Losing my father. Crying so much about being given
so much responsability while on fifth grade.
Deciding not to care about anything ever again.
Having two friends. Mayo and JJ.
Deciding to stay with JJ after a verbal fight.
JJ goes to another school while I am on eight grade.
When I enter high school I find Mr. Asian.
Then Bouncer. With him I get to know the holy herb.
It was lunch time. We could leave the military school.
We hanged out around his place. There was more people with us.
His friend warned me not to change how I talked with my parents.
I did not have a father anymore and the woman that was left
only cared about her own interests. But I did not tell them that.
For some strange reason it was the happiest moment in my life.
Right after we started walking back to school...
I felt the need to smile. But I thought that it was kinda silly.
So I just hid my feelings like I always did.
One day I told him that I had a bottle in my living room.
We skipped school some other day to drink.
I just took it. It was like being alive for the first time.
I could tell Bouncer that I was feeling my blood inside of my veins.
I was not sure if he could understand how a child could be
so perceptive.
One day I started to talk to them about the third eye of the mind.
They did not seem to understand a word.
One day we were walking after smoking in a safe place.
I was going to faint. My backpack was so heavy.
All I could do was put my arms over my friends necks.
One to each side.
They sat me down. One of them bought some candy.
I ate it. For some reason it worked.
Bouncer was scared about what could happen to me if
I was to be around after we used the herb.
He did not want to be my friend anymore.
I was feeling lonely again, but this time with hope.
It was possible to be happy in life. It was possible to live.
I started doing some cool stuff. Brought lighters to class.
Some aerosol alcohol-based deodorant spray.
My colleagues loved it. They set trash on fire outside of school.
At night.
I was invited to join the Firefighters club by the President.
He was the President. I felt so honored.
They were all people from my fifth grade classroom.
What luck. We had so much fun together in the years to come.
My uncle was storing dozens of alcohol bottles inside of my
apartment. I say my apartment because my father left it to
me and my two older brothers. He was mom's brother.
The name of the brand was Pincaju.
I started smuggling little bottles to school.
Teacher. But Teacher was not really a teacher. He just acted like a teacher and really enjoyed them bottles.
Around this time I started entering the world wide web.
After connecting to a BBS here and there with a 14kbps modem.
Got some porn. Games. Chatted with the administrator of
Brazuca BBS once.
TBA Internet. One of the older brothers got a login at school.
At the beginning all we did was connect to join IRC channels.
There was a channel for our school. The three of us attended to
the same.
Zeley Mobile was public relations along with Teacher.
Gogo Five and I took care of treasury.
The Vice President was the vice president.
Wooden stick fights near the TV Tower after reading a story
from some norwegian musician and offering the practice to Teacher.
It was very fun to meet before entering school. Before 6 am.
Changing clothes in public bathrooms.
We called the meeting spots batlocals.
One day I just wanted to see how their classes were at
some preparing school for the three year tests that
allowed students to skip the original admission tests
that the University of Brasilia had.
It was some brand new way of entering university.
I talked about those classes at home.
My friends had a big surprise when my name was called
while I was attending to my first class without
ever registering for them. I also did not expect that.
Drinking wine while skipping school on high school's last year.
Dreaming about actually having a girlfriend at the same time.
Soon realising that it was going to be impossible and
deciding to live a solitary life.
Going to Ms. Che Rube's home. Meeting Long Hair and she was a girl. Almost sleeping in the
same room as her once. I was a male so I did not care about
accepting the joke solution of sleeping in her closet then
being kicked out of her home.
They called me strange. I felt so honored to having any label
by someone so beautiful. At least I was noticed.
Getting a high school degree. Deciding to stay in my bedroom
until I found out a way to free myself from the pain
of being alone and desiring a father or a friend
to respect and show my honor to.
My high school friends where studying at some place called bIlal.
Having the first kiss. Remembering myself about it everyday.
About how warm her tongue was inside of my mouth.
And how I enjoyed feeling hers with my own.
Teacher was around. He was a veteran already.
Not anything like the boy that cried to drag Frenchie the Girl's attention
below a building while we skipped classes that were supposed
to prepare us for the three year tests that would
allow entrance to the University of Brasilia.
Writing a letter of about thirty lines to the girl.
Saving a copy for myself to never forget about that moment.
Delivering it on my bike to the guy that took care of
her building's entrance.
Reading some books to try to overcome her lack of interest.
Watching a guy with bleached hair having so much success
with an extremely beautiful girl because he was a musician.
Asking for an electric guitar. Starting to play it.
Meeting Ninja. A guy that represented a lot
of what I wanted to be in the future. He had ten years more
than I did. Ten years have passed since we first met.
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A trip to Florianopolis with high school friends.
They were already studying Economics in the University of Brasilia.
Zeley Mobile was studying to be a veterinarian.
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Second kiss. It was not that important anymore.
I have traveled to Itajai to meet Ms. Saints. She had blue eyes,
I think. She was quite beautiful. I enjoyed a lot
talking to her. After coming back home and calling her fat
she just said that I died to her. It was fine.
It was not going to work out.
It was my first trip alone. The guy that sat next to me was
from Rio. A very interesting man.
The bus was not going to enter the city.
I was in complete darkness. Saw some lights in the horizon.
Ran towards them. Hit some concrete block in the middle of the road.
I fell. But I had some ninja senses and did not get hurt.
Used a public payphone. Called Ms. Saints. I told her that I was going
to find the hotel where my reservation was made.
The guy inside of the hotel did not want to allow me inside.
I walked around the city. Found some taxis.
Hit his window. He woke up.
Told him that I wanted a cheap place to stay at.
He did a good job.
While inside of this hotel I wrote so many things
that I felt like discovering the secret to turn any metal
into gold.
I went to some lan house and played a first person shooter.
Ms. Saints showed me something that looked like a professional
music training session. It was quite interesting.
I then called the same taxi driver.
Mr. Pole was very kind and did a great job.
On my way back the neighbor inside of the bus was some sort of hippie.
He talked about how Brasil had cheap old technology.
About his third level degree. It was about physical fitness.
Before going to Itajai Ms. Saints was very jealous of Fields.
She kissed Teacher first. Then me. She had more experience
than both of us. She spoke french and lived in Sao Paulo
before coming to Brasilia.
I invited Fields to run at the Water Eyes Park.
She was curious to see how I progressed.
She was not impressed.
A trip to Pirenopolis. There I forgot where we were staying at.
I sat on some stone staircase. A girl sat beside me.
No words were spoken. It was a cool moment.
She then left.
I tried to call Vice President's father from a public payphone.
He gave me some information.
But I was too shy to tell him that I was lost.
Morning came.
I then decided to attend to a church meeting. Evangelic church.
It was sunday. I was the only guy inside.
The preacher showed up. Made his speech. It was interesting.
I had money to get back home. So I asked someone
about the nearest bus stop.
My friends gave me my backpack after we met in Brasilia once again.
Meeting CG in some spaceships game online.
She was a natural blonde.
She wanted to sell her electric guitar in order to pay
for my trip to her city. I knew that it was not worth it.
So I said no.
Long Hair later left a comment on my blog. Maybe she did not
forgive herself for leaving it. "of killing".
She was in London.
It was after my text that said "Happy Happy Joy Joy"
with a picture of a first person shooter game.
Two words were the only thing necessary for me to never
forget about her.
She was one of the most beautiful girls even on high school
when she still had some extra weight. I also did.
After some messages exchanged via email she knew that I was
very curious about her trip to Europe.
Mr. Angst invited me to some car trips around the city.
It was pretty fun. My old friends from the Firefighter's club
had decided to abandon me.
One day Ms. Zeni from school invited me to her birthday party.
There I met Mr. Asian again. And Mr. Bluemagician. His father
killed his mother with a gun then killed himself while we
were on high school. He took everything like a grown man.
Then he took a plane to Australia.
At that same party I met Ms. Axe. She was pretty cute.
Ms. Zeni knew that I was interested in her and arranged some
meetings.
One day Ms. Zeni needed a place to house her friend from
Sao Paulo. Chainbreaker was a niilist. He slept here for some days
and gave me a great book about atheism. I have learned so much
from this book that mom just took it someday and pretended that
it never existed.
It was like finally having the strongest chain that kept
my own thoughts from appearing inside of my brain, broken.
I knew that it was related to the friend that
was ten years older than me. People did not like him.
But I knew that he had skills that I would never stop
trying to mimic.
A trip to the northeast.
I took the wheel a lot of times. Had my license.
Three great months of fun.
There I met family members and Albino Girl.
It seemed that she was the whitest girl in town.
Almost albino. After having some protected fun inside of
mom's car I invited her to my place a couple of times
but she did not want to come. So I decided to end
our relationship by phone.
Had good times with my cousin Frog Killer. Also with Joseph.
Great people.
There I let Frog Killer drive. Joseph park the car.
I knew what I was doing.
Some old guy died while I was there.
He never wanted to talk to me, so I could not care less about him.
Maybe he could not talk. He was very scared.
If it is possible to save him somehow after his death...
May the Subspacian religion assist him into achieving
eternal life in the best possible way.
Drank a lot of water filled with mosquitoes eggs.
Maybe I experienced dengue.
Had my first bathtub bath.
My room had an air conditioner.
Coming back to Brasilia. Meeting Frenchie. This time she asked for
unprotected sex. I was very honored but had to say
"I am not doing this for you or myself, I am doing this to both
of us."(so we dont get any disease, and... early children) and used the condom.
Meeting Yellow Girl online. She just sent me a message out of nowhere
in an old social networking site.
She was a natural blonde.
We decided to meet at a bar. A funny guy asked me for money
while I was walking near a parking lot.
I gave him two brazilian reals. He just said
"but this is a bill!". That was a cool individual.
I was drinking some white wine when Yellow Girl showed up.
She was more beautiful than in the photos.
We talked about so many things.
Then I took her hand and did a massage.
There was no turning back.
We walked down the street until we found a bench.
It was a great kiss. We did that many times.
She was living in an apartment near her job. She was a secretary.
There was another girl living with her. She worked with mom.
What a surprise. This girl also told mom about my behaviour.
How I talked about inserting the cane into a woman,
right after her words about some gospel music.
It was so damn funny. But that led to the end of my relationship
with Yellow Girl.
There were also two brothers living in the same apartment.
The four of them were from the same city. Little Brasilia.
What a nice name for a city. I had never heard of it before.
Yellow Girl invited me to build a church along with some Bapthists
from the United States. I felt so honored.
She showed me to her aunt first. This aunt was a hairdresser.
I was accepted.
The southern americans were nice people. Always talking about God.
One of them was in Europe during World War II. How interesting.
After translating that a guy working on a bench did not have time
to care about his toe wound I told them that brazilians were
lazy people. The girl just said that it was cultural and I
agreed.
Father Ninja Turtle gave me a nice speech about how you must trust God
without having any physics knowledge and sitting on a chair
knowing that it would support the weight. It was inspiring.
But it may also be the fact that when you do not have any
body balance skill your brain adjusts itself to receive some
unknown signal and move your muscles in a way that will not
make anything break.
Yellow Girl's mother was black! What a surprise.
I invited one of the brothers living in that apartment to
practice some skating. It was fun.
I also tried to teach Yellow Girl how to drive a car inside of
the military school's parking lot. She did well.
One day Yellow Girl's friend came to Brasilia. She was an actress.
I dragged her to the University of Brasilia, where
my old friends studied. But they were already avoiding me.
It was cool anyway. We also watched a movie about love
in one of the two brother's friend apartment.
He was an english teacher.
Meeting Ms. Zeni and Axe. I told Long Hair to show up at the same day.
I just wanted to see how things were going to work out.
Chainbreaker was also present. I have never talked so much
around other people before.
Ms. Zeni slaps me on the face in front of everyone.
I guess that I was mocking her lack of courage too much.
It was fun. She later became a zen girl.
Chainbreaker and Ms. Zeni vanished.
I bought a rose for Axe and told her that men were like dogs.
She got the message.
Long Hair showed up trying to dance on an arcade machine.
Her perfume was stronger than a mermaid's voice, but I
was ready for it.
We went to a karaoke bar by Long Hair's suggestion.
Hideout was the name.
She showed some of her vocal skills.
I had none but tried to impress everyone singing a song
that I have never heard before and creating new
sound patterns, my guess, above the lyrics.
Axe was trying to have fun. She was a beginner.
Then I was sure that she did not want to see me anymore.
Neither did Long Hair. I have the skill of pretending to be
much more than what I actually am before a real meeting.
I was learning to drink. The trip to the northeast was
not one hundred percent great. Mom was cheating on her
current boyfriend. Her lover was in our car when we
traveled there. Her boyfriend asked me about this
and I thought that the right thing to do was
to tell him the truth. Even though I hated the man I would
not enjoy being in such a situation.
Her lover worked in the government's health section.
He gave her lots of strong drugs.
She put them into my food.
I was drinking so much at the time.
Visited my friends at Vice President's home.
Things were a little out of control.
I was a little desperate.
I paid a visit to my father at his workplace.
I do not think that he had any idea of what was going on
or how to assist me at it.
I sent him an email after I found some papers about mom's
vengeance. I was so drugged that it was impossible to
know what they meant. But I knew it was something bad.
It was useless to try to fight. All I could do was wait
for the worse.
The middle brother showed how much he hated me.
So did mom and her lover.
They tried to put me away for good.
It was obvious that nothing was wrong with me.
In two weeks I was out of that druggie's house.
I am sure that my friends got some calls from mom.
None of them told me anything.
I was left alone in my bedroom. Trying to reach some sort of
transcendence. A way to have a good memory.
A way to never let my guard down again.
I was forced to get my third level degree.
The name of the course was Digital Gaming.
Nothing was worth listening to or reading.
Two teachers were quite good.
An asian dude and a guy that knew a lot about networking.
I have lost around six years of my life in that prison.
I do not know who paid for it.
I was first place in the admission tests.
I was able to avoid getting the actual diploma.
I was also forced to work.
The pay was two hundred brazilian reals a month.
At least I was allowed to keep that money.
The owner of the computer store had a debt with mom.
She assisted him when he needed someone to back him up
while he was buying or renting some real state.
I was able to create an Extracorporeal Manual.
Then I worked at some meat store.
We had to prepare the books to deliver them on bus stops, for free.
I was paid around ten brazilian reals a day.
It was quite interesting.
I had a great idea of renting a room inside of my apartment.
The middle brother wanted one hundred percent of the money obtained.
I basically told him to go fuck himself.
He was already so rich that it was a clear bully move.
A friend from high school found me by accident on a game and we had
a nice meeting. Brazil's President was on television that day.
Mr. Hairs. He was at Mr. Angst's place at the moment.
Mr. Angst said that he wanted to eat something and left.
I guess that it was because he owed me twenty brazilian reals.
The only friend from high school to ever try to contact me shows up
on another social network. He wanted to convert me to his church.
It was fun. I even took a bus with him to a place where whoever
slept was going to wake up chained to Jesus. I was not able to
rest that night. On the second day some preacher was babbling
so much nonsense that I had to talk back to him.
Some people knew what I was talking about. I was just showing
everyone that his words were false.
Then I got up from my chair and left.
I hope that Mr. Pimbola did not have a big deception.
I did visit that church again to give them some money.
The Subspacian religion was created and that church gave us
the initial protection and information that I needed to
make my own.
I showed the piece of paper to Mr. Pimbola.
I am sure that he did not understand half of it.
One day he invited his cousin to come to the church with us.
He rode motorcycles until an accident made he lose all
movement on his right arm.
This was a sign. I knew I had to give that church some money.
Ten percent of my earnings that year went to them.
On december of the same year my older brother shows up in our
apartment. He tells me that he wants to take me to a mental
institution. I was totally cornered.
His wife, our cousin, is quite evil as well.
I pretend to accept my fate.
I walk into my room. Lock my door. I knew that it was impossible
to lose my only possession in the whole world. My home.
I try to stay silent. He starts knocking at the door.
I kick it with all my strength. It stops him for a couple of seconds.
He starts knocking again. It was the last information I needed to
know that it was the end. I open the window with the most force
that I have ever applied to it in my life.
I put my right foot on the wall. I mentally ask the only
individual that I had any trust on if I really have to do it.
Yes seems to be the right answer. I jump.
After my body had no more connection with the building everything
went black. No sounds. No feelings. No pain. Everything was gone.
Maybe I was going to rest. Maybe I was not going to have to
avoid talking to my older brothers and listen to evil words anymore.
Maybe my mother was not going to be able to terrorize me ever again.
I wake up in an ambulance. I can still breathe. I can still blink.
I keep blinking twice like in my Extracorporeal Manual.
I have always promised myself that if I was ever to lose any movement
in my body, I would rather die. For some reason that thought
did not even cross my mind. I was just feeling the sensations
that I had when I was watching the presentation of the game
that Mr. Epic gifted me a couple of days before.
I sleep again. I wake up on some hospital bed.
I can move my body. All I can think about is some zombie
infestation program that I made sometime before this happened.
I try to untie my arms from the bed. I free my right arm.
Some nurse comes by and ties it up one more time.
I am transferred to another place. After the bed starts moving
I black out.
I sleep for so many days. My breathing is messed up.
It does not matter. I can only think about fleeing from all
the terror. Even inside of my brain they show up.
I never feel any pain.
Mom finally shows up. It's a private hospital this time.
Maybe she mentally accepted to leave me alone.
Lots of nurses. Doctors. Everyday. Exams.
One of them catches my attention. He calls me by my name and surname.
He has tattoos on his arms. I can feel that he is a nice guy.
He brings me a picture of a great guitarrist.
This man knows what he is doing.
My uncle visits me with my female cousin. I remember mentally
talking to them before the inevitable accident.
I can not tell them about it. They show their respect and leave.
The older brothers have the courage to show up.
They do not talk about their plan.
It is obvious that they want to sell the apartment.
I still do not get what makes people with so much still want more.
A situation that I have also seen before the accident shows up.
A distant relative takes me for a walk on the sun.
This psychologist is from my family. She is a good girl.
A doctor shows up after I mentally agree with giving him a lot
of money someday.
I try to talk to him in symbols.
The game of the eleven. I mean eleven thousand brazilian reals.
He seems to agree. He shows me his son the day after.
He saves my right arm.
I stay at mom's boyfriend's place for a year. The same guy
that was cheated on.
They decide to give me a chance to go back to my apartment.
The middle brother has the courage to show up, once.
Maybe he just wanted a good laugh.
Creating my own religion. The point is not to make people
interested in it. It is about teaching people to
take care of themselves. While inside of both worlds.
at least to make them know how it is not supposed to be done.
-----
It was in 1993 when things started to look bad between my parents.
I wanted to die(and this desire was strong inside of me until
I was able to be independent in the physical and also in the
imaterial world after 2013).
Having video games relieved only a small part of my pain.
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Having a friend named Mr. Watch. Old home.
Passing from one window to the other.
Playing MSX games.
Losing my father. Crying so much about being given
so much responsability while on fifth grade.
Deciding not to care about anything ever again.
Having two friends. Mayo and JJ.
Deciding to stay with JJ after a verbal fight.
JJ goes to another school while I am on eight grade.
When I enter high school I find Mr. Asian.
Then Bouncer. With him I get to know the holy herb.
It was lunch time. We could leave the military school.
We hanged out around his place. There was more people with us.
His friend warned me not to change how I talked with my parents.
I did not have a father anymore and the woman that was left
only cared about her own interests. But I did not tell them that.
For some strange reason it was the happiest moment in my life.
Right after we started walking back to school...
I felt the need to smile. But I thought that it was kinda silly.
So I just hid my feelings like I always did.
One day I told him that I had a bottle in my living room.
We skipped school some other day to drink.
I just took it. It was like being alive for the first time.
I could tell Bouncer that I was feeling my blood inside of my veins.
I was not sure if he could understand how a child could be
so perceptive.
One day I started to talk to them about the third eye of the mind.
They did not seem to understand a word.
One day we were walking after smoking in a safe place.
I was going to faint. My backpack was so heavy.
All I could do was put my arms over my friends necks.
One to each side.
They sat me down. One of them bought some candy.
I ate it. For some reason it worked.
Bouncer was scared about what could happen to me if
I was to be around after we used the herb.
He did not want to be my friend anymore.
I was feeling lonely again, but this time with hope.
It was possible to be happy in life. It was possible to live.
I started doing some cool stuff. Brought lighters to class.
Some aerosol alcohol-based deodorant spray.
My colleagues loved it. They set trash on fire outside of school.
At night.
I was invited to join the Firefighters club by the President.
He was the President. I felt so honored.
They were all people from my fifth grade classroom.
What luck. We had so much fun together in the years to come.
My uncle was storing dozens of alcohol bottles inside of my
apartment. I say my apartment because my father left it to
me and my two older brothers. He was mom's brother.
The name of the brand was Pincaju.
I started smuggling little bottles to school.
Teacher. But Teacher was not really a teacher. He just acted like a teacher and really enjoyed them bottles.
Around this time I started entering the world wide web.
After connecting to a BBS here and there with a 14kbps modem.
Got some porn. Games. Chatted with the administrator of
Brazuca BBS once.
TBA Internet. One of the older brothers got a login at school.
At the beginning all we did was connect to join IRC channels.
There was a channel for our school. The three of us attended to
the same.
Zeley Mobile was public relations along with Teacher.
Gogo Five and I took care of treasury.
The Vice President was the vice president.
Wooden stick fights near the TV Tower after reading a story
from some norwegian musician and offering the practice to Teacher.
It was very fun to meet before entering school. Before 6 am.
Changing clothes in public bathrooms.
We called the meeting spots batlocals.
One day I just wanted to see how their classes were at
some preparing school for the three year tests that
allowed students to skip the original admission tests
that the University of Brasilia had.
It was some brand new way of entering university.
I talked about those classes at home.
My friends had a big surprise when my name was called
while I was attending to my first class without
ever registering for them. I also did not expect that.
Drinking wine while skipping school on high school's last year.
Dreaming about actually having a girlfriend at the same time.
Soon realising that it was going to be impossible and
deciding to live a solitary life.
Going to Ms. Che Rube's home. Meeting Long Hair and she was a girl. Almost sleeping in the
same room as her once. I was a male so I did not care about
accepting the joke solution of sleeping in her closet then
being kicked out of her home.
They called me strange. I felt so honored to having any label
by someone so beautiful. At least I was noticed.
Getting a high school degree. Deciding to stay in my bedroom
until I found out a way to free myself from the pain
of being alone and desiring a father or a friend
to respect and show my honor to.
My high school friends where studying at some place called bIlal.
Having the first kiss. Remembering myself about it everyday.
About how warm her tongue was inside of my mouth.
And how I enjoyed feeling hers with my own.
Teacher was around. He was a veteran already.
Not anything like the boy that cried to drag Frenchie the Girl's attention
below a building while we skipped classes that were supposed
to prepare us for the three year tests that would
allow entrance to the University of Brasilia.
Writing a letter of about thirty lines to the girl.
Saving a copy for myself to never forget about that moment.
Delivering it on my bike to the guy that took care of
her building's entrance.
Reading some books to try to overcome her lack of interest.
Watching a guy with bleached hair having so much success
with an extremely beautiful girl because he was a musician.
Asking for an electric guitar. Starting to play it.
Meeting Ninja. A guy that represented a lot
of what I wanted to be in the future. He had ten years more
than I did. Ten years have passed since we first met.
----
A trip to Florianopolis with high school friends.
They were already studying Economics in the University of Brasilia.
Zeley Mobile was studying to be a veterinarian.
-----
Second kiss. It was not that important anymore.
I have traveled to Itajai to meet Ms. Saints. She had blue eyes,
I think. She was quite beautiful. I enjoyed a lot
talking to her. After coming back home and calling her fat
she just said that I died to her. It was fine.
It was not going to work out.
It was my first trip alone. The guy that sat next to me was
from Rio. A very interesting man.
The bus was not going to enter the city.
I was in complete darkness. Saw some lights in the horizon.
Ran towards them. Hit some concrete block in the middle of the road.
I fell. But I had some ninja senses and did not get hurt.
Used a public payphone. Called Ms. Saints. I told her that I was going
to find the hotel where my reservation was made.
The guy inside of the hotel did not want to allow me inside.
I walked around the city. Found some taxis.
Hit his window. He woke up.
Told him that I wanted a cheap place to stay at.
He did a good job.
While inside of this hotel I wrote so many things
that I felt like discovering the secret to turn any metal
into gold.
I went to some lan house and played a first person shooter.
Ms. Saints showed me something that looked like a professional
music training session. It was quite interesting.
I then called the same taxi driver.
Mr. Pole was very kind and did a great job.
On my way back the neighbor inside of the bus was some sort of hippie.
He talked about how Brasil had cheap old technology.
About his third level degree. It was about physical fitness.
Before going to Itajai Ms. Saints was very jealous of Fields.
She kissed Teacher first. Then me. She had more experience
than both of us. She spoke french and lived in Sao Paulo
before coming to Brasilia.
I invited Fields to run at the Water Eyes Park.
She was curious to see how I progressed.
She was not impressed.
A trip to Pirenopolis. There I forgot where we were staying at.
I sat on some stone staircase. A girl sat beside me.
No words were spoken. It was a cool moment.
She then left.
I tried to call Vice President's father from a public payphone.
He gave me some information.
But I was too shy to tell him that I was lost.
Morning came.
I then decided to attend to a church meeting. Evangelic church.
It was sunday. I was the only guy inside.
The preacher showed up. Made his speech. It was interesting.
I had money to get back home. So I asked someone
about the nearest bus stop.
My friends gave me my backpack after we met in Brasilia once again.
Meeting CG in some spaceships game online.
She was a natural blonde.
She wanted to sell her electric guitar in order to pay
for my trip to her city. I knew that it was not worth it.
So I said no.
Long Hair later left a comment on my blog. Maybe she did not
forgive herself for leaving it. "of killing".
She was in London.
It was after my text that said "Happy Happy Joy Joy"
with a picture of a first person shooter game.
Two words were the only thing necessary for me to never
forget about her.
She was one of the most beautiful girls even on high school
when she still had some extra weight. I also did.
After some messages exchanged via email she knew that I was
very curious about her trip to Europe.
Mr. Angst invited me to some car trips around the city.
It was pretty fun. My old friends from the Firefighter's club
had decided to abandon me.
One day Ms. Zeni from school invited me to her birthday party.
There I met Mr. Asian again. And Mr. Bluemagician. His father
killed his mother with a gun then killed himself while we
were on high school. He took everything like a grown man.
Then he took a plane to Australia.
At that same party I met Ms. Axe. She was pretty cute.
Ms. Zeni knew that I was interested in her and arranged some
meetings.
One day Ms. Zeni needed a place to house her friend from
Sao Paulo. Chainbreaker was a niilist. He slept here for some days
and gave me a great book about atheism. I have learned so much
from this book that mom just took it someday and pretended that
it never existed.
It was like finally having the strongest chain that kept
my own thoughts from appearing inside of my brain, broken.
I knew that it was related to the friend that
was ten years older than me. People did not like him.
But I knew that he had skills that I would never stop
trying to mimic.
A trip to the northeast.
I took the wheel a lot of times. Had my license.
Three great months of fun.
There I met family members and Albino Girl.
It seemed that she was the whitest girl in town.
Almost albino. After having some protected fun inside of
mom's car I invited her to my place a couple of times
but she did not want to come. So I decided to end
our relationship by phone.
Had good times with my cousin Frog Killer. Also with Joseph.
Great people.
There I let Frog Killer drive. Joseph park the car.
I knew what I was doing.
Some old guy died while I was there.
He never wanted to talk to me, so I could not care less about him.
Maybe he could not talk. He was very scared.
If it is possible to save him somehow after his death...
May the Subspacian religion assist him into achieving
eternal life in the best possible way.
Drank a lot of water filled with mosquitoes eggs.
Maybe I experienced dengue.
Had my first bathtub bath.
My room had an air conditioner.
Coming back to Brasilia. Meeting Frenchie. This time she asked for
unprotected sex. I was very honored but had to say
"I am not doing this for you or myself, I am doing this to both
of us."(so we dont get any disease, and... early children) and used the condom.
Meeting Yellow Girl online. She just sent me a message out of nowhere
in an old social networking site.
She was a natural blonde.
We decided to meet at a bar. A funny guy asked me for money
while I was walking near a parking lot.
I gave him two brazilian reals. He just said
"but this is a bill!". That was a cool individual.
I was drinking some white wine when Yellow Girl showed up.
She was more beautiful than in the photos.
We talked about so many things.
Then I took her hand and did a massage.
There was no turning back.
We walked down the street until we found a bench.
It was a great kiss. We did that many times.
She was living in an apartment near her job. She was a secretary.
There was another girl living with her. She worked with mom.
What a surprise. This girl also told mom about my behaviour.
How I talked about inserting the cane into a woman,
right after her words about some gospel music.
It was so damn funny. But that led to the end of my relationship
with Yellow Girl.
There were also two brothers living in the same apartment.
The four of them were from the same city. Little Brasilia.
What a nice name for a city. I had never heard of it before.
Yellow Girl invited me to build a church along with some Bapthists
from the United States. I felt so honored.
She showed me to her aunt first. This aunt was a hairdresser.
I was accepted.
The southern americans were nice people. Always talking about God.
One of them was in Europe during World War II. How interesting.
After translating that a guy working on a bench did not have time
to care about his toe wound I told them that brazilians were
lazy people. The girl just said that it was cultural and I
agreed.
Father Ninja Turtle gave me a nice speech about how you must trust God
without having any physics knowledge and sitting on a chair
knowing that it would support the weight. It was inspiring.
But it may also be the fact that when you do not have any
body balance skill your brain adjusts itself to receive some
unknown signal and move your muscles in a way that will not
make anything break.
Yellow Girl's mother was black! What a surprise.
I invited one of the brothers living in that apartment to
practice some skating. It was fun.
I also tried to teach Yellow Girl how to drive a car inside of
the military school's parking lot. She did well.
One day Yellow Girl's friend came to Brasilia. She was an actress.
I dragged her to the University of Brasilia, where
my old friends studied. But they were already avoiding me.
It was cool anyway. We also watched a movie about love
in one of the two brother's friend apartment.
He was an english teacher.
Meeting Ms. Zeni and Axe. I told Long Hair to show up at the same day.
I just wanted to see how things were going to work out.
Chainbreaker was also present. I have never talked so much
around other people before.
Ms. Zeni slaps me on the face in front of everyone.
I guess that I was mocking her lack of courage too much.
It was fun. She later became a zen girl.
Chainbreaker and Ms. Zeni vanished.
I bought a rose for Axe and told her that men were like dogs.
She got the message.
Long Hair showed up trying to dance on an arcade machine.
Her perfume was stronger than a mermaid's voice, but I
was ready for it.
We went to a karaoke bar by Long Hair's suggestion.
Hideout was the name.
She showed some of her vocal skills.
I had none but tried to impress everyone singing a song
that I have never heard before and creating new
sound patterns, my guess, above the lyrics.
Axe was trying to have fun. She was a beginner.
Then I was sure that she did not want to see me anymore.
Neither did Long Hair. I have the skill of pretending to be
much more than what I actually am before a real meeting.
I was learning to drink. The trip to the northeast was
not one hundred percent great. Mom was cheating on her
current boyfriend. Her lover was in our car when we
traveled there. Her boyfriend asked me about this
and I thought that the right thing to do was
to tell him the truth. Even though I hated the man I would
not enjoy being in such a situation.
Her lover worked in the government's health section.
He gave her lots of strong drugs.
She put them into my food.
I was drinking so much at the time.
Visited my friends at Vice President's home.
Things were a little out of control.
I was a little desperate.
I paid a visit to my father at his workplace.
I do not think that he had any idea of what was going on
or how to assist me at it.
I sent him an email after I found some papers about mom's
vengeance. I was so drugged that it was impossible to
know what they meant. But I knew it was something bad.
It was useless to try to fight. All I could do was wait
for the worse.
The middle brother showed how much he hated me.
So did mom and her lover.
They tried to put me away for good.
It was obvious that nothing was wrong with me.
In two weeks I was out of that druggie's house.
I am sure that my friends got some calls from mom.
None of them told me anything.
I was left alone in my bedroom. Trying to reach some sort of
transcendence. A way to have a good memory.
A way to never let my guard down again.
I was forced to get my third level degree.
The name of the course was Digital Gaming.
Nothing was worth listening to or reading.
Two teachers were quite good.
An asian dude and a guy that knew a lot about networking.
I have lost around six years of my life in that prison.
I do not know who paid for it.
I was first place in the admission tests.
I was able to avoid getting the actual diploma.
I was also forced to work.
The pay was two hundred brazilian reals a month.
At least I was allowed to keep that money.
The owner of the computer store had a debt with mom.
She assisted him when he needed someone to back him up
while he was buying or renting some real state.
I was able to create an Extracorporeal Manual.
Then I worked at some meat store.
We had to prepare the books to deliver them on bus stops, for free.
I was paid around ten brazilian reals a day.
It was quite interesting.
I had a great idea of renting a room inside of my apartment.
The middle brother wanted one hundred percent of the money obtained.
I basically told him to go fuck himself.
He was already so rich that it was a clear bully move.
A friend from high school found me by accident on a game and we had
a nice meeting. Brazil's President was on television that day.
Mr. Hairs. He was at Mr. Angst's place at the moment.
Mr. Angst said that he wanted to eat something and left.
I guess that it was because he owed me twenty brazilian reals.
The only friend from high school to ever try to contact me shows up
on another social network. He wanted to convert me to his church.
It was fun. I even took a bus with him to a place where whoever
slept was going to wake up chained to Jesus. I was not able to
rest that night. On the second day some preacher was babbling
so much nonsense that I had to talk back to him.
Some people knew what I was talking about. I was just showing
everyone that his words were false.
Then I got up from my chair and left.
I hope that Mr. Pimbola did not have a big deception.
I did visit that church again to give them some money.
The Subspacian religion was created and that church gave us
the initial protection and information that I needed to
make my own.
I showed the piece of paper to Mr. Pimbola.
I am sure that he did not understand half of it.
One day he invited his cousin to come to the church with us.
He rode motorcycles until an accident made he lose all
movement on his right arm.
This was a sign. I knew I had to give that church some money.
Ten percent of my earnings that year went to them.
On december of the same year my older brother shows up in our
apartment. He tells me that he wants to take me to a mental
institution. I was totally cornered.
His wife, our cousin, is quite evil as well.
I pretend to accept my fate.
I walk into my room. Lock my door. I knew that it was impossible
to lose my only possession in the whole world. My home.
I try to stay silent. He starts knocking at the door.
I kick it with all my strength. It stops him for a couple of seconds.
He starts knocking again. It was the last information I needed to
know that it was the end. I open the window with the most force
that I have ever applied to it in my life.
I put my right foot on the wall. I mentally ask the only
individual that I had any trust on if I really have to do it.
Yes seems to be the right answer. I jump.
After my body had no more connection with the building everything
went black. No sounds. No feelings. No pain. Everything was gone.
Maybe I was going to rest. Maybe I was not going to have to
avoid talking to my older brothers and listen to evil words anymore.
Maybe my mother was not going to be able to terrorize me ever again.
I wake up in an ambulance. I can still breathe. I can still blink.
I keep blinking twice like in my Extracorporeal Manual.
I have always promised myself that if I was ever to lose any movement
in my body, I would rather die. For some reason that thought
did not even cross my mind. I was just feeling the sensations
that I had when I was watching the presentation of the game
that Mr. Epic gifted me a couple of days before.
I sleep again. I wake up on some hospital bed.
I can move my body. All I can think about is some zombie
infestation program that I made sometime before this happened.
I try to untie my arms from the bed. I free my right arm.
Some nurse comes by and ties it up one more time.
I am transferred to another place. After the bed starts moving
I black out.
I sleep for so many days. My breathing is messed up.
It does not matter. I can only think about fleeing from all
the terror. Even inside of my brain they show up.
I never feel any pain.
Mom finally shows up. It's a private hospital this time.
Maybe she mentally accepted to leave me alone.
Lots of nurses. Doctors. Everyday. Exams.
One of them catches my attention. He calls me by my name and surname.
He has tattoos on his arms. I can feel that he is a nice guy.
He brings me a picture of a great guitarrist.
This man knows what he is doing.
My uncle visits me with my female cousin. I remember mentally
talking to them before the inevitable accident.
I can not tell them about it. They show their respect and leave.
The older brothers have the courage to show up.
They do not talk about their plan.
It is obvious that they want to sell the apartment.
I still do not get what makes people with so much still want more.
A situation that I have also seen before the accident shows up.
A distant relative takes me for a walk on the sun.
This psychologist is from my family. She is a good girl.
A doctor shows up after I mentally agree with giving him a lot
of money someday.
I try to talk to him in symbols.
The game of the eleven. I mean eleven thousand brazilian reals.
He seems to agree. He shows me his son the day after.
He saves my right arm.
I stay at mom's boyfriend's place for a year. The same guy
that was cheated on.
They decide to give me a chance to go back to my apartment.
The middle brother has the courage to show up, once.
Maybe he just wanted a good laugh.
Creating my own religion. The point is not to make people
interested in it. It is about teaching people to
take care of themselves. While inside of both worlds.
terça-feira, 13 de outubro de 2015
Subspacianism(random)
Instead of what you may think, the religion and philosophy school
that Subspacianism refers to is not exactly the game that was made by
Virgin Interactive. It is more about subspace channels. Something so
fast that makes you able to reach any point in existence at any moment.
It is not that fun to reach a dead planet but finding something that you have created yourself can be a great experience. Like when I thought about having a whole planet filled with humans that enjoyed playing the electric guitar. Or when I imagined having millions of dimensions that were almost like this one, but in each one of them my life took a different path.
Getting to the actual point, it is possible to reach any other living being on the planet at any moment. This is quite exciting as women are almost always willing to think about sexual pleasure if you treat them well. The beginning is not easy but with time your skill improves like any subject that you put enough effort into. The bad part is that no one will ever admit that this is true. So it may all be just your mind playing tricks. Or some sort of chain that still blocks the full control of your own brain. What can be proved is the desire to reproduce that every living being has. When a male reaches a female, even without any physical contact, some sort of link is made. The sexual link is the one with more probability of being proven. While it is not lets have our conscience improved before laws and guard jobs are created to stop people from getting knowledge and pleasure without money.
It is not that fun to reach a dead planet but finding something that you have created yourself can be a great experience. Like when I thought about having a whole planet filled with humans that enjoyed playing the electric guitar. Or when I imagined having millions of dimensions that were almost like this one, but in each one of them my life took a different path.
Getting to the actual point, it is possible to reach any other living being on the planet at any moment. This is quite exciting as women are almost always willing to think about sexual pleasure if you treat them well. The beginning is not easy but with time your skill improves like any subject that you put enough effort into. The bad part is that no one will ever admit that this is true. So it may all be just your mind playing tricks. Or some sort of chain that still blocks the full control of your own brain. What can be proved is the desire to reproduce that every living being has. When a male reaches a female, even without any physical contact, some sort of link is made. The sexual link is the one with more probability of being proven. While it is not lets have our conscience improved before laws and guard jobs are created to stop people from getting knowledge and pleasure without money.
Jogo(CS)
AnImoL's Basics for Counter-Strike
I hope to assist someone with these words, if not in a good way at least in making you know how it is not supposed to be done.
In Counter-Strike you have your character and nine others.
My way of playing is always centered on myself.
Like my father taught me about driving. Defensive driving. This was a great teaching.
Always try to do your part first. Then you have space to do something else.
The last thing you may do is taunt. So we have the limits.
Do the basic then you can dance on your enemy's graves.
Lets start with the basics.
If you are a Counter-Terrorist you have to prevent the Terrorists from planting the bomb on one of two spots.
If they plant the bomb then you start another level of acting.
Always cover your team when they are exposed. If your ally is an easy target you can focus more on aiming and shooting while he tries to avoid getting shot and also killing the enemy if the confrontation is inevitable.
Looking at the radar is crucial to winning a game. If you are not aiming and shooting always check the radar.
When the round starts check where your allies are going. Go to the weakest spot if you are the strongest in the team. If you are the weakest of the team always use your current abilities to make the team win.
If you are good at dodging bullets, great. Try to be a bait. I have started like this.
After some time you get so good at shooting that the enemy will think that you are just a bait but you end up getting five kills on a single round.
All maps have main defending spots. Check those first. Always be on the best possible spot. This may not mean the safest since the enemy is trained to check the most used places first. Always try something that the enemy does not expect. This applies to EVERYTHING that you can do with the keyboard and mouse.
Lets take some examples. If you make noise walking away from a spot the enemy may think that the place is empty. With this advantage your ally can get an easy kill or even you may go back without making any noise and get him with a nice surprise. A grenade may explode on a certain height and position making the enemy think about where it was thrown and calculating your current position.
Random information: If you like stealth check out some videos from the Vietnam LERPS(Long Range Reconnaissance Patrols)
Winning a game is all about thinking better than the enemy.
Shooting is hard only if you have less than 10 hours or have never used a particular weapon before.
If the terrorists manage to plant the C4 do not panic. Try to always be at the same distance to the bomb as your allies. If they start to rush into it, do the same. If you are sure that you are safe enough to check the scores hold TAB and see if all terrorists have died. After they are all dead let the closest CT to the bomb defuse it. I personally avoid being close to the bomb unless no one else can defuse it in time.
Now some more personal ideas that you may not agree with and I even might change them later if new stuff shows up in my mind:
Shoot, hold shift, crouch if you have to empty your clip right away AND know that your enemy can only kill you by luck. This is an example of a formula to play without thinking a lot.
Always be ready to go and defuse the bomb in time. No one likes slow people that CAN kill the enemy but CANT defuse the bomb in time. Killing the whole enemy team means nothing if you do not win the round.
COVER THE SPOTS THAT NO ONE ELSE DOES
GL(Good luck) HF(Have fun)
I hope to assist someone with these words, if not in a good way at least in making you know how it is not supposed to be done.
In Counter-Strike you have your character and nine others.
My way of playing is always centered on myself.
Like my father taught me about driving. Defensive driving. This was a great teaching.
Always try to do your part first. Then you have space to do something else.
The last thing you may do is taunt. So we have the limits.
Do the basic then you can dance on your enemy's graves.
Lets start with the basics.
If you are a Counter-Terrorist you have to prevent the Terrorists from planting the bomb on one of two spots.
If they plant the bomb then you start another level of acting.
Always cover your team when they are exposed. If your ally is an easy target you can focus more on aiming and shooting while he tries to avoid getting shot and also killing the enemy if the confrontation is inevitable.
Looking at the radar is crucial to winning a game. If you are not aiming and shooting always check the radar.
When the round starts check where your allies are going. Go to the weakest spot if you are the strongest in the team. If you are the weakest of the team always use your current abilities to make the team win.
If you are good at dodging bullets, great. Try to be a bait. I have started like this.
After some time you get so good at shooting that the enemy will think that you are just a bait but you end up getting five kills on a single round.
All maps have main defending spots. Check those first. Always be on the best possible spot. This may not mean the safest since the enemy is trained to check the most used places first. Always try something that the enemy does not expect. This applies to EVERYTHING that you can do with the keyboard and mouse.
Lets take some examples. If you make noise walking away from a spot the enemy may think that the place is empty. With this advantage your ally can get an easy kill or even you may go back without making any noise and get him with a nice surprise. A grenade may explode on a certain height and position making the enemy think about where it was thrown and calculating your current position.
Random information: If you like stealth check out some videos from the Vietnam LERPS(Long Range Reconnaissance Patrols)
Winning a game is all about thinking better than the enemy.
Shooting is hard only if you have less than 10 hours or have never used a particular weapon before.
If the terrorists manage to plant the C4 do not panic. Try to always be at the same distance to the bomb as your allies. If they start to rush into it, do the same. If you are sure that you are safe enough to check the scores hold TAB and see if all terrorists have died. After they are all dead let the closest CT to the bomb defuse it. I personally avoid being close to the bomb unless no one else can defuse it in time.
Now some more personal ideas that you may not agree with and I even might change them later if new stuff shows up in my mind:
Shoot, hold shift, crouch if you have to empty your clip right away AND know that your enemy can only kill you by luck. This is an example of a formula to play without thinking a lot.
Always be ready to go and defuse the bomb in time. No one likes slow people that CAN kill the enemy but CANT defuse the bomb in time. Killing the whole enemy team means nothing if you do not win the round.
COVER THE SPOTS THAT NO ONE ELSE DOES
GL(Good luck) HF(Have fun)
segunda-feira, 12 de outubro de 2015
Passado(Longiquo)
Around 1200 generations ago they vanished from Earth.
Between 300,000 and 400,000 years ago Homo heidelbergensis
evolved into the Neanderthals. Between 41,000 and 39,000 years ago
the Neanderthals and modern humans had no more differences.
Neanderthals vanished through interbreeding or some other path.
40,000 years ago is around 5,000 years after
Homo sapiens reached the continent.
Carthage, modern Tunisia conquered those spots around 218 a. c.
That is the first written history around those parts.
In 711 the Moors invaded the Iberian Peninsula
from North Africa and called the territory Al-Andalus.
The Reconquista took the place back from them.
The fall of Granada marks the end of
the last Islamic state on the peninsula, in 1492.
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I made this image around 07/07/2010
The Battle of Aljubarrota
Aljubarrota was a city in central Portugal.
Juan I wanted Portugal's crown because of his bloodline.
On august 14 1385 the Carvalho family killed around 22.000 invaders.
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The Carvalho family was one of the 72 noblest
in Portugal around the XVI century.
The characteristics to define the noblest were
honor, history and possessions.
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June 7 1494
A brand new kingdom named Spain splits America with Portugal.
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Brazil was a colony of Portugal.
Pedro Alvares Cabral(1467-8 - 1520) was the commander
of Portugal's navy when south america was discovered.
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~1534
Colonizing the new world was more of a death wish than
a chance to get wealth. Many men that were assigned to
occuppy the land did not even show up.
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On February 12 1761
1st Marquis of Pombal, 1st Count of Oeiras
Sebastião José de Carvalho e Melo ends slavery on Portugal's
continental land.
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In 1807 France signed deals with Russia and Spain to split Portugal.
Portugal had to surrender to England or France in order to stay alive.
On november 6 England entered Lisbon's port with seven thousand men
to assist the king's trip to Brazil or conquer Portugal.
Joao VI then took a ship to Brazil...
On november 30 an army from Spain and France appeared
they could be easily vanquished but we always try to avoid conflict.
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While Napoleon conquered a lot of European soil
the king of Portugal moved to Brazil.
Joao VI had a son named Pedro.
Pedro I marries a girl from Austria in 1817.
On april 25 1821 Joao VI goes back to Lisbon
after 13 great years on his colony.
On September 7 1822 prince Pedro declares Brazil's independence.
On May 13 1888 Brazil ends all forms of slavery.
On November 15 1889 Brazil becomes a Republic.
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Essa figura mostra a terra dos Neandertais em cinza claro. O numero representa as geraçoes.
Por volta de 1200 geraçoes atras eles sumiram da Terra.
Por volta de 300.000 e 400.000 anos atras a especie Homo heidelbergensis evoluiu para os Neandertais. Por volta de 41.000 e 39.000 anos atras os Neandertais e os humanos modernos nao possuiam mais diferenças.
Os Neandertais sumiram atraves de procriaçao ou outra via.
40.000 anos atras eh mais ou menos 5.000 depois do Homo sapiens chegar ao continente.
Cartago, moderna Tunisia, conquistou esses locais por volta de 218 depois de Cristo.
Aih se tem a primeira historia escrita dessas partes.
Em 711 os Mouros invadiram a Peninsula Iberica
da Africa do Norte e a chamaram de Al-Andalus.
A Reconquista tomou o local deles.
A queda de Granada marca o fim do
ultimo estado islamico na peninsula, em 1492.
Isso eh como um Neandertal deveria parecer 70.000 anos atras.
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Fiz essa imagem por volta de 07/07/2010
A Batalha de Aljubarrota
Aljubarrota era uma cidade na parte central de Portugal
Juan I queria a coroa de Portugal por causa de sua linha de sangue.
Em 14 de agosto de 1385 a familia Carvalho matou por volta de 22.000 invasores.
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A familia Carvalho foi uma das 72 mais nobres
em Portugal por volta do seculo XVI(1501-1600).
As caracteristicas para definir as mais nobres eram
honra, historia e posses.
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7 de junho de 1494
Um novo reino chamado Espanha divide a America com Portugal.
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O Brasil era uma colonia de Portugal.
Pedro Alvares Cabral(1467-8 - 1520) era o comandante
da marinha portuguesa quando a America do Sul foi descoberta.(Nao levei em conta a pequena visita de Cristovao Colombo as Guianas)
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~1534
Colonizar o novo mundo era mais uma vontade de morrer do que
uma chance de conseguir riquezas. Muitos homens que foram designados para
ocupar a terra nem apareceram.
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Em 12 de fevereiro de 1761
1o Marques de Pombal, 1o Conde de Oeiras
Sebastião José de Carvalho e Melo acaba com a escravidao na
parte continental de Portugal.(antes mesmo da Inglaterra)
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Em 1807 a França assinou acordos com a Russia e com a Espanha para dividir Portugal.
Portugal tinha que se render a Inglaterra ou a França para continuar viva.
Em 6 de novembro a Inglaterra entrou no porto de Lisboa com sete mil homens
para ajudar a viagem do rei para o Brasil ou conquistar Portugal.
Joao VI entao entrou em um navio para o Brasil...
Em 30 de novembro um exercito da Espanha e da França apareceu
eles poderiam ser facilmente vencidos mas nos sempre tentamos ficar longe de conflitos.(na verdade apenas nao sabiam da força do exercito inimigo e quando apareceram, famintos e com as roupas esfarrapadas os portugueses viram como seria facil, ao menos naquele momento)
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Enquanto Napoleao conquistou muito do solo europeu
o rei de Portugal se mudou para o Brasil.
Joao VI teve um filho chamado Pedro.
Pedro I se casou com uma garota da Austria em 1817(com varias mentiras e distribuiçao de barras de ouro na apresentaçao anterior a decisao deles).
Em 25 de abril de 1821 Joao VI volta para Lisboa
depois de 13 grandes anos em sua colonia.
Em 7 de setembro de 1822 o principe Pedro declara a independencia do Brasil.
Em 13 de maio de 1888 o Brasil termina todas as formas de escravidao.
Em 15 de novembro de 1889 o Brasil se transforma em uma Republica.
AnImoL's Favourite Books
In order of reading
The Pilgrimage: If you want something the path may be hard and long with many things to learn.(~1996)
The Prince: To be powerful, choose your close friends wisely.(~2002)
The Republic: If you want to make an idea, you can always seek paths to it.(~2002)
Atheism and Freedom: Things that seem to be something might not actually be that at all.(~2002)
The Spirit of the Laws: Cold places make people that can think with more wisdom.(~2003)
The Pilgrimage: If you want something the path may be hard and long with many things to learn.(~1996)
The Prince: To be powerful, choose your close friends wisely.(~2002)
The Republic: If you want to make an idea, you can always seek paths to it.(~2002)
Atheism and Freedom: Things that seem to be something might not actually be that at all.(~2002)
The Spirit of the Laws: Cold places make people that can think with more wisdom.(~2003)
domingo, 11 de outubro de 2015
Passado
So I was in formation... back in military school...
We could sit down, but not play cards... I did not care. We were playing truco.
Sergeant Knipoff came by, took all cards and started bending them over right in the middle.
It was pretty funny.
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E entao eu estava em forma... lah no colegio militar...
Nos podiamos sentar, mas nao jogar cartas... Eu nao me importei. Nos estavamos jogando truco.
O sargento Knipoff veio, pegou todas as cartas e começou a dobra-las bem no meio.
Foi bem engraçado.
We could sit down, but not play cards... I did not care. We were playing truco.
Sergeant Knipoff came by, took all cards and started bending them over right in the middle.
It was pretty funny.
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E entao eu estava em forma... lah no colegio militar...
Nos podiamos sentar, mas nao jogar cartas... Eu nao me importei. Nos estavamos jogando truco.
O sargento Knipoff veio, pegou todas as cartas e começou a dobra-las bem no meio.
Foi bem engraçado.
AnImoL's Favourite Movies
One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest (1975)
Jack Nicholson, a master in acting.
In this one he tries to escape a mental institution.
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Jack Nicholson, um mestre da atuaçao.
Nesse ele tenta escapar de um hospicio.
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The Witches of Eastwick (1987)
Jack Nicholson...
With three beautiful women in a small town of the United States.
A great aspiration for me... My biggest dream in life.
That was fulfilled.
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Jack Nicholson...
Com tres belas mulheres em uma pequena cidade dos Estados Unidos.
Uma grande aspiraçao para mim... O meu maior sonho na vida inteira.
Que felizmente foi atingida.
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Back to the Future I, II and III (1985, 89, 90)
Michael J. Fox is Marty McFly.
In the first one he goes back in time to save Doctor Brown that
was shot while they tested the Delorean that is
a time machine with its flux capacitor.
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Michael J. Fox eh o Marty McFly.
No primeiro ele volta no tempo pra salvar o Doutor Brown que
foi fuzilado enquanto eles testavam o Delorean que eh
uma maquina do tempo com o seu capacitor de fluxo.
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Total Recall (1990)
Arnold Schwarzenegger is a construction worker that tries to buy
a vacation memory that is much cheaper than
conventional ones.
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Arnold Schwarzenegger eh um pedreiro que vai comprar
uma memoria de ferias que eh muito mais barata do que
ferias convencionais.
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Forrest Gump (1994)
Tom Hanks is a guy that lives a lot of stories.
Someone with less than average intelligence from
Greenbow, Alabama.
I have met some bapthists from Birmingham once.
They actually looked from Alabama.
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Tom Hanks eh um cara que vive muitas historias.
Alguem com inteligencia abaixo da media de
Greenbow no Alabama.
Conheci uns batistas de Birmingham uma vez.
Pareciam do Alabama mesmo.
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Before Sunrise (1995)
Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy meet in a train while travelling around Europe.
In a short time they fall in love.
This moive made me dream a lot about having a girl.
Until I had my first kiss around 2001.
She told her relatives to tell me that she was not at home the forty times that I have called her...
Then I did not bother with having a girl anymore.
In 2006 something happened with us once.
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Ethan Hawke e Julie Delpy se encontram num trem na Europa.
Em pouco tempo se apaixonam.
Esse filme me fez sonhar muito em ter um amor.
Ateh que tive o meu primeiro beijo lah por 2001.
Ela mandou dizer que nao estava em casa nas 40 vezes que liguei...
Aih nao sonhei mais com isso.
Em 2006 algo aconteceu entre a gente uma unica vez.
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Blow (2001)
Johnny Depp is the main character again with a real story.
George Jung was the biggest cocaine trafficker in the United States
of all time.
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Johnny Depp protagoniza de novo com um papel veridico.
George Jung foi o maior traficante de cocaina dos Estados Unidos
de todos os tempos.
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The da Vinci Code (2006)
With Tom Hanks.
This one is a trip. About a little metal thing made by
Leonardo da Vinci with some information inside.
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Com Tom Hanks.
Esse eh moh viagem. Sobre um negocinho de metal feito por
Leonardo da Vinci com umas informaçoes dentro.
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Elite Squad (2007)
Wagner Moura.
A story about a BOPE captain.
Unfortunately the real captain was a coward that was
relieved from the force.
He hid in a bar while his buddies got shot.
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Wagner Moura.
Uma historia de um capitao do BOPE.
Infelizmente o cara da vida real eh um cagao que foi
retirado da força por covardia.
Se escondeu em um bar enquanto os seus companheiros levavam bala.
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Gamer (2009)
In this one a boy controls a real human
inside of a first person shooter like Counter-Strike.
His woman is in another game.
The arena of the other game is like Second Life.
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Nesse rola um garoto controlando um ser humano de verdade
em um jogo de tiro estilo Counter-Strike.
A mulher dele tah em outro jogo.
A arena do outro jogo eh estilo Second Life.
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Elysium (2013)
With Wagner Moura! A human colony was made outside of Earth.
People are dying on the planet from various types of diseases. A guy
wants to save a human or maybe more than just one with Elysium's technology.
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Com Wagner Moura! Uma colonia humana foi feita fora da Terra.
E a galera tah morrendo no planeta com varios tipos de doenças. Um cara
quer salvar as pessoas com a tecnologia de Elysium.
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Transcendence (2014)
Johnny Depp is dying but his friends transfer
his conscience to a computer...
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Johnny Depp tah morrendo mas os amigos dele transferem
a sua consciencia pra dentro de um computador...
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Edge of Tomorrow (2014)
Tom Cruise!
He dies in the war against aliens but for some reason...
He always goes back in time and keeps his memory intact.
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Tom Cruise!
Ele morre na guerra contra os alienigenas mas por algum motivo...
Sempre volta no tempo e continua com a memoria intacta.
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And my favourite of all time...
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The 13th Warrior (1999)
With Antonio Banderas! He was an ambassador from Bagdad
that was sent to the north because a powerful man
complained about him looking at his wife.
When he visits a tent of nordic men an old respectful woman
says that 13 warriors have to go assist another kingdom...
But the thirteenth cannot be a nord...
It has to be him!
Maybe because of the fact that I saw a great merchant from Syria in a shopping around here...
And having bought a beautiful box for ten brazilian reals that I will keep for the rest of my life.
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E o meu favorito de todos os tempos...
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The 13th Warrior (1999)
Com Antonio Banderas! Ele eh um embaixador de Bagdah
que foi mandado para o norte porque um cara poderoso
reclamou dele ter olhado pra mulher.
Quando visita uma tenda de nordicos uma velha respeitada
diz que 13 guerreiros precisam ir ajudar outro reino...
Mas o decimo terceiro nao pode ser um nordico...
Terah que ser ele!
Talvez pelo fato de eu ter visto um grande comerciante da Siria em um shopping por aqui...
E ter comprado uma bela caixa de dez reais que guardarei pro resto da vida.
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I think that the first movie that I ever saw in a cinema was
Turtles 3 from 1993. Unforgettable.
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Acho que o primeiro filme que vi no cinema foi o
Tartarugas Ninja 3 de 1993. Inesquecivel.
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I dont know if Kung Fury fits as a conventional movie.
But it was surely one of the best.
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Nao sei se Kung Fury se encaixaria como filme convencional.
Mas com certeza foi um dos melhores.
Jack Nicholson, a master in acting.
In this one he tries to escape a mental institution.
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Jack Nicholson, um mestre da atuaçao.
Nesse ele tenta escapar de um hospicio.
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The Witches of Eastwick (1987)
Jack Nicholson...
With three beautiful women in a small town of the United States.
A great aspiration for me... My biggest dream in life.
That was fulfilled.
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Jack Nicholson...
Com tres belas mulheres em uma pequena cidade dos Estados Unidos.
Uma grande aspiraçao para mim... O meu maior sonho na vida inteira.
Que felizmente foi atingida.
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Back to the Future I, II and III (1985, 89, 90)
Michael J. Fox is Marty McFly.
In the first one he goes back in time to save Doctor Brown that
was shot while they tested the Delorean that is
a time machine with its flux capacitor.
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Michael J. Fox eh o Marty McFly.
No primeiro ele volta no tempo pra salvar o Doutor Brown que
foi fuzilado enquanto eles testavam o Delorean que eh
uma maquina do tempo com o seu capacitor de fluxo.
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Total Recall (1990)
Arnold Schwarzenegger is a construction worker that tries to buy
a vacation memory that is much cheaper than
conventional ones.
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Arnold Schwarzenegger eh um pedreiro que vai comprar
uma memoria de ferias que eh muito mais barata do que
ferias convencionais.
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Forrest Gump (1994)
Tom Hanks is a guy that lives a lot of stories.
Someone with less than average intelligence from
Greenbow, Alabama.
I have met some bapthists from Birmingham once.
They actually looked from Alabama.
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Tom Hanks eh um cara que vive muitas historias.
Alguem com inteligencia abaixo da media de
Greenbow no Alabama.
Conheci uns batistas de Birmingham uma vez.
Pareciam do Alabama mesmo.
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Before Sunrise (1995)
Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy meet in a train while travelling around Europe.
In a short time they fall in love.
This moive made me dream a lot about having a girl.
Until I had my first kiss around 2001.
She told her relatives to tell me that she was not at home the forty times that I have called her...
Then I did not bother with having a girl anymore.
In 2006 something happened with us once.
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Ethan Hawke e Julie Delpy se encontram num trem na Europa.
Em pouco tempo se apaixonam.
Esse filme me fez sonhar muito em ter um amor.
Ateh que tive o meu primeiro beijo lah por 2001.
Ela mandou dizer que nao estava em casa nas 40 vezes que liguei...
Aih nao sonhei mais com isso.
Em 2006 algo aconteceu entre a gente uma unica vez.
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Blow (2001)
Johnny Depp is the main character again with a real story.
George Jung was the biggest cocaine trafficker in the United States
of all time.
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Johnny Depp protagoniza de novo com um papel veridico.
George Jung foi o maior traficante de cocaina dos Estados Unidos
de todos os tempos.
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The da Vinci Code (2006)
With Tom Hanks.
This one is a trip. About a little metal thing made by
Leonardo da Vinci with some information inside.
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Com Tom Hanks.
Esse eh moh viagem. Sobre um negocinho de metal feito por
Leonardo da Vinci com umas informaçoes dentro.
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Elite Squad (2007)
Wagner Moura.
A story about a BOPE captain.
Unfortunately the real captain was a coward that was
relieved from the force.
He hid in a bar while his buddies got shot.
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Wagner Moura.
Uma historia de um capitao do BOPE.
Infelizmente o cara da vida real eh um cagao que foi
retirado da força por covardia.
Se escondeu em um bar enquanto os seus companheiros levavam bala.
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Gamer (2009)
In this one a boy controls a real human
inside of a first person shooter like Counter-Strike.
His woman is in another game.
The arena of the other game is like Second Life.
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Nesse rola um garoto controlando um ser humano de verdade
em um jogo de tiro estilo Counter-Strike.
A mulher dele tah em outro jogo.
A arena do outro jogo eh estilo Second Life.
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Elysium (2013)
With Wagner Moura! A human colony was made outside of Earth.
People are dying on the planet from various types of diseases. A guy
wants to save a human or maybe more than just one with Elysium's technology.
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Com Wagner Moura! Uma colonia humana foi feita fora da Terra.
E a galera tah morrendo no planeta com varios tipos de doenças. Um cara
quer salvar as pessoas com a tecnologia de Elysium.
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Transcendence (2014)
Johnny Depp is dying but his friends transfer
his conscience to a computer...
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Johnny Depp tah morrendo mas os amigos dele transferem
a sua consciencia pra dentro de um computador...
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Edge of Tomorrow (2014)
Tom Cruise!
He dies in the war against aliens but for some reason...
He always goes back in time and keeps his memory intact.
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Tom Cruise!
Ele morre na guerra contra os alienigenas mas por algum motivo...
Sempre volta no tempo e continua com a memoria intacta.
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And my favourite of all time...
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The 13th Warrior (1999)
With Antonio Banderas! He was an ambassador from Bagdad
that was sent to the north because a powerful man
complained about him looking at his wife.
When he visits a tent of nordic men an old respectful woman
says that 13 warriors have to go assist another kingdom...
But the thirteenth cannot be a nord...
It has to be him!
Maybe because of the fact that I saw a great merchant from Syria in a shopping around here...
And having bought a beautiful box for ten brazilian reals that I will keep for the rest of my life.
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E o meu favorito de todos os tempos...
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The 13th Warrior (1999)
Com Antonio Banderas! Ele eh um embaixador de Bagdah
que foi mandado para o norte porque um cara poderoso
reclamou dele ter olhado pra mulher.
Quando visita uma tenda de nordicos uma velha respeitada
diz que 13 guerreiros precisam ir ajudar outro reino...
Mas o decimo terceiro nao pode ser um nordico...
Terah que ser ele!
Talvez pelo fato de eu ter visto um grande comerciante da Siria em um shopping por aqui...
E ter comprado uma bela caixa de dez reais que guardarei pro resto da vida.
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I think that the first movie that I ever saw in a cinema was
Turtles 3 from 1993. Unforgettable.
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Acho que o primeiro filme que vi no cinema foi o
Tartarugas Ninja 3 de 1993. Inesquecivel.
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I dont know if Kung Fury fits as a conventional movie.
But it was surely one of the best.
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Nao sei se Kung Fury se encaixaria como filme convencional.
Mas com certeza foi um dos melhores.
sábado, 10 de outubro de 2015
Subspacianism(random and not required)
The prayer may get you scared, but let the body move itself if it is not going to hit something and also do not move more than what your body allows.
In the prayer the body is cleaned up from bad connections and pain. The eyes balance themselves. The mind gets a clearer thought.
When throwing food in the trash you may mentally say "for our allies, bacteria and fungus". This will give you microscopic protection.
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A reza pode deixar voce espantado, mas deixe o corpo se movimentar caso nao vah bater em algo e tambem nao vah fazer um movimento maior do que o seu corpo suporta.
Na reza o corpo eh limpo de conexoes com coisas ruins e dor. Os olhos se balanceiam. A mente fica com um pensamento mais nitido.
Ao jogar comida no lixo pode dizer mentalmente "para nossos aliados, bacterias e fungos". Isso te darah uma proteçao microscopica.
sexta-feira, 9 de outubro de 2015
Dictionary(AnImoL's Dictionary)
Insanity
The lack of ability to understand what another person or individual is trying to communicate results in both parties classifying each other as insane.
But according to Vaas Montenegro it is doing something over and over again expecting things to change.
Confusion
The lack of ability to understand something. It may be caused by infinite means. A few examples are too many inputs at the same moment and those can not be processed by a clear impossibility to think about a lot of things at the same moment and in that same moment get logical conclusions about each subject, individually. Lack of dialect knowledge. Proposital attempts at hiding or giving false information.
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Insanidade
A falta de habilidade de entender o que outra pessoa ou individuo quer comunicar resulta nos dois lados classificarem-se como insanos.
Mas de acordo com o Vaas Montenegro eh fazer algo repetidas vezes esperando obter alguma mudança no resultado.
Confusao
A falta de habilidade para entender algo. Pode ser causada por um numero infinito de formas. Alguns exemplos sao muitas entradas de informaçao ao mesmo tempo que nao podem ser processadas por uma clara impossibilidade de pensar em varias coisas ao mesmo tempo e conseguir conclusoes logicas sobre cada uma, individualmente. Falta de conhecimento do dialeto. Tentativas propositais de esconder ou dar informaçoes falsas.
The lack of ability to understand what another person or individual is trying to communicate results in both parties classifying each other as insane.
But according to Vaas Montenegro it is doing something over and over again expecting things to change.
Confusion
The lack of ability to understand something. It may be caused by infinite means. A few examples are too many inputs at the same moment and those can not be processed by a clear impossibility to think about a lot of things at the same moment and in that same moment get logical conclusions about each subject, individually. Lack of dialect knowledge. Proposital attempts at hiding or giving false information.
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Insanidade
A falta de habilidade de entender o que outra pessoa ou individuo quer comunicar resulta nos dois lados classificarem-se como insanos.
Mas de acordo com o Vaas Montenegro eh fazer algo repetidas vezes esperando obter alguma mudança no resultado.
Confusao
A falta de habilidade para entender algo. Pode ser causada por um numero infinito de formas. Alguns exemplos sao muitas entradas de informaçao ao mesmo tempo que nao podem ser processadas por uma clara impossibilidade de pensar em varias coisas ao mesmo tempo e conseguir conclusoes logicas sobre cada uma, individualmente. Falta de conhecimento do dialeto. Tentativas propositais de esconder ou dar informaçoes falsas.
Filosofia(amadora)
Romancista - Palavras faceis, parece que esta acontecendo(best: Judo Class Day)
Ensaista - Palavras mais dificeis, cientifico (best: Exemplificaçao das Recompensas)
Povo
Historia
fatos transformados em simbolos que sao reconhecidos por qualquer individuo
classes sociais, idades, relaçoes familiares, relaçoes interpessoais, criminalidade
dizer porque uma pessoa faz a sua açao
Pedro mijou.
Pedro mijou porque estava com a bexiga estourando.
Pedro mijou porque a sua bexiga nao comportava mais liquido e estava doendo de tao cheia.
Pedro mijou? s/n
Pedro mijou aonde?
Pedro mijou por que?
Pedro mijou e depois o que aconteceu com ele?
Foi bom para Pedro ter mijado? Por que?
Ensaista - Palavras mais dificeis, cientifico (best: Exemplificaçao das Recompensas)
Povo
Historia
fatos transformados em simbolos que sao reconhecidos por qualquer individuo
classes sociais, idades, relaçoes familiares, relaçoes interpessoais, criminalidade
dizer porque uma pessoa faz a sua açao
Pedro mijou.
Pedro mijou porque estava com a bexiga estourando.
Pedro mijou porque a sua bexiga nao comportava mais liquido e estava doendo de tao cheia.
Pedro mijou? s/n
Pedro mijou aonde?
Pedro mijou por que?
Pedro mijou e depois o que aconteceu com ele?
Foi bom para Pedro ter mijado? Por que?
quinta-feira, 8 de outubro de 2015
Futuro
Estive olhando velhos papeis de escola e pensei...
|||Criaçao de filhos caso existam|||
Com certeza vou fornecer uma mesada nem que seja de apenas um real.
Tambem oferecerei pagamentos por serviços prestados, caso encontre algum que ele possa realizar.
Deixarei claro que o portugues vem em primeiro lugar, depois a matematica. O meu pai fez isso certo.
Terei certeza de que ele possui MEMORIA. Na minha criaçao percebi que eu era apenas um zumbi ou drone, sem pensamento algum. Uma forma de praticar isso eh com um diario. Explicarei que nem tudo precisa ser anotado e que podemos tambem utilizar palavras mais amenas para nao dizer coisas muito severas sobre outras pessoas ou nos mesmos. 17 anos de luta sem um pai ateh nao precisar de um e 13 anos com um blog me fizeram ver algumas coisas boas.
Oferecerei instrumentos musicais jah que sei que eles aumentam muito a capacidade cerebral, mesmo sem nenhuma musica definida.
Infelizmente soh descobri isso em 2001, quando jah havia terminado o segundo grau.
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I was looking at some old school papers and I thought...
|||Child Raising|||
I am surely going to give him some allowance, even if it is only a dollar per month.
I will also offer payment for services, if he is able to do it.
I will make clear that his native language comes first, then maths. My father did this right.
I will make sure that he has MEMORY. I have realised that in my first years I was just a zombie or drone, without any form of thought. A way of practicing that is with a diary. I will explain to him that not everything has to be noted and that we can also use softer words to preserve other people and ourselves. Seventeen years without a father until I finally did not need one anymore and thirteen with a blog have let me see some good things about life.
I will offer him musical instruments since I know that they heighten brain capacity a lot, even without any defined song.
Unfortunately I have realised this only in 2001, when I had already finished high school.
|||Criaçao de filhos caso existam|||
Com certeza vou fornecer uma mesada nem que seja de apenas um real.
Tambem oferecerei pagamentos por serviços prestados, caso encontre algum que ele possa realizar.
Deixarei claro que o portugues vem em primeiro lugar, depois a matematica. O meu pai fez isso certo.
Terei certeza de que ele possui MEMORIA. Na minha criaçao percebi que eu era apenas um zumbi ou drone, sem pensamento algum. Uma forma de praticar isso eh com um diario. Explicarei que nem tudo precisa ser anotado e que podemos tambem utilizar palavras mais amenas para nao dizer coisas muito severas sobre outras pessoas ou nos mesmos. 17 anos de luta sem um pai ateh nao precisar de um e 13 anos com um blog me fizeram ver algumas coisas boas.
Oferecerei instrumentos musicais jah que sei que eles aumentam muito a capacidade cerebral, mesmo sem nenhuma musica definida.
Infelizmente soh descobri isso em 2001, quando jah havia terminado o segundo grau.
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I was looking at some old school papers and I thought...
|||Child Raising|||
I am surely going to give him some allowance, even if it is only a dollar per month.
I will also offer payment for services, if he is able to do it.
I will make clear that his native language comes first, then maths. My father did this right.
I will make sure that he has MEMORY. I have realised that in my first years I was just a zombie or drone, without any form of thought. A way of practicing that is with a diary. I will explain to him that not everything has to be noted and that we can also use softer words to preserve other people and ourselves. Seventeen years without a father until I finally did not need one anymore and thirteen with a blog have let me see some good things about life.
I will offer him musical instruments since I know that they heighten brain capacity a lot, even without any defined song.
Unfortunately I have realised this only in 2001, when I had already finished high school.
terça-feira, 6 de outubro de 2015
Passado
Lembro do primeiro jogo que eu vi no Mega Drive no supermercado. Era Altered Beast de 1988.
A musica sensacional. Graficos maravilhosos. A jogabilidade parecia perfeita.
O cara falava POWER UP!
O primeiro que vi no Master System foi Alex Kidd que vinha na memoria.
No Atari 2600 acho que foi Pac-Man.
No MSX nao sei qual foi o primeiro. Mas gostava muito de um com um pinguim que chutava os blocos de gelo.
Depois quando vi no fliperama em Caldas Novas fiquei muito feliz. Tambem vi pela primeira vez video poquer lah.
Grande hotel Caldas Thermas Clube. Das patacas que valiam dinheiro.
Tambem vi Tartarugas Ninja lah em Caldas Novas. Que jogo maneiro. Eu era viciado em assistir as tartarugas na televisao.
Ah sim pra conseguir um MSX tinha uma loja gigante com nome vermelho perto de um McDonalds. Devia ser a Mesbla.
Comi McDonalds pela primeira vez uns 10 anos depois. Nem me importava com comida. E nem sabia qual era o nome da lanchonete.
Entao lah na loja vi a apresentaçao do MSX. Vinham varios lapis de cor pintando na tela. Que maravilha.
Aih em casa colocamos o cartucho de novo e vimos que tinha ateh receita de sopa de ervilha.
Compramos depois um cartucho com Super Cobra da Konami do helicoptero e BOULDER DASH!!
Lembro que uma vez mijei nas calças porque estava numa fase muito adiantada. Era uma aonde as pedras caiam e viravam diamantes. Era a fase H1.
Papai tinha um amigo com MSX que fornecia varios jogos pra gente. Papai soh comprava os disquetes.
Antes era com fita cassete. Que coisa demorada.
Aih descobrimos que com uma lampada em cima o drive de disquete esquentava mais rapido!
O resultado foi o derretimento de um disquete que tinha o jogo Antartic Adventure.
Foi muito legal tambem depois do Mega Drive com um Super Nintendo que jah vinha com o cartucho Super Mario World.
No Atari 2600 o meu favorito era o Dragon Fire. Tambem curtia o Adventure. Um RPG com dragoes, lanças, chaves e uma taça que quando levada ateh o seu castelo amarelo resultava na vitoria.
O meu favorito no MSX era o Elite. Fingia estar dentro de uma nave de verdade como o comandante Jameson e ia matando todos os piratas para conseguir o que tinham na bagagem. Poucas vezes vi as Thargoids que sempre me matavam. Entrar nas estaçoes sem um computador autodock era muito dificil.
Terramex tambem era muito bom. Um dos personagens parecia com o nosso tio.
MSX da Gradiente. Grande empresa.
A musica sensacional. Graficos maravilhosos. A jogabilidade parecia perfeita.
O cara falava POWER UP!
O primeiro que vi no Master System foi Alex Kidd que vinha na memoria.
No Atari 2600 acho que foi Pac-Man.
No MSX nao sei qual foi o primeiro. Mas gostava muito de um com um pinguim que chutava os blocos de gelo.
Depois quando vi no fliperama em Caldas Novas fiquei muito feliz. Tambem vi pela primeira vez video poquer lah.
Grande hotel Caldas Thermas Clube. Das patacas que valiam dinheiro.
Tambem vi Tartarugas Ninja lah em Caldas Novas. Que jogo maneiro. Eu era viciado em assistir as tartarugas na televisao.
Ah sim pra conseguir um MSX tinha uma loja gigante com nome vermelho perto de um McDonalds. Devia ser a Mesbla.
Comi McDonalds pela primeira vez uns 10 anos depois. Nem me importava com comida. E nem sabia qual era o nome da lanchonete.
Entao lah na loja vi a apresentaçao do MSX. Vinham varios lapis de cor pintando na tela. Que maravilha.
Aih em casa colocamos o cartucho de novo e vimos que tinha ateh receita de sopa de ervilha.
Compramos depois um cartucho com Super Cobra da Konami do helicoptero e BOULDER DASH!!
Lembro que uma vez mijei nas calças porque estava numa fase muito adiantada. Era uma aonde as pedras caiam e viravam diamantes. Era a fase H1.
Papai tinha um amigo com MSX que fornecia varios jogos pra gente. Papai soh comprava os disquetes.
Antes era com fita cassete. Que coisa demorada.
Aih descobrimos que com uma lampada em cima o drive de disquete esquentava mais rapido!
O resultado foi o derretimento de um disquete que tinha o jogo Antartic Adventure.
Foi muito legal tambem depois do Mega Drive com um Super Nintendo que jah vinha com o cartucho Super Mario World.
No Atari 2600 o meu favorito era o Dragon Fire. Tambem curtia o Adventure. Um RPG com dragoes, lanças, chaves e uma taça que quando levada ateh o seu castelo amarelo resultava na vitoria.
O meu favorito no MSX era o Elite. Fingia estar dentro de uma nave de verdade como o comandante Jameson e ia matando todos os piratas para conseguir o que tinham na bagagem. Poucas vezes vi as Thargoids que sempre me matavam. Entrar nas estaçoes sem um computador autodock era muito dificil.
Terramex tambem era muito bom. Um dos personagens parecia com o nosso tio.
MSX da Gradiente. Grande empresa.
domingo, 4 de outubro de 2015
Velho Blog
"Que interessante iniciei o meu antigo blog em 19 de outubro de 2002,
e em 24 de abril de 2003 eu ja falava em jogar Dungeons and Dragons:
Shadow Over Mystara no Kaillera."
Essa foi de uma conversa com o senhor biscoito.
O velho blog começou em 19 de outubro de 2002 e foi ateh o fim de junho de 2015.
Quase 13 anos de lifesucks.blogger.com.br
Agora vivemos no lifesucksanimol.blogspot.com !
Lembro tambem que a primeira publicaçao foi sobre um africano que falou que se o time dele perdesse ele se mataria. Nao deu outra. O time perdeu, ele bebeu algo de um vidrinho, começou a se debater que nem uma lagartixa com caimbra e morreu. Eu tinha muita inveja dele e queria muito um vidrinho daqueles. Mas felizmente nao preciso mais, pois a vida eh boa mais uma vez. E nunca deixarah de ser. Começou a ficar ruim em 1994 com o divorcio dos pais. Foi uma jornada dificil. Ateh 2011, quando consegui fazer um manual de sobrevivencia extra-corporea. Em 2013 fiz a minha religiao e descobri que talvez seja possivel que cada consciencia seja imortal. Ah sim, nao podemos esquecer de 2001-2002 quando comprei uma saida da dificuldade cotidiana humana.
17 anos de luta sem papai e contra muitos monstros, dos 11 aos 28(1994-2011)
Essa foi de uma conversa com o senhor biscoito.
O velho blog começou em 19 de outubro de 2002 e foi ateh o fim de junho de 2015.
Quase 13 anos de lifesucks.blogger.com.br
Agora vivemos no lifesucksanimol.blogspot.com !
Lembro tambem que a primeira publicaçao foi sobre um africano que falou que se o time dele perdesse ele se mataria. Nao deu outra. O time perdeu, ele bebeu algo de um vidrinho, começou a se debater que nem uma lagartixa com caimbra e morreu. Eu tinha muita inveja dele e queria muito um vidrinho daqueles. Mas felizmente nao preciso mais, pois a vida eh boa mais uma vez. E nunca deixarah de ser. Começou a ficar ruim em 1994 com o divorcio dos pais. Foi uma jornada dificil. Ateh 2011, quando consegui fazer um manual de sobrevivencia extra-corporea. Em 2013 fiz a minha religiao e descobri que talvez seja possivel que cada consciencia seja imortal. Ah sim, nao podemos esquecer de 2001-2002 quando comprei uma saida da dificuldade cotidiana humana.
17 anos de luta sem papai e contra muitos monstros, dos 11 aos 28(1994-2011)
sexta-feira, 2 de outubro de 2015
Cotidiano
That moment when you live more than 22 years on the same spot and you have to show your identity card to be allowed in your building that has only one single entrance.
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Aquele momento quando voce vive mais de 22 anos no mesmo lugar e tem que mostrar a sua identidade para ter a entrada permitida no predio que possui uma unica entrada.
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Aquele momento quando voce vive mais de 22 anos no mesmo lugar e tem que mostrar a sua identidade para ter a entrada permitida no predio que possui uma unica entrada.
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