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| Why am I writing in Portuguese?
Hello, why haven't I written in Portuguese before? In the end it's just a monologue, so what should it matter?
Sinto, neste momento, que consigo parar a minha recentemente adquirida obsessão por Doctor Who. Essa sensação, aprentemente insignificante, é uma bóia perdida na Ilusão (com inicial maíuscula, porque me refiro à ilusão que eu tenho no lugar da "realidade").
Tenho de me agarrar a este resquício de sanidade mental! É tão pequeno e raro e... sobretudo volátil.
Tem sido despertado por detalhes como o botão da máquina de lavar e a Bíblia Satânica de LaVey. Está bem, se são essas as coisas que constituem a minha sanidade, mas ei, pelo menos está a tentar subir à superfície!
D:
E, no horizonte, avista-se a anarquia condicionada por todo este caos. Porque é o caos que conduz a minha realidade. | sugar level: Give lolipop   |
| So I was thinking... since I really, really like my OneWord sentences, I should post them.
I can totally bask in the magnificence of my cliffhanger two-liners! (Yeah, that's what they are: cliffhangers and two-liners.)
Notice how they all follow the same pattern? I think it's funny.
Cosmos (26th September 2009)
He looked at the sky, in all it's darkness of new moon nights. The lack of stars and light made him wonder if there really was a cosmos, or if a black hole had sucked it all into nothingness.
Reveal (28th September 2009)
She had kept it secret for a lot of time, but it was useless... she had to bring the little deer to a vet as soon as possible. Even if with that she revealed it's location to the enemy.
Mist (29th September 2009)
The fumes formed a thick mist that made it impossible to move further. He simply couldn't find a way to leave the burning house.
Crime (30th September 2009)
The blood splattered on the road gave off a nauseating smell. Quite a few people from the group were missing, but there was no body in sight. | | sugar level: Give lolipop |
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Just this week I met a bunch of ex-classmates - Isa, Toby*, Lily, Christian* and Donnie* - at the University, all at different times, all for less than five minutes, all only once.
It's kind of sad, but it brightened my day(s), sort of. Because Uni is boring. So very boring that some day I'll fall asleep instead of just dozing off. (I might be turning narcoleptic )
Negative Stuff:- I still didn't make any friends; that my class is mostly guys doesn't help. But some actually greet me, so it's okay.
- Teachers all come to class late; probably because there are no breaks, they make their own.
- The School System is as bad or even worse then the Highschool's.
- There are no schedules anywhere, nor are there any updated maps.
- I have classes in, like, 4 different building. No joke.
- Every time I need something, the according place is either closed or there's a huge line.
- Just the last 2 days I managed to handwrite 3 A5 pages during waiting time.
- Cellphone Tetris has been my main past-time.
Discoveries:- Science nerds prefer listening to House music, it seems; so I guessed right when some years ago I made up my Science Geek character, Deshaun.
- Some University students still use Computer Science class to surf the net instead of listening to the teacher... and I though that was a highschool thing!
- University students are immature, maybe even more so than Highschool students.
- Massacring Freshmen is only a custom in Portugal. And it's even more disgusting then I had assumed.
- The Heroes series is now too far fetched and screwed to be interesting. It makes you go WTF?! in a bad way.
- NCIS is still awesome. Did the fanservice pick up or am I just too much of a fangirl?
- OneNote 2007 is the most useful thing ever!
- Politics is Justice inverted: the President takes the role of the Jury, and the Assembly takes the role of the Judge.
*names changed for "privacy measures" that are just a disguise for stupid insider jokes between Aby and me.
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| Because this was so endearingly accurate. :D
You might've been a flapper in the 1920s. You possess the same reckless spirit that inspired women in the 1920s to cut their hair, wear short skirts, and flirt up a storm. If you get a kick out of acting and dressing in ways that other people find shocking, it could mean you were a flapper in a previous life. You're an independent spirit, and you tend to rebel against people in positions of authority. You like staying out late, and the wilder the plans are, the better -- you'd love to end up at an underground party where nobody gets in the door unless they know the password.
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| OH GOD.
I'M IN.
I can already see myself, a future mechanical engineer, building steam powered cute looking machines for a radical anti-governmental cell.
I'm one step closer to reform the world. xD;
I feel great.
Now I just have to find a way to deal with maths.
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| Today I made a new discovery. It actually seems I do those every day, haha.
I always suspected i didn't have the thing to be a proper artist. It's obvious I really don't, since today.
So yeah. How come?
I was looking at a hairstylist magazine when I noticed it. In a side view, the distance from the eye to the ear, and from the ear to the back of the head, is pretty much the same. And the the connection point of the neck is lined vertically from the eyes.
I had no idea, even though I have a head too. I guess I never actually look at people, or human figures, or whatever. I'm really stupid. How the hell do I think I'll ever improve if I keep this up?
I should buy hairstylist magazines or fashion magazines or something; anything with human figures in it.
And to top it off, when I got home and tried drawing a side view, it was actually way easier to add nice hair to it. I fail. So bad.
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On another topic, now I have a citizen card. It's all fancy looking in gray tones and actually fits in my pink miniature NASA sticker wallet.
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| I was going through my Luce and Floh snippets when I found a really crappy page in which I attempted to draw and write with my left hand.
It looks horrible.
I might scan it and stick it here just for kicks. xD; Or maybe not.
But, amidst all that crap, I sort of liked this ridiculous sentence I wrote.
It says: "When the sun shines it all goes to waste; all the hours it took to connect the cables; all the electric shocks suffered; all the sweat and hope and concentration to make the lights work."
xD;;
What a silly snippet! Does this mean my brain's right hemisphere has a better sense of humor then my left one?(*)
(*) take note that generally the right hemisphere controls the left side of your body and the left hemisphere the right side.
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| What is this? Another update this month? I haven't been this active since... February 2008! D: GASP!
I think I've been having a large amount of philosophical questions popping into my mind.
Just a while ago, there were two peculiar questions bothering me, but I forgot the first, so I'm only addressing the 2nd now:
Background: My neighbors have a cock (the animal, you know, male chicken) that sings at random moments all along the day and night.
Prelude: My mom said that the modern cock can't distinguish dusk from dawn, and so sings all day. (for some reason this amuses her greatly)
The Question: But isn't it the other way around? Why does the traditional cock only sing at dawn? Why should it keep silent all the remaining time? What's the reasoning behind such a peculiar behavior?
Don't you wonder? After all the dawn announced by the cock's singing is a classic scene for movies and comics and whatever.
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| I just found out something incredibly interesting about Judaism.
It all started with cereal bowls.
This morning I noticed all my regular cereal bowls were either in the washing machine or being used to store food. I didn't bother much with it, because my regular one, an almost ten years old 101 dalmatians bowl, was uniquely used by me.
That's what i thought until, after lunch, I found it with the remains of yesterday's stew. It's not such a big deal, i know; but i still told my mother we shouldn't use cereal bowls to store other food, because they'd start smelling funny.
"Maybe you were born a Jew." she said, as deadpan as ever. I didn't get the joke.
"How so?"
"It's a religious thing; they don't mix dishes. Certain cutlery is used for specific food, so a butter knife is only used for butter, and what cuts meat won't cut anything else."
"Wow, that's... really smart."
The idea of not mixing breakfast dishes with lunch dishes is quite admirable. It's clean. I admit that it sometimes bothers me a lot to know that the dishes I'm using were once used for a food I don't like (ugh, cheese). No matter if they're washed, you still know.
Maybe I'm just slightly OCD, but I'll surely start separating dishes. Surely.
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| O-M-G.
Why don't I ever update?
If I want to keep an active LJ I should consider getting a life.
I just had lunch with my parents and some family friends that are temporarily staying over. The table conversation somehow settled on sweet potatoes (you know, the ones that are purple outside and yellow inside, and taste really good) and they mentioned how it's impossible to find them in the Switzerland super markets. As I just learned, only sweet potatoes from Brazil and Africa (which aren't sweet in general) are sold in super markets; the portuguese ones can only be found in, how would you translate praça?, well, old fashioned markets.
That's when I realized that only portuguese people will ever be able to taste the really good sweet potatoes. It's sort of sad.
Then the conversation moved on to fish, and I realized that probably most people, world-wide speaking, aren't even able to tell apart types of fish if they ever had to choose some to buy.
In the end, I thought to myself it would be interesting to write a story set in Portugal, with portuguese characters and portuguese stuff.
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| Right.
The last time my computer crashed, I was really worried about not having posted here my most recent drabble (well, almost most recent).
I guess, in some way, internet is pretty safe for keeping stuff like this. Unless my account gets deleted, my drabbles keep here for eternity and I won't lose them in case my computer crashes.
So as to avoid worrying again about it, here it goes.
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| I wonder if my life is over.
I finished highschool, which was very unexpected.
I was counting on only finishing maths next year because I totally suck at it. I didn't have a good enough grade to pass, not even with the exam that counts 30%.
Even though i could enter the exam, i barely got the minimum grade necessary, a 10 out of 20. That meant i needed to have at least a 8,5 out of 20 in the exam to pass maths.
Funnily, next year are elections and the politicians currently on charges are so screwed that they decided to make the exams easier. That way, it would seem as if the Schooling got better (even though it got worse) and they'd have a chance of winning again.
The result is that I, who studied one weekend before the exam, passed it with a 12 out of 20. They made it easy like that.
And, in brilliant conclusion, miracles do exist. With the selfish help of politics. (As it seems, the government is good for something).
Thank you very much. I'm not prepared for real life yet. | | sugar level: 2 lolipop|Give lolipop |
| Well, i wanted to join the ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) slashy_kids community, and was doing some research on my favorite band, Scary Kids Scaring Kids, so i could write my first RPS ever.
Unfortunately, there isn't much info about the band members. The only thing i figured out is that Pouyan (keyboards) is totally crazy, the most popular among fans and is taking classes about film making or something (i already forgot). And Chad (guitar) is the quiet one, a bit to the shy side. About the other members i can't find anything relevant. Oh, right, i have the unconfirmed suspicion that Steve (guitar) is an anime fan.
Uhm, i have to study now, or attempt to... oh, the drama! | | sugar level: Give lolipop |
| Elaina joined LJ.
I have no idea how she figured out my accou- - wait, must have been the username.
...This didn't sound as humourful as it should have.
Writing the frustration out once in a while helps a lot. Especially if, while writing, you figure out solutions for your problems. For instance, since i started considering everyone an ant, the others don't bother me as much. It's still not perfected, but I'm working on it.
I feel happy. Happy and relieved. If i manage to de-evolve the others from ants to dust, i'll be cured forever! But it's harder than it seems, I'd have to think of something better than will-power alone.
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| Today was a very annoying day.
Here some reasons:
@psychology class: As it seems, lonely people have a shorter life span, are more affected by torture and fall ill much easier. Actually, if you deprive babies (or was it children?) from emotional contact and reduce the physical contact to a minimum, they lose their will at life and die.
While I was waiting for my ride home, which still had 90 minutes to go, I collected enough courage to ask two random girls who are there every friday, to be friends. Or something. I still had the psych class on my mind. Of course I made a fool of myself. They weren't inclined to accept from the beginning, and looked VERY uncomfortable with the unexpected situation. Here the shattering of my hopes:
Girl - You mean, as in taking part in our conversation?
Me - Something like that. What were you talking about?
Girl - (glances at the other girl) Guys.
Me - I see. Then i better go back. Bye.
I should have guessed. Why do girls only talk about boys?! It annoys me so much! I wish people would have interesting and fun conversations, but no... they talk about guys. Damnit!!
I wish I had friends.
My "friend" keeps ditching me. Truth be told, she only talks to me during class or when we meet at the locker. She doesn't even acknowledge me when she walks by. I hate it. I HATE HER. And during that already mentioned psych class she had the guts to... damn.
@psych class: The teacher was talking about eremites and asked if anyone thought they could live as eremites. And my "friend" had the damn audacity to point at me and say i could. Something like this:
Elaina - You could.
Me - No, I couldn't.
Elaina - You like being alone.
Me - No, I don't.
Elaina - But you're always alone!
Me - (pointedly look at her) Do I have any other choice? (which meant: because you ditch me all the time)
To top the magnificent day, I also figured that i'm about to fail math class. Actually, I'm not about to fail it, I'm going to fail it.
I wish I had friends AND were smart. | | sugar level: 6 lolipop|Give lolipop |
| Peanuts
Sesame
Bread
Olives
There's something highly addicting about these products.
They're my drugs.
I watched Finding Forrester yesterday. Yey for Gus Van Sant! | | sugar level: Give lolipop |
| This is really annoying.
1. The sudden urge to join the booklisters overwhelmed me. But then, my ego kicked in and my somatic markers made me realize... I just don't have the guts to be attacked merciless by literature fanatics that won't consider my devotion to books worthy enough for the community.
I always loved reading, but i never went for those 'deeper meaning' that literature classes try to feed you with. Meaning is irrelevant. And, mostly, a subjective matter that can't or shouldn't be judged.
Personally, I just love the thrill of the suspense (because my life is boring) and the electricity of the emotion (because i only can feel them through movies or books). Books are a complement for my life, you know, like vitamin tablets or something.
How would my list of 15 favourite books look like? Probably like this:
1. Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett
2. Animorphs - The Stranger by Katherine Applegate
3. Feeling Sorry For Celia by Jaclyn Moriarty
4. Over the Edge by Jonathan Kellerman
5. Idlewild by Nick Sagan
6. Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card
7. Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs
8. The Seventh M by Francisca Solar
9. Cry Wolf by Susan Gates
10. Anders (1) by Heike and Wolfgang Hohlbein
11. Fear the Year 2099 - Doomsday by John Peel (this series is so underrated)
12. Trainspotting by Irvine Welsh
13. The Oracle Betrayed by Catherine Fisher
14.The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams
15. [undecided, this one would be chosen randomly]
But can i reason my choices? Of course not. My choices are based on emotions, on what i felt by reading those books. And you can't describe emotions. If you try nonetheless, you'll get them wrong because you're rationalizing them.
Haha, as it seems studying for the psychology test left aftereffects. I still remember some of the stuff, how weird. That never happened before.
2. I also wanted to take a challenge at of_ficathon, but I'm not able to write a 3000 word story. The max i ever reached was around 2000, and i gave up on it as i give up on everything i ever write.
It made me feel so lame that i decided to challenge myself. And I'm going to write 3000 words even if it's the last i'll do. I gave myself a deadline, obviously. If i don't manage it, i'll change the deadline according to my damn incapacities. On day I'll be able to enter a ficathon contest. Definitely.
Someday I'll join a community. Surely.
I'm very hungry right now.
Better get something to eat. (crawls to the kitchen) | | sugar level: 2 lolipop|Give lolipop |
| @ psych class: When talking about Freud, the psychology teacher mentioned something bothersome, that left me thinking about how messed up human society is.
The something bothersome was that our subconscious (id) controls our desires, according to "I want to..." while our conscious (ego) and the inbetween part (superego) control reasoning and norms according to "I ought to...". And because of that, every human gives priority to the reasoning "I want to do this or that, but i shouldn't because i ought to do the other thing."
But why do we consider the Ought To more important than the Want To? In what way can something as abstract and unreasonable like Ought To prevail over our very important needs and wants?! Who ever considered something as impersonal as norms, as controlling and restricted as they are, to an extent where we favor it over our emotional sanity?!
That is so terrifyingly wrong.
I guess, somehow, i do believe in anarchy and the abolishment of those damn leashes that society puts us on. We shouldn't be repressed by something that we made up by ourselves (Ought To is, after all, only an illusion), much less when we have to give up on important things like our needs, wants, emotional gratification, mental health.
Wouldn't it be so awesome and freeing to be rid of that leash?
How far could we go? How greater happiness could we achieve?
We could be free.
We should be free. | | sugar level: Give lolipop |
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