mann, how wussy is a cold?!

imagine a great barbaric warrior in the middle of a battlefield, coughing and sneezing delicately. achoo! i'm a wuss.

been thinking

after being lapped by a man with a baby stroller, i asked him what his secret was? he said he didn't know, he just got into a "rhythm". ahh, the runner's rhythm... the runner's high... the second wind... so much spirit in running.

more so, i like the nifty terms to describe things we all feel. the best ones are like 2-3 words max, and have a sweet ring to it. so, i say i wanna keep running to get that runner's high. and everyone immediately understands me.

rhar rhar, like a dungeon dragon

first i'd like to thank you people, for all the support. my blog is a blooming success. thanks to your efforts and my ad-sense, my blog has earned a whopping $1.39... keep it up guys, and it will certainly mean an early retirement for me. hehe. i love you all.

well, let me first say that all this time i've had writer's block. bbut , there has been a lot on my mind that i don't want to talk about. and think it would be good to write it down. it's all very scientific in nature. so stay tuned, maybe i'll say some of it here.

yeah, whatever, i don;t really care what you think

i think i got it. my premordiality. all the pieces of the puzzles are starting to fit into place, you see. my race. my face. my times. these lines i keep writing. i got TO keep fighting. i got TO keep fighting.

grow my hair like samson till it reach moon. never groomed, roaming the earth with no mirror. (my looks will eventually wither.)you see, i need not a spouse, nor a house. judging me. so sick of society. society keeps trying me. and making me feel inferior. but as shure as there is a heaven, and all the missspellings (i make in my esse), i'm gonna find a way. to just be free.

to just be free
to just be free
no more society judging me
to just be free
to just be free
no more society judging me
TO JUST BE FREE
TO JUST BE FREE
NO MORE SOCIETY JUDGING ME
TO JUST BE FREE!
TO JUST BE FREE!!
NO MORE SOCIETY!!!


hey! Hey! no more competitions. on whose better. it's all the differences that makes us similar. all the tiny little things we do. like growing my fro. you growing your money tree. i'm gonna find a way for us. to just be free.

tech advice

technology is interesting. because working on it can teach you how to live, but relying on it may be exactly how you don't want to live. let me explain. what drives technology is a need, or at the very least, an inconvenience. it sparks curiousity and creativity to think up unique ideas and ways to use nature. Then there is the initial failure that comes with trying things that have never been tested. This teaches you a rare discipline and patience. Then finally executing your strategy succesfully, gives you a confidence and a determination like no other. These are great qualities. On the other hand, the user of your product is given something immediately to play with, dulling their curiousity. It may do everything for them, making them lazy... or worse takes away their job, killing their confidence :) ... so with these positive and negative effects, it is hard to say whether i am for or against technological advancement(?)... fine art is interesting. like that which is placed in museums. it can be like technology, in the sense, of being every bit as innovative... and challenging to the creator, as well. pushing their hearts and minds to enormous depths; giving them unique gifts and lessons about life and nature in the process. as far as what it does to the receiver of the product is different, however. in a way, the viewer isn't given something "functional". they can't take it home / try it on / it won't do their work for them. it requires THEM to work. it requires them to think and feel, in a very trying meditative way. it is SHARING. it gives them some of the gifts that the creator had recieved.

why it's fun to raise kids

man, hilarious:

is fast food economical?

why does wendy's have in the back , a huge container labeled "Recycled Kitchen Grease"... i wonder.

too many things

i know from experience i should avoid too many things, but i can't really help it. after starving, you tend to eat a little bit more i presume. sometimes to the point of gluttony. i always feel bad when i eat too much. or spend too much. or make too many appointments. and as much as i watch myself fall into traps over and over again, i feel like i still make a lot of the same mistakes. the problem is i do not have a good solution... a large part of it IS curiousity. and i feel curiousity leads to creativity leads to exploration leads to enjoyment. that is all good, but when do you stop? it is not fair that you hear a huge rumbling in your stomach when you are hungry, and only a tiny little voice in your head that says "hey maybe you should stop", when you are over-eating... as animals who have gained dulled senses over the years, i feel we need good alert systems to tell us when to discontinue things, and when to move on. and i mean in all aspects of life...

lyrics by Ben Folds Five

I feel like a quote out of context
With holding the rest
So I can be for you what you want to see
I got the gestures and sounds
Got the timing down
Its uncanny, yeah
Youd think it was me
Do you think I should take a class
To lose my southern accent?
Did I make me up
Or make the face til it stuck?
I do the best imitation of myself.

The problem with you speech
You gave me was fine
I liked the theories about
My little stage
And I swore I was listening
But I started drifting
Around the part about me
Acting my age
And now if its all the same
Ive people to entertain
I juggle one handed
Do some magic tricks and
The best imitation of myself

Maybe Im thinking
Myself in a hole
Wondering who I am
When I ought to know
Straighten up now
Time to go
Fool somebody else
Fool somebody else

Last night I was
East with them
And west within
Trying to be for you
What you want to see
But I cant help it
With you the good and bad
Comes through
Dont want you hanging out
With no one but me
Now if its all the same
It comes from the same place
And if my minds somewhere else
You wont be able to tell
I do the best imitation of myself
Yes its uncanny to see
Youd really think it was me
The best imtitation of myself
Do the best imitation of myself

don't worry

there is nothing to worry about. 'cause as life continues there will always be something to blog about. always something going on, always some issue, always some adventure. life stays busy like that. so learn not to worry about it. it is just a test. just a test akin to those things they used to give you in grade school. those things that matter little to you now (now that you are grown and understand how to count).

if your mind still has control over your soul. then beat it into submission, through diet, meditation, and exercise. seek guidance from God. though not necessarily in that order.

i'm not desperate but something (definately) is missing.

sitting here on all my chairs
one eye closed , still no tears
i wish they would come
get it out already
the pain shoots up and down
like a gun sometimes ,
but only the numbness' steady

i wish i could diagnose this sickness
i wish i could diagnose this sickness

half-asleep watching what
i used to call my favorite movie sometime ago
it rings a bell
i don't think it is my favorite now
but if you put the pieces together
it tells a story of
what i must have been

i have been places before
far and away
near and close by
i see many people
billions
they all repeat with basic patterns
and so i merge them by the stereotypes

and that has been enough for me to get me by
it is only a few times, i actually stop
and say why
and then again

i wish the world would stop spinning
i wish the world would stop spinning
on its axis
for a bit, to explain this

i'm a little confused
this world
my world? our world?
which one is this?

i haven't found the reason to be pissed or be angry
or be sad or content
it's only the numbness steady

...and in the back of my mind
i remember my old neighborhood
but it is where i am now
that seems to stick the most


...trying to forget
but still i remember
all the things i still
can;t remember...

nothing like piccachu

two (three, four, infinity) names

got a new name yesterday: Pirata, cause of my new style of covering half of my right eye (and the whole right side of my face) with my green and black (Nvidia) head wrap. Ana managed to pull it down on my face when we played the game. During class, Mestre scolded me, jokingly... he said something like, "you need two, three, four eyes in the roda, not just one". in any case, i am always proud to gain a new name.

actions without a cause is the only true freedom

good and bad. write or wrong? i'd rather right. thank you. nevermind. um... lot's of strange behaviour has been going on. i've been spending my saturdays at Prospect Park. heard a feint sound today while walking: it was a man sitting by himself playing a congo drum. seemed so free. i went up to him and asked him what kind of drum it was and how long he was playing. he said 10 years. i gave a look of admiration. told him i was interested in playing. he said every sunday like 3-5pm there are drum sessions on Ocean ave. wow. i left that man to his instrument and walked away some more... walked through some more bushes only to see a man in his blanket making weird gyrating motions. i thought only in new york (brooklyn), and just kept it moving. i walked through this path with tree cover, reminded me of some hikes i've been on (i really love this park). came across some kids skipping rocks by the lake. 1 or 2 times was the most they could do. some father figure pops out and shows em how it's done. he said you gotta do it sideways + you need a good rock. he flung one - and it skipped...1,2, 3, 4,5,6 infinity. i thought to myself wow. if only they made jobs for rock-skippers. this guy has a real talent.... afterwards, was looking for a quiet spot to practice my floreiros. couldn't find one. so i settled for a little grove of land where another father figure was teaching a boy soccer. i practiced the S-dobrado and the macaco. pretty soon, i see the father figure and the mother figure (she came later) on their heads, practicing headstands. little did they know, i was not doing yoga. hehe. i ran away, so as to look artsy... and went home finally. that day i had only ran 3.4 miles (earlier). but last week i must've ran like 5.5, feeling like a failure, cause i didn't see the finishing landmark i set, and ended up starting another lap (wondering why the places looked the same - i just thought the park was made of deja vu)... but i didn't finish that lap.

now i feel pretty good about the whole thing.