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maybe the course of things is really about to be change. Maybe the stream of time is to be deviated from its original course, or even maybe it is just about to keep up with fate. What the future holds? ...that I cannot tell. I wouldn´t dare to if I could. ...but the thing is that the more I think things are going A, things go B. ...that´s fine, I like B a lot... ...I just don´t know exactly what to do with A, and whether something must be done with it at all. ...that is for time to show and for me to decide. No use digging on it right now... by the time the decision would be relevant it would have to be updated. ...anyway... the beauty of it all is that is completely unexpected.
and let there be light
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The Glass Prison (Dream Theater - 6DOIT)
I. Reflection
Cunning, Baffling, Powerful
Been beaten to a pulp
Vigorous, Irresistable
Sick and tired and laid low
Dominating, Invisible
Black-out, loss of control
Overwhelming, Unquenchable
I'm powerless, have to let go
I can't escape it
It leaves me frail and worn
Can no longer take it
Senses tattered and torn
Hopeless surrender
Obsession's got me beat
Losing the will to live
Admitting complete defeat
Fatal Descent
Spinning around
I've gone too far
To turn back round
Desperate attempt
Stop the progression
At any length
Lift this obsession
Crawling to my glass prison
A place where no one knows
My secret lonely world begins
So much safer here
A place where I can go
To forget about my daily sins
Life here in my glass prison
A place I once called home
Fall in nocturnal bliss again
Chasing a long lost friend
I no longer can control
Just waiting for this hopelessness to end
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I guess nonsense posts are becoming my specialty. Babbling and babbling about all sort of random stuff... I guess that's very uncool. Perhaps I am wrong, perhaps I am just babbling again. ...mmm then again, it seems I am really babbling again. But who cares? Of course, I certainly hope that you, my loyal readers, will forgive this constant lapse of good sense, holding back every impulse of piercing through my chest with a wooden spoon.
The Plop theory has a whole new meaning to me now... it seems time will give me one more chance to babble and babble again and again and over and over about all these useless and meaningless subjects. Yeah, I am just typing and typing so this post gets bigger. A journal of useless stuff!
yeeeehaaaaaaa!!!
so let me write you all a poem:
oh crap oh crap
my lamp has gone blind
the tree is outside the laptop
Medic!!!
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I think it's necessary for us all to be brought aboard our own drifting minds. I think we should all wander around the empty spaces of our mindful thoughts, and maybe get lost in the process. Leave an empty iron bucket behind, so a random old lady can trip and break her nose on the floor. Survive a nuclear strike eating Kit-Kat for 30 years, and go outside as a teethless person, just to find out that the nuclear raid was but an unsuccesful marketing campaign. Live a meaningless life, watching sports channels, weaving sweaters and banging your children on the head with a flagpole. Putting a cellphone inside our ears to see if the microwaves will boil our brains. Singing Lionel Ritchie's songs until someone comes and chops your head off with a polearm. Playing dead. Eating pork ribs. Playing with our own hair.
I think it's necessary for us all to get acquainted with our own selves.
"I don't believe in destiny
or the guiding hand of fate
I don't believe in forever
or love as a mystical state
I don't believe in the stars or the planets
or angels watching from above
but I believe there's a ghost of a chance
we can find someone to love
and make it la-aaast"
...well... maybe I do believe in all that.
maybe not. will have to get back to you on that. Ask me again in 60 years or so.
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I started a cool post a while ago.
but fate it was that it was lost.
so here goes an uncool post.
and fate it seems that fate will be
tough as none of you foresee
without a glimpse of what's to come
mistakes that cannot be undone
we'll draw ourselves to the endless night
where dreams will show they can be right
and when the sun touches our land
our lives will turn to sinful sand
the eyes I see shall meet with mine
as both our memories intertwine
the eyes I see will turn away
as the endless night turns into day
My heart'll wait 'til the stars go out
and see those changes bring about
the doubt, the pain, the sparkling gaze
the exit to this cloudy maze
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...things are getting along pretty well... but not all things. I just lost control over my notebook... really pissed right now, better blog later. see ya
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Finally, this time I am really posting here. We have established an office right in Sandton, less than 100m from the Sandton Convention Center, where the most important events will be held. We have aircon, phones, cellphones, internet connection... well... if you can call that an internet connection.
Ever wondered how crappy internet can be? Come to South Africa! ...you'd be amazed. They call any v.90 56k dialup connection "Full Speed Internet" here. Really shameful. They have digital and analog leased lines (expeeeeensive, with 3 year minimum contract), the digital going up to 2Mbps... but nobody uses it. The closest they have to our broadband connections is ISDN and dual ISDN... and they are almost not used as well. I've been to a few cafes before finding this place here, and only one had a SINGLE dual ISDN connecting 20 terminals! ...that is insane, I know... well, this office facility here has 8 dual ISDNs, and Arnold (the Internet guy here) said he'd route 2 of them exclusively to us. ...we'll see that... anyway, I am about to profile a dialup dual ISDN connection and see how it turns out. I'm getting only around 32kbps upstream, and I need at least something around 90. Otherwise we have some serious re-planning to do.
Jo'burg is VERY beautiful, and is not africa at all. I've never seen so many Mercedes in one place... This actually looks like england and netherlands, but as clean as germany. In Sandton (where I am right now btw) there are policemen every corner... suppose we are going to need them. There are supposed to be criminals everywhere... weather here is fine, a little colder than in São Paulo, as we all expected. ...but not nearly half as well organized. traffic is messy, taxis take long to come by... and few natives speaking inteligible english (the white ones have the UK accent, which is very fine - with the others you just have to tell them to repeat over and over until you make something out of it). ...but they are always willing to help, specially after they find out we're from Brazil. They really treat us like their own... if not better.
Two days ago, in Hilton, I had Springbock (I guess that's spelled right, if not I will edit later. It's "carne de antílope")... unforgettable meal. Lamb SUCKS. Beef SUCKS. Pork SUCKS. ...guess I will need to go back to Hilton for lunch before I leave the country...
In short, everything is fine here for now. I'm just sitting here in the office, listening to Dream Theater, waiting for the rest of the crew and the equipment (they arrived in SA today) to arrive here to set everything up. Didn't even have lunch, I will grab a bite later. ...I need some extra sleep, you see...
Well everyone, this is CYX, from Johannesburg, South Africa, directly to La Baticueva!
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August 20, 3:30, GMT-3 (8:30 GMT+2)
...I am finally awake. I guess. ...only now I really believe I am actually in Johannesburg. ...yesterday was the mescalin day. Almost no sleep at all, we were "scouting" the surroundings for facilities and stuff... to no good. But I feel today will be somehow better... "I've got this feeling/ the tide is turning now, baby/ funny feeling/ everything is gonna be alright now"... well let me go, my crew is summoning me. We will go after our crappy ISDN connection now.
Medic!
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august 18, 11:13, GMT-3
...too bad I can't take a picture of this... The wide 747 wing, and the moonlit white clouds below... a starry sky nearly touching the clouds by an unseen horizon... really looks like a painting. ...one of those dark, surreal paintings... the clouds resemble stage smoke... yes, it seems that the earth is merely a stage, ready for a concert right now... the flashing star lights just expecting for something to happen. ...perhaps something is indeed bound to. ...this not to mention the Grieg songs that were on the plane's audio channel 8... ...a memory? ..."Gattaca"... I guess. ...I should now be in the very middle of the way, 4.5 hours after takeoff. Still a long way to go... ...between one song and another, a female voice comments something about the classical tunes. ...reminds me a LOT of Chatterbox (from GTA3)... ...and now I caught myself laughing... remembering one of the last times I was in Sanca... when I sat with Dag and Alex and we just stayed there listening to the Chatterbox... those are times to be registered, to be remembered. And to long for.
every now and then I can see something "drawn" on empty spaces between the clouds... very funny... I used to look for things on the clouds themselves, never on the empty spaces between them. ...well, there's a first time for (nearly) everything. ...maybe I just need some sleep... I certainly do so. ...Will arrive in Jo'burg 0400, GMT-3. Local time will be 0900, GMT+2. ...so there goes one regular night of my sleep (this is usually the time I sleep anyway).
...As soon as I get there, my #1 task is to set up a base. Is to set up us the bomb, and all your base are belong to us. Then I will take off every 'Zig'... If you are reading this boring-to-hell/pain-in-the-ass post, it is most certainly because I did manage to do so.
will shut the notebook down now... and let everyone here sleep...hahaha the light from the screen is really bothering even me.
CYX out!
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blog abandonado... é muito rolo pra ir pra Johannesburg, South Africa. Mas vou conseguir.
fora isso bati o carro hoje... que merda
me desejem sorte... viajo domingo. 9 horas de vôo.
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"It takes a big man to cry... but it takes an even bigger man to laugh at that man."
hahahah
Medic!
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Shed a tear 'cause I'm missin' you
I'm still alright to smile
Girl, I think about you every day now
Was a time when I wasn't sure
But you set my mind at ease
There is no doubt
You're in my heart now
Said, woman, take it slow
It'll work itself out fine
All we need is just a little patience
Said, sugar, make it slow
And we come together fine
All we need is just a little patience
patience
Mm, yeah
I sit here on the stairs
'Cause I'd rather be alone
If I can't have you right now
I'll wait, dear
Sometimes I get so tense
But I can't speed up the time
But you know, love
There's one more thing to consider
Said, woman, take it slow
And things will be just fine
You and I'll just use a little patience
Said, sugar, take the time
'Cause the lights are shining bright
You and I've got what it takes
To make it, We won't fake it,
I'll never break it
'cause I can't take it
...little patience, mm yeah, mm yeah
need a little patience, yeah
just a little patience, yeah
some more patience, yeah
need some patience, yeah
could use some patience, yeah
gotta have some patience, yeah
all it takes is patience,
just a little patience
is all you need
I been walkin' the streets at night
Just tryin' to get it right
Hard to see with so many around
You know I don't like
Being stuck in the crowd
And the streets don't change
But baby the name
I ain't got time for the game
Cause I need you
Yeah, yeah, but I need you
Oo, I need you
Whoa, I need you
Oo, all this time
(Guns N' Roses - Patience)
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mmm não sei o que houve... passei 3 dias inteiros sem postar! E nem era fds!!!
...bom... agora sim eu to fu... haha 15 dias na áfrica do sul... saio dia 20 de tardezinha. ...everyone, wish me some luck willya?
que legal! a Aninha postou no 11:59 de novo, depois de muito tempo de celibato blogueiro. Way to go Aninha! *cheers* *cheers*
...hoje vou pra Jaú... vou ver se consigo sair daqui lá prumas 4 da tarde...
mal consigo segurar a ansiedade... mas tudo vai dar certo. Eu sei. Pois o futuro está certo.
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esse post é uma tentativa de atrair mais visitantes desavisados ao baticueva
tudo pelo ibope!
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e agora eu nao tenho nada de interessante mesmo pra escrever. ...tédio. tédio tédio.
mmm agora que eu to com speedy em casa a coisa mudou de figura... cs, starcraft... downloads monstro... coisas da vida, sabe? ..vou aproveitar e ver se pelo menos atualizo alguma coisa na minha homepage ( the new animate)
são essas pequenas coisas que transformam a vida da gente lentamente em algo insuportável... hahahaahahah
mmm acho que amanha chega meu DVD LOTR... happy happy happy joy joy joy!
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hahahaha cada figurinha que a gente encontra na net... a última figura ilustre mencionável é a Carina...
melhor que esse post acabe por aqui... o history dela tá competindo com o da tatak em nivel de bizarrice
pior que foi só eu por esse post no ar que a baticueva deu pau... vamos ver quando vai arrumar!
esse eu agarantio!
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estava eu a dialogar com uma das fiéis leitoras do Baticueva hoje, quando me lembrei de um fato engraçado...
...o Morcegão virou lenda na escola onde estudou o colegial... Certa vez me peguei conversando com alguém, e a pessoa me contando de coisas que supostamente um tal de "Morcegão", que estudou no terceirao em 95 teria feito... coisa de lenda urbana mesmo...
...mal sabia o infeliz que estava falando com o próprio Morcegão... é claro que eu nao disse nada!
vai falar o que pra esse povinho?
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to pensando em diminuir um pouco a fonte padrao do Baticueva... deixar ela mais ou menos do tamanho da do megafone. o que acham?
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aaargh essa espera, essa distância está me matando.
preciso manter minha mente ocupada...
preciso de um filme longo e muito bom...
de um trabalho interessante e muito trabalhoso...
de um coma profundo de uns 6 meses...
preciso ser raptado por alienígenas
preciso cair de um precipício
preciso ser pego no meio de uma conspiração e ter que fugir de deus e o mundo pra ficar vivo
preciso conectar meu computador diretamente ao meu cérebro
preciso ficar burro
preciso virar um Jedi
preciso correr, correr, correr até meus músculos explodirem
preciso comer 2kg de salada de macarrão
preciso ser capturado pela Section 1
ser treinado pelo Michael Samuelle
e me preocupar diariamente em não ser cancelado
preciso acordar e descobrir que sou um peixe
ou uma planária
ou uma GeForce 4 Ti
preciso deflagrar meus ideais (embora o Alex discorde do verbo)
preciso sair de baixo de meu manto negro e vestir uma armadura colorida de power rangers
preciso vestir meu manto negro de novo
preciso cortar o cabelo
e trocar a embreagem do carro
preciso estar perdido em algum lugar sem comunicação
preciso lembrar de levar uma faca
preciso parar de contar as horas
os minutos
e preciso parar de pegar o telefone
preciso aguentar e retomar minha posição de Sniper
porque preciso daquilo
preciso dela
e preciso estar inteiro pra poder aproveitar
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bling bling primeiro post dessa belezinha de notebook que caiu na minha mao aqui... é divertido...
mmmm vi MIIB ontem... shallow and funny... curti pacas!
mmm to meio sem o que dizer agora... talvez depois...
tomara que tenha chegado meu kit speedy!
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