Parties

Yesterday I went to two parties. The first one was a virtual one with some fellow Brazilian guys I talk to at Gaia Online. It was a themed party where the boys wear like girls and vice-versa. I stayed there for only one hour, but it was still fun! And it was also an interesting experience, finding out that, even though they would wear like the opposite gender, some of them would still constraint their minds to their actual gender. I mean, they don't like to play the role of the opposite sex. Consequently, would they be able to think as if they were the other party?
The other party I went to was at my friend's new home. He moved to a place just about 10 minutes away from where I am and we drunk, ate pizzas, listened to music, talked and played poker all the night. He found a really good place and we had a lot of fun. I can do a dealer now with my newly improved shuffling skills! Lol

The Art of Unrelated Things

I randomly came up with this title in my mind and it's so cool that I decided to use it as a new temporary address to my blog. Cool title, huh?

Introspection

I gotta find a way to deal with my sad introspections. I don't really believe introspections are sad by nature, but the opposite. It's a way to touch our inner most side, to not only see it's shape, but to feel it's essence. This sad side within me is something I probably can't do much anymore, but to leave it in a memory box, untouched. It hurts me, but it's mine to keep it.

Should I...

...celebrate three sad years?

Sleepy/tired weekend

For an unknown reason, I've been really tired/sleepy this weekend. I might relate to this the fact of visiting, last Friday, a health care unit, which was being quite crowded with people looking for anti-influenza vaccine, but I can't really say for sure.

Blogtherapy

To blog has been a therapy to me.

I've been a game addict between the end of 2009 and beginning of 2010. I failed many subjects due to that. The addict was back again in April of the current year. The source of the addiction comes from the Heroes of Newerth game and I've recently decided to stop it again, in the beginning of the week.

Over the last weeks, I've actually tried to stop the addiction for several times, but I've always faced the same problem. Thoughts about game strategies, boredom and the motivation to play, coming from the challenge the game gives me usually made me go back to the game, even though I still got a lot of stuff to do for life. I suppose I don't really have to list the bad an addiction brings, whatever addiction it is.

Well. If I got stuff to do, why don't I do them? I've been kinda conflicting myself with some value changes, breaking the balance between responsibilities and pleasures. Long ago my mind was set only to one's responsibilities. Then I found out life can be a pleasant thing. But something happened and I got mad at responsibilities and had been trying to get rid of them as much as I could. I turned into a slacker and I was absolutely not proud at all of it.

To write is a pleasant thing. It is to me, at least. It makes me think and eventually express myself. To write is a challenge, to write is an art, it requires skills and practice. Still, it's free and everyone can do it. It's support for the many activities a person has, like socializing, talking, interacting, breathing.

And then there is life. How can one live with problems issuing them? People has huge powers over themselves, but they usually get immersed into a big inertia. A therapy helps one in the hard task of not getting back into the feeling the inertia gives us.

I've got two sides within myself. A dependent side and an independent side. For a long while the dependent one has been overwhelming, but it's time for the independent one to be back to its track again.

The best Friday the 13th begining.

Yesterday I came back from college, worked on a task, had dinner and come to my room to spare some time at the computer. It's been almost a week since I received this friend request from a YouTube user. I have no idea who this person is, but I decided to check their videos, about some groups making dancing and singing and even acting performances. They are so much fun! I even felt like joining and participating some group! Lol After that I talked to someone I missed lots. The talk was so kind... I went to bed so happy!

The Projects Project

I got the idea of starting the projects project today. I consists of small projects I would blog about. They are supposed to be kept small projects and, thus, have a small scope and duration. I haven't really yet thought much about it, but they will be self-explaining and and easy going thing.

Irony

When I was coming back home from college, I saw a japanese guy who seemed to be weak. Then I thought myself what a poor guy he would be if he were sad and crying like a baby. I've been in such a misery.

Lack

I miss Happiness. And losing it still hurts me so bad... I go to bed and secretly cry, right before sleeping or right after waking up. When it happens, I feel like writing them, but I usually don't. Some say that to pretend to be okay makes one to be okay. To the sight of the others I'm okay, but I'm such a big liar to my own self.