I'm So Desorganized!

Hey, Guys!

Well, you can notice that the last four posts were posted in a row, and that's because I had a goal of 25 posts in this blog by today, and what happened was that I left a few posts accumulate and didn't post them.

That freaks me out. Sincerely, I'm pretty disorganized. And I hate being disorganized, because it makes me lose time, sleep, calm, stuff, etc...

I'm thinking about the Shia LaBeoulf DO IT speech, getting inspiration from it to start making a change. For real! Hahahaha.

That's why I will keep on posting in this blog and certainly correcting errors in previous posts and making more decent posts from now on (and keep my room organized as wel hahahaha).

Men's Hair Is So Much Simpler Than Women's...or Nah

Hey, guys'

So, recently, I've been having a fight with my hair before going to school, and as soon as I gave up on the last few tries, I thought "Well...at least men hair are simpler than women's, maybe today they won't notice this.

Well, later when I got home, I just found a video that really reminded me of how creative we can be. It's a video regarding 100 years of men hairstyles. I even recognized some cultural influences, check it out!

So, what did you think? Need a barber?

What is love?

This is something that a very special person wrote for me a few years ago...


Nobody knows what is love,
If it is to find someone similar,
Or different,
If it is to be safe,
Or afraid,
Nobody knows if it is
To know how to explain,
Or have no words to describe,
Nobody know when they find it,
But they do if they find it,
Nobody knows how is it,
Nobody knows if it's perfect,
Nobody can really explain
What is love.
But we know that it is good,
We know that it is beautiful,
Sometimes it can be hard,
Sometimes it can hurt,
Sometimes love...
Plays with us,
Makes us look dumb,
Many times
We suffer and cry,
It's love's fault,
This love that we can never explain,
But that is always inside us,
Sometimes we need to suffer,
To find this love,
Because love,
Is nothing more,
Nothing less,
Than a simple...
Person.
But sometimes this person enters in a way
In your life
That he/she doesn't get out anymore,
And this person,
The one you're thinking about while reading this,
This person for whom you've cried a lot,
Has suffered a lot,
Lost whole nights imagining both of you together,
This simple person,
That entered in such a magic way in your life,
That person is your summary,
Is the summary of what is
love.
So go after him/her,
And live with him/her
The simplest moments,
And magical
Of your life.
Because he/she
Is your love,
And it's not too hard to dream...
It's not too hard to try...
It's not too hard to LOVE
Love has to be bigger than fear,
And courage bigger than the obstacles...
You can't do it if you don't try,
So at least try, so you can say that you couldn't make it...
But try with love...

That same love that you can't explain...
The one for what you've cried so much,
And suffered so much...
The one that makes you look dumb,
That you don't know if it's perfect,
But if this love is real,
You'll never give up on it,
Just like it won't give up on you,
And even not knowing what it is,
We feel it,
And try to make it never fade away
Never die,
Make everything be perfect,
And that all the love that you feel,
Win at the end.
With all the difficulties,
And all the obstacles,
Because even when you can't explain,
You feel the need to care,
To protect,
And above all,
To love.

Hell's Kitchen Synopsis

Hey, guys!

Hell's kitchen is an American reality television cooking competition hosted by celebrity chef Gordon Ramsay.

During the competition, chef Gordon may be a "little" hard on the participants...

You can see why in here, hahaha.

Anyways, since his rough reputation grew, internet just gained a new meme, and they basically inform you that you could be very entertained watching the series.

The Fifteen Year Rule

Hey, guys!

So, there is a brazilian channel called Jovem Nerd, which produces video logs, gameplays, tours and lots of other stuff that are related to the nerd/geek world.

That includes the cinema world, that is frequently mentioned in "Top 10" videos, flashback videos, analysis videos, etc. When they are discussing an old movie, the often talk about the fifteen year rule.

But what is that?

Well, I don't know if they made that up or if they just learned it somewhere, but it is basically a theory that before you're fifteen, you have a certain type of taste related to movies and series and when you pass the age of fifteen, you shouldn't rewatch the things you liked because you'll realise that they weren't that good, or even that they were horrible!

Well, maybe it isn't universal, but it makes a lot of sense. Try rewatching the Star Trek action scenes or the fisrt Power Rangers series. They maybe will touch your heart, but you WILL realise that it wasn't good, hehehe.

Still, there are indeed movies that can pass on the rule, you'll still think that they are awesome just like they were whatever years ago.

What movie or series can pass on the 15 year rule to you?

The End is Near!

Hey, guys! 

So, my last year in High school is almost ending.

We have no more than 6 weeks left and...I'm kinda freaking out!

I mean, my whole life was school. I imagined this moment lots and lots of times, wondering how it would be and then realizing that the moment was far away from happening.

But now...here we are!

All my friends are really excited about it but I'm not, because I am really going to miss them...

I'm having a mix of feelings: happiness, sadness, fear, anxiety...It is not letting me think straight. I mean...in a few weeks my school life is over and I gotta be prepared for my adulthood. I cannot let this anxiety take me down.

It's time to get prepared...prepared to be a man.

Elders Are Experienced Childs

Hey, guys!

So, a couple of weeks ago, me and some people of my school went for a visit on an asylum. 

We were supposed to make a dance presentation for them and present them with some giftcards with origami tsurus that some students made throughout the week.

And it was very fun and specially emotional.

When I saw all those elders together smiling and applauding after our presentation, I quickly realized that those people have lived more than three times what I lived. How many incredible things they must have experienced?

One of my friends even joked:

- Can you imagine if some of them are war veterans?

I don't know. Maybe, hehe.

I was happy to make them happy that day. To make them feel that they were not forgotten. One of the grandmas took a liking on us and was following us everywhere! Hehe.

There was a time when we had to greet every single one of them and there was a certain lady that quickly resembled my great-grandma. So, as soon as I greeted her and I was about to move to the next, she pulled me a little, just like my great-grandma. So I felt that I needed to say a few words to her and asked my friend who could speak japanese to translate what I was saying. I told her about my grandma, that she was sick and I didn't know if I was going to see her again and that I missed her so much and some other things. I put my head on her hand and started to cry frantically. She conforted me and I bowed.

When I reunited with my friends, a lot of them were crying and the other boys were holding tears hehe. But we weren't crying of sadness, it was just...very emotional, I can't explain...I just know that it was very meaningful to everyone.

The Art of Cosplay

Hey, guys! 

So, last Friday, we had a Cosplay Party at school, and it was pretty freaking awesome! 

For those who doesn't know, a cosplay is when you dress up like a character and (not always) acts like it. 

And I gotta say, it is pretty hard to do so. First of all, to PICK a character! 

Common sense is needed to pick a character whose body profile is compatible to yours. And then you gotta arrange the costume, which an be pretty expensive to buy or to make. 

BUT these are not rules, everyone can do whatever they want. I just try to follow this because I'm kind of a perfectionist with these things.

In my case, I dressed up as Dracula, a halloween classic. And it wasn't really hard, I just put a formal red shirt with a suit vest and suit pants. I have a Vampire's cape which was originally my dad's. Then I bought red contacts and made my fangs with fake nails and painted them with nail polish. To get the fangs to look more like my teeth, I used some food coloring, and then I glued them with dental glue.

And for the final touch, my mom put makeup on me, making my face whiter and pale. 

I was pretty proud of my cosplay, the only thing I didn't do was act like the character. Well, I kinda did it when people asked me to take pictures, hehe.

There were a lot of interesting cosplays. My teacher dressed up as the Harley Quinn of the upcoming Suicide Squad movie, and it was REALLY AWESOME. My friends went as a panda, Finn from Adventure Time, Wolverine, Mulan, a Witch, Katarina from League of Legends, Hogwarts Student, etc. All of them were SO COOL! I would love to do it again!

When you get a chance to do cosplay, do it! JUST DO IT!

One of The Best Dreams Ever!

Hey, guys!

So, I was looking for a video that I loved to watch, that was about a weird dream that a guy had, called "DREAM OF AN AWKWARD WHITE KID (Episode 1)", and I just discovered that the video does not exist anymore! But, fortunally, I have the whole "script" in my head and I would like to share it with you, guys!

"I have these dreams and I'm like...awkward.

So, like...I was watching this...cow dance and...it was dancing really fast and ahm...uhm, there was a...ahm...there was...like...th-the moon was full and it was like "F*ck you, I'm a moon". And there was no one around. And then there was shoeless Sam. And he was wearing nothing but, you know, shoes! And, uhm...Fire! Fire everywhere! And in the distance that uhm...in the distance that I saw, there was a basket. So, you know, I walked there, looked inside, there was nothing there...so, you know, I eat the basket...So the cow comes to me and like...snaps it's fingers like "It's movie time"...and I'm like:

- Uhm...I'm not wearing a dress...

And she was like...well...you know...:

- It will have to do!

And then the moon is like:

- Where's my Sun? Where's my f*cking Sun? I don't know what I'm doing!...

And then...chicken.

And then...the cow and the moon get in the car...and it was...like...a really nice car...and they were like:

- We work hard, f*ck you!

And I was...like...there's a stomach in my basket and it's growing...and soon the tree will fall into a zoo...I just want to record that there was actually a basket in my stomach...I...uhm...I'm trying to make this as understandable as possible...and then like... i get in the car with them, but they are...like:

- You're not in this car!

So I'm not...in the car...but I am...so they start to drive and I'm in the car but...you know...I'm not."

That's It!

Hey, guys!

A long time ago, in a galaxy far far...jusk kidding. Well, a long time ago, I decided that I was going to start a diet and to work out. I was a chubby kid and I needed to take care of this for my future looks and health. But time went on and I was never capable of keeping up with my schedule. So, I never achieved a thin body. Today, I'm 16 and 50 pounds/23 kg over my ideal weight.

And you know what? I'm totally sick of being like that. I don't feel confortable with the way that my body looks in clothes that I like. My face does not look how I want it to look. I'm not able to do stunts that my friends do. And my health could be compromised in the future.

So today, I definately decided to change that. I WILL keep up with my plans and I WILL achieve my healthy and handsome form. I mean it. I don't want to wait for someone tell me that I'm gonna die to actually wake up. And, I want to buy a new suit in December, so I gotta have a body that matches the one I want.

Wish me luck, guys! (I will periodically write here about how my diet is going)

Sick Burn!

Hey, guys! 

So, today I went to the pool with my school.

And yeah, it was all fun and games until I got home. Let me tell you why.

At the school, me and my friend started to pass some solar filter on each other because we couldn't do it at the poolside. I put a lot of spray and cream at almost every part of my body and still I had to tell her "I still think it is not enough".

At the pool, the sun was not mercyful. The cool water was a pretty even match with the heat.

Keeping in mind we were at the pool from 10 am to 1 pm. That's the period when the sun reaches it's peak, right?

Well, long story short, I got a few sunburns on my shoulders. And I HATE when it happens.

I remember this one time, in 2011, when I went to the pool with my school in Brazil. We got there at 8 am and left at around 6 pm. NO ONE used ANY KIND of solar filter. I can't even tell the damage on my body, all the pain and redish skin. A little bit more and I'm sure I would have gotten skin cancer, like my dad told me when he was mocking me while I was rubbing my popsicle on my shoulders.

Well, I don't want to continue. I'm a little stressed out, despite all the fun I have today.

Remember, in the summer, you should always put solar filter. You receive solar radiation even standing in the shadows of trees.

Gamer Tag!

Hey, guys! 

So, my friend Pedraza tagged me in a Q&A about video games, so let's get to it!

1. What's your all-time favorite videogame?
A: It's really hard to choose...but one of the best of all time for me is Heavy Rain.

2. What's your current favorite video game?

A: World of Warcraft.

3. What's your favorite videogame genre?

A: RPG/Fighting.

4. How long have you been playing videogames?

A: Since I was 5 or 6.

5. What was the 1st game you ever played?

A: I'm not sure, but I think it was The Lion King: Simba's Mighty Adventure or the first Tekken.

6. What game have you clocked most hours into?

A: Dragonball Z Budokai  and DBZ Budokai 3.

7. What's your longest game session?

A: More than six straight hours playing DBZ Budokai 3.

8. What's your favorite game developer?

A: Well, I don't know much about game developers, but I do admire Will Wright. 

9. Who's your favorite hero character from a game?

A: Kirby!!

10. Who's your favorite villain?

A: (OMG this is being harder than I expected...) For this one, I'm gonna say Vaas Montenegro, from Far Cry 3.

11. Who's your most hated character from any game?

A: Every single one of Eggman's robots in the Sonic games.

12. What game systems do you own?

A: PS1(hidden somewhere), PS2, PS3, PSP, Nintendo DS, Gameboy Color and Advance, PC.

13. What was your 1st game system?

A: A Nintendo Super Famicom.

14. What's your favorite game system and why?

A: Playstation 2. Do I really need to explain??

15. Do you prefer playing male character or a female character?

A: It doesn't matter for me.

16. Do you follow walkthroughs or play through on your own?

A: I use walkthroughs after a REALLY long time stuck in the game and to get achievements/trophies, etc.

17. Have you ever been in a game convention?

A: Sadly, no.

18. What game are you most excited for to come out in the future?

A: A game similar to Sword Art Online, hehehe.

19.  What's your best memory of a videogame?

A: Playing with friends and everytime I beat Sonic Rush's last bosses.

20. What's your worts memory of a videogame?

A: The time when I just got my PS2, the guy had already cleared DBZ Budokai 3 and I accidentaly erased ALL the data...I was never able to get Super Saiyan 4 again on that save.

21. What video game character do you see yourself as or who would you be?

A: (REALLY HARD) For this one, I'm gonna say any of the main character's from Assassin's Creed, or the main protagonist of any Monster Hunter game, or...a pokémon trainer (until the Diamond&Pearl saga)...can't decide, there's a lot of characters in my mind right now, hehe.

Well, that's it guys! I hope you enjoyed it!

Check out my friends Pedraza and Leonardo's answers on their blogs!

See ya!

"Talk to me!"

Hey, guys!

So, at my last philosophy class, my principal was the teacher. He told us that he had been going to Kyoto at an university that a lot of people at my school is going after the graduation. He said that the people there were having difficulties in expressing themselves, orally and at paper, so we were going to start improving these areas.

At first, we were supposed to talk about ourselves. It seems like a simple subject because no one knows more about you than yourself, right? But at first it is pretty hard to feel satisfied with your speech, you always sit and than thinks "Oh, I should have said that, and this and this...". 

I thought this was great, because I always dreamed of being an actor or a comedian, and these areas require a very good speech hability. And also, I have this little trauma that I was never able to talk freely to my father. I just can't explain it...words didn't come out. I know he got a little frustrated everytime that happened and I am aware today of all the opportunities I lost of telling him all sorts of things, simple stuff like how I loved him or how my day was.

I was the first to speak in front of the class and I think I done a pretty good job, despite minor flaws and my sleepy mind. Then it was the rest of the class's turn and I was really surprised because some of my classmates are pretty shy and I thought they were going to pick up some simple subjects like their tastes, their hobbies and one or two curiosities. But instead, they spoke about their deepest stories and they got emotional and cried. I was really surprised of knowing something about them that I would never have imagined. I just wanted to hug them and I only didn't cry because I was able to hold it.

Then I started to think about how interesting everyone might be if we just pay attention on some details of their lifes that would explain so much about them. 

As I always say, communication is the base of relationships. It is really important for the understanding of situations and, as seemed, fortification of relations.

I wish my writing was as good as my speech, I understand this article wasn't very good, but I will work on it.

See ya!

#LoveWins

Hey, guys!

So, USA just legalized gay-marriage. My question is: "What took'em so long?"

It is a pretty fervorous movement going on the internet from the supporting side and the opposing side. Me? Well, I'm on the supporting side and I'll tell you why (even if what I have to say has already been said in a lot of other opinions before).

I simply think is right for everyone to have the chance to be happy, no matter the age, genre, race, social class, religion, etc. Homosexual people are still people! Sexual orientation is something that no one can force into each other. The person is gay because he just IS, period. 

I know that the religious question is one of the main arguments of the opposing side. But if you think about the essence of the thing, you will see that there is no sense at all to be mad at the situation of two people getting married, (maybe) adopting a child and loving each other. Love is one of God's main traces, right? He created us all as His image, therefore, we are all His children. And what father wouldn't be happy to see their children happy, by the love that He implanted in our hearts.

I'm not religious nor I disbelief religion, I just think that it isn't right for people to forbid other to be happy. 

And, for the homophobic part of the story, it's simple. Just because a man, for example, is gay, it doesn't mean that he will hit on another guy just because he is a man. It works the same way if you have a girl friend. She is not gonna hit on you just because you're a man and she is heterosexual.

Long story short: I just think that love is all that matters.

I'm Innocent!

Hey, guys! 

So, maybe you guys have deducted in a previous post that I live in Japan, right? A lot of things are different here: the food, the mannerisms, the traffic, the way of life, blah, blah blah.

In the middle of that last item, there's the safety subject, wich is very respected over here. And why? Because the police works clean and VERY severe.

I realized that today...

So, I went out for a ride on my bike. I was pretty bored at the house, since my parents went to a boring bingo kinda-thing and I had no money to go out with friends, so, I decided to finally put the working out idea on execution. So, I get my glasses, my keys, my phone and my earphones and just go.

Half an hour later, my playlist is getting pretty boring, so I start to scroll my list to find a more convenient song to listen on my bike. At the same time, a police officer passes by my side and asks me to get out of the bike.

I didn't even know what I've done! I was a little confused, but I knew that I could get out of that by playing the "I don't know japanese" guy (well...I really don't). But what started to freak me out was that he came really close to me and started to ask for my passport and my ID, where is my house, my parents, etc (Yeah, magically, I understood 30% of what he said). After about 7 minutes of "conversation", he took notes from my bike and told me to not do it again in the future, and to always carry my ID with me.

I was like "ooook...". At first, I thought this was nonsense, but it is the police's job. Maybe that's because the country is safer than others. And that was also a remind that: 1-I need to learn japanese, and 2-I need to get informed. I say that because, apparently, here we have some "cycling-laws" that just got into action, and people have already been ARRESTED for disobeying it.

Well, better safe than sorry, right?

Role-Playing Game

Hey, guys! Today I'd like to talk about something that I really love and I'm glad that I am at an age that I still was capable of experiencing such a thing.

You see, nowadays, teens and kids have at the base of their entertainment the videogames, right? Platforms, sports, puzzles, etc. A lot of those titles were provenient of real life games (ping-pong, tennis, soccer, boxing, scrambled words). So does role-playing game. 

Today, the original concept of the RPG is about to get forgotten by the next generations of gamers (at least, in my vision). Players are familiarized with those third-person games, where they are the heroe and must accomplish quests to become stronger and fulfill the plot. I, personally, LOVE videogames. I'm not going to say that they are inferior to the classic RPG, 'cause they don't. Each one has their unique qualities. I love RPG too.

But ok, for those who don't know what the heck is the classic RPG, let's get to the point.

Basically it is a mix of a board game, acting, luck, imagination and lots of snacks (yeah, they are included in the rule book). The amount of players doesn't matter, depending of which system you are using, but the general amount is four people. There are three players and the master, who also is a player. The master's job is to create a plot in any scenario (medieval, cyber-punk, vampire, western, modern age, etc) where the other players are protagonists. Each player has a file. This file is where they create their character, with name, background story, race, age, sex, abilities, special abilities, weaknesses, experience, etc. The goal of the game is...well...depends on the amount of time the players want to play, because the group can complete the main mission and then continue the story. The master has absolute power, since he can modify the plot to wherever he wants (or not). The players actions interfere with the situation and the master has to keep going with the story, and the story interferes in the player's life too.

Most of the actions are decided by dice-rolling. But they are not ordinary dices, they are multi-faced dices, with lots of different kinds. Four, six, eight, ten, twelve, twenty, a hundred faces, whatever. Each one has an especific use (or not). Depending of the result, the following scene is good or bad. For example: "The orc just threw a giant rock at you, roll for evasion - Dice: 2 - The rock smashes your leg..." 

Or...Dice:20 - "You evade sucessfully and counter with a fireball"

Same thing as negotiations, speech, decisions, etc.

But the actual fun of the game is on the role-playing. In real life, you can be a student, a teacher, a geologist, etc. But in the RPG, you must incarnate your character, thinking like it, speaking like it, living like it. This way, everything becomes more interesting and funny. At the table, you may hear what your friends are planning to do, but your character doesn't know! And it is hilarious and great to see each other acting in their character's skin, the creativity does not have an end.

Anyway, actually I don't like to explain RPG because I can't express entirely the meaning of this thing. You gotta play to feel that vibe, you know what I'm saying?

Do some research, get pen and paper, call your friends and have an amazing evening!

Teenager's Problems

Hey, guys.

Today I'd like to talk a little bit about teenager's thougts, especifically what they think is wrong or disgraceful in their lifes.

At the final phase of high school, many teens start to think about what they are going to do next and to plan their adulthood. Consequently, they start to think they already got what it takes to live an adult life. That line of thought brings a lot of new things they start to do in their routine, and when the routine is broken, parrents get in the way.

And that, my friend, creates a tense situation between the parent's authority and their kid's mind.

You see, everyone thinks that whatever they think is right, just because. Especially teenagers, who think they know what they are doing, who think that everything is possible and simple, when, actually, they don't have the slight idea of what the real deal looks like. Parents always have the upper hand on the arguments. "I already had your age, I know what I'm saying." "You still have a lot to learn." "You kids think you know it all, pff." 

Let's admit it...97% of the time, they're right. Deep down, they want our own good, they want to evade the bad situations that they probably experienced. They just want to keep us on the right path.

But teenagers don't see things that way. Their minds don't let them realize that caring. At the end of the day, mom and dad are only the persons that tell them to wash the dishes, take out the trash, walk the dog, study, etc; ignoring that they are their progenitors, the ones that gave you life and the ones that they should be most close with. This only feeds negative thoughts, like thinking the parents are too overprotective (wich in some cases is true), consequently also feeding the desire of leaving the house and taking care of themselves, because as already said, they think this is simple. 

I think that there must exist some mutual respect, a product of daily chit-chatting. This way, parents and kids get to know, in a friendly way, what each other think about life, responsibilities, dreams, problems, etc., so that way, together they can work to make everything go well for everyone.

Well, what am I saying? I'm just a teenager. Perhaps I'm just writing this to convince myself about the things that my parents should tell me in a good way...or nah.

Heart's Expectation 2

"Weeks went by. A slight spark of hope shined during a fun evening with his best friend. That big smile that followed him until the end of that night was enchanting. He couldn't stop thinking "She said yes to my happy hour invite". They were going to have fun, talk, laugh, finally have some private time. That would be the start of something new. Sadly, nothing that his good-side mind imagined happened, starting with the revocation of that appointment. She was different. Her mind was different. Her feelings were different. The love was replaced with a cute sentiment of affection, nothing more...In other words, the friendzone like-thing was achieved.

-Better make a joke out of it than cry, right? - He said to himself everytime he thought of his situation. That cruel situation created by his expectation.

But the effect only worked for a few hours. Deep down he knew that it was an "almost there" event. Come on, we all know that this thing only happens in movies and in TV only to take on the nerves of the TV viewers. But in real life? ARGH, that was frustating, to know that you could have accomplished something if you had done this and that...

On the outside, he wanted to look like he was fine and comprehensive. And that, my friend, was the message that he was trying to pass to his inside. He no longer wanted to love her. He didn't want to think about her as his future princess anymore. He wanted to stop deluding himself. Surely, he trasmitted that message indirectly to his friends, to get support and convince himself. Time would do it's job precisely well.

Time...it can do anything...and everything. Maybe it could turn this table again.

- COME ON, these are not a real man's actions! If you don't do nothing, what do you expect to get? That date thing was just a little punch, you can get up, champ.- Said that little bastard part of his mind directly connected to his heart.

- OKAY OKAY, ALL RIGHT! - He said to himself, trying to clear his mind.

The thing is that he was confused. He wanted and didn't want her. He didn't feel like talking to his friends about it anymore...it was getting pathetic. He realised that he needed to do things alone, at least for a little time. And time is all he need now, to organize his ideas and decide what to do."

The Bottle, The Cake & The Mother

As promised, today I will tell you guys a little story that happened last year and made me feel sooooo bad and ashamed, but  until today makes me and my friends have a good laugh. 

All you need to know is that all the people involved have always been and will continue to be friends. The names were changed for no good or convincing reason.With that being said...

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It was a prosperous weekend. I was going to spend it in my friend's house, Luiz Tavares. I've known him since pre-school and, at the time, we had never met outside the school to do something fun, just the two of us.

I was excited, finally we would have the chance to really talk to each other and have fun. But also, I was a little scared. I have told you guys that I was really really shy on my childhood and I still have remnants of this annoying thing. I wasn't sure how I should act before his family, but I tried to relax.

I got to his train station and he went to pick me up. I thought he was going by car, but he was by foot, with flip-flops, really "Sundaylistic". Because of this, we had the chance to talk a lot and plan some of the things we would do that weekend. He told me that I was the first friend who was going to spend a night at his house and, because of this, his mother would make a special dinner. I was surprised and confessed that I was a little bit tense, but he told me to chill out. We started to talk a lot of fun stuff and I was able to relax.

After 20 minutes, we got to his house. I greeted his sister and his mother, who was at the kitchen finishing cooking. She makes custom cakes for order and a lot of other things and I figured out that she had just finished one. I'm not a big fan of cake, but she always make me eager to eat cake. Seriously, she is one of the best cooks I've ever met.

Me and Tavares went to his room and started to play videogames and to talk. We even started to record ourselves playing. That particular day was pretty hot and his room was getting really stifling. Because of that, we were walking up-and-down the house every ten minutes to drink water. Until the point that one of us suggested that we should take a walk. We had a great time, talking about everything and going to videogame stores nearby.I even bought him a Monopoly game. I was really excited to spend that time with my friend, until we realized that it was late and we had to go back to his house, for everyone was waiting for us to dinner.

And OMG, what a dinner! There were roast beef, marinara spaghetti, even a eggplant sauce-like-thing that was DELICIOUS (I don't like eggplant too much...so, yeah, she is a h*ll of a cook). But, since I was shy at the table, I didn't eat a lot...aaargh, why?????

Anyway, after the dinner, Tavares and I went to his room while his parents were preparing to sleep. We weren't sure what to do next, we planned to play games, watch anime or play Monopoly.

While discussing that, we went to the kitchen to get some water or juice. He told me that I could make myself at home, so I opened the fridge to get some juice and I confirmed my early thought about the cake. There was a beautiful, white and green cake laying there, just waiting for the next day to be degusted. At the shelf above it, there was a bottle of juice, from wich I served myself.

Let's just remind that it was late, 11:30 pm  I think. At that point, the fatigue was starting to do it's work on my organism.

When I was going to put the bottle away, I completely forgot about the shelf above the cake. All I noticed was a gap between the cake and the fridge's wall. In my mind, the physics would work properly, with a perfect incision of the bottle at the side of the cake, making OCD sufferers really satisfied. As soon as I started to squeeze the bottle in that gap, I realized that I should study a lot more mathematics and physics. I felt the creamy nature of the cake manifesting itself on the bottle, while it was making a big scar on the poor dessert. 

Immediately I pulled the bottle out, mouth-opened and REALLY tense. I couldn't even talk, but I needed to warn Tavares. I nudged his shoulder and showed him the bottle, stained with the cake's blood. 

- Did I do it??????

That's what he said. I told you that it was late, so don't judge our line of thinking. And he has already done similar things in the past, so there is no surprise that he could have done it again. And I gotta confess...for a slight second, a tiny little second I thought of saying "Yeah, bro...you did it". But that would be really wrong and I hadn't the strenght to say nothing, so I moved my head negatively, confessing the crime. Instinctively, he said "You are going to tell my mom dude!!!!" and I was like "WHAAAAT, OMG, THE SHAME"

But that was inevitable. I would never forgive myself if I didn't tell her about that disaster. The cake was ordered for the next day and it had to be perfect, for it was a birthday cake. My friend took me to his mom's bedroom door, where she was about to open to take a deserved rest. 

-Mom, my friend has something to say.
-What? Tell me.
-So...like...let me tell you a story...(shows the bottle)
-..........................................................

That silence lasted about 4 seconds in the real life, a year in my head. Deep inside I wish I could run home at that moment. But my line of thought changed for punch myself for the rest of the weekend when his mother went downstairs to FIX the mess. Oh, did I tell you what time it was? 

My friend started to make fun of me a looooot while and repeated "Nooooooo......noooooo....."

Next morning, I couldn't face his mother, I was too ashamed of my terrible actions.Happily, the cake was new as if nothing happened. But still....ugh. After that, I never spent the weekend again at Tavare's house. Everytime somehow the word "fridge" appears on the conversation, he and I make fun of how I gotta be careful around this thing.

I still always apologize his mom for the event. So...Tavare's mom, if you're reading this, I'm sorry...again, hehehe.

Friendship's Vision (In a Nutshell)

Let's me take this opportunity to talk a little bit about myself.

Throughout my life, I have been a pretty shy person. When I was younger, I was REALLY shy, I mean...I was actually AFRAID to talk. I was afraid to embarass myself and what other people would think. I just couldn't express myself in almost any way. Even today, I still have some of the effects from that era.

So, because I was afraid to talk, I observed a lot. I listened a lot. My friends, my family, the "cool guys" at school. I analyzed their mannerisms, the way they talked, things that highlighted the speech, that made me think: "hey, he/she is cool". So, I started to adapt those mannerisms to myself, to try to lose my shame and be able to socialize better. And, with that, I started to be nicer person. I felt that my friends were liking me more and made a lot of new friends and that made me really happy. 

I have met a lot of people in my life, mainly because of the Brazil-Japan conflict in my routine. A lot of hellos, a lot of goodbyes...

It is pretty common to have friends and etc. But one day, I heard the phrase "Man, you're my best friend". I was like...OMG, REALLY? The impact that I received was huge. Suddently, I started to feel the meaning of that. When you feel free to talk about anything with that person, even the most ridiculous, bizarre, personal subject, they are gonna be there to hear you, laugh with you and to criticize you...and you're gonna be happy about it!

Well, after this I got a lot more of "best friends" that I love so much and miss. Sadly, most of them are in Brazil, and it hurt when I left them all in 2012. Since then, I just found one person that made me feel the same way, but...lately I'm not feeling the same for that person...A couple of weeks ago I started to think about our situation and started to feel far away of him. I no longer felt confortable to tell him all about my feelings and etc. I started to feel a little lonely and missing a true friend.

But a couple of days ago, I heard "You're my best friend" once again. I gained that day.I considered that person my best friend too since last month. I was REALLY happy, knowing that I have a real friend that I can count on and trust, that will laugh at my disgrace with me and confort me on my times of trouble and vice versa. I just can't describe more here...It is just amazing. In my mind this was going to get a lot longer, hahaha. But friendship is just like love, we can't just describe it. You live it, you feel it, you make it.

Since I failed miserably on the details of my feelings, next time I will post a shameful story of my life :D See ya!

An Appeal for Dance

Let's talk about dance a little bit, shall we?

What is dance, anyway? Some might say "oh, it's an amount of movements that, combined, form a choreography for a song, following it's rythm". Others might not even talk about it, due their shame on dancing in public. There is a lot of representations of dance for everyone. 

What do you feel when you dance? Dance itself is an art, a beautiful art, where you don't just move your body around in a certain rythm, but you express yourself, your emotions. You can feel your freedom, like there is no limits for what you can do. Dance is like chemistry, where you can mix different things to form something completely new. There, your creativity can go to places never before visited, or you can even improve what has already been created.

Since antiquity, dance was used, like I have already said, used to express people's emotions, being one of the three main performing arts, beside music and theatre. It was used on the worship of gods and was vinculated to olimpic games. Through history, dance was changing it's artistic values, adapting itsef for the new eras that were passing through.

The entertainment industry embraced it, using it in every kind of product that can be shown to people. Movies, plays, shows, cartoons, commercials, etc.
Commercials are a very important vehicle for the transmission of a merchandise with dance in it, because dance can have such an impact on people, triggering even if only a little bit of interest.

For those who enjoy the act of dance, when they do it, it's like...well...it is the paradise, they close their eyes and their body spek for themselves. When you do it with other people, is even better. Watching each other "go", sharing the same feeling by expressing it with your whole body, and the smile that comes after the song is over is the best. The feeling of accomplishment is umbeliavable. Let's not forget that it is good a good exercise too!

So, if you are part of the group of people that I described on the beggining of the text, the ones that are ashamed of dancing, please, try doing it, at least once. You NEED the feel those sensations at least once. Everyone will judge you on every side, but it doesn't matter if there are negative critics, because what does matter is the confort that you are going to feel during your routine, and your good vibes are certainly going to influenciate others to "shake their thing" and open their mind to new horizons.

A thought about the meaning of life...after it

Today was a pretty boring day. I had nothing to do except play the computer all day. Then I remembered that I was cheating on my diet, so I decided to take a ride on my bike.

I took the way for my friend's house because it was a straight street and I love to go really fast on a bike. The wind was cold, but smooth. The traffic was monotonous and there were pratically no one walking on the sidewalk. I was getting close to my friend's house when I saw the cemetary on the corner. Just passed through it. I never put much interest in japan's cemetary anyway. It is always empty, small and, of course, I can't read the names on the tombstones.

After some time, I was getting tired. My legs were starting to burn, for I was pedalling really hard. Finally getting rid of that fat, hehe. I decided to go home, but first, I would pass in front my friend's house to see if she would be visible. Well, she wasn't, and I decided that I would not disturb her (it was pretty late already). Then I passed in front of the cemetary again, but this time, it was a little bit different. The twilight on that scenario was pretty flashy. The sakura trees were all full, but the floor was full of their blossoms. The wind was weak, but it was filling the area with the sentiment that a place like that has.

I pulled over my bike and slowly started to walk towards the hall between the tombstones. My legs suddently started to feel funny, the wind got a little stronger and a strange smell of cherry and death filled my mind. While I was walking, I was thinking about all those people on my left, all those people on my right...buried forever. What are their stories? What did they do in their lifetime? How did it end? What are the stories of their families? Will I ever know? Of course not... But it's a pretty interesting thought. The meaning of life, which is a huge question for us that are still breathing, means nothing more for those who are not with us anymore...Or maybe, they found out the answer? Wouldn't that be awesome?

But what did they see? How did they achieve it? What did all they think? If you expect me to give you any answers by the end of this text, you better stop reading. I want you to ruminate about this.

While I was walking next to the corpses's lair, wondering about all the exotic stories about other people's lifes, I realized that it was the same thing when I am walking on the street, passing by houses, apartments, etc. There are people living there, there are families living there, their living room is different  than yours, just like their lifes. Woldn't like to see what it looks like? The sofa may be bigger, the TV may be smaller, the carpet may feel different, just like how many great moments have happenned on that room? How many times did that family read a book on that sofa? How many movies did that family enjoy together? How many times the carpet was a place for a good little fight between a dog and it's owner? And all of this and much more could be happening by the time hat you pass in front of that house.

But that does not happen on the tombstones...

Their life ended, those moments were gone. And that is a really big thing to analyze. What happens after you go away? What will people say about you? What is your existance going to influence in the future? It's pretty sad that I will never know what those people's lifes were like, because eventually, no one will know. Time does not stop. New generations are coming. All those moments...those beautiful moments are going to be lost in time, like tears in the rain. Think about it. Do you know about your great-great-great-grandpa's story?
I don't wanna make anyone sad...but you are going to be forgotten, but we already are forgotten during our lifetime too, right? The thing is that things happened. Things always happen. I started to wonder, what if everyone's life were told in a book? Oh my God, wouldn't that be awesome? Thousands of millions of different stories to enjoy...

At this point, I was on the end of the hall. I bowed in respect. And then I thought...Why did I bow in front of people who don't even know that I am thinking about them? Why do we feel that the dead deserve respect?
It doesn't matter for them anymore. What should we care about? We are going to die anyway too...Oh no...Then life has no meaning?

Well, we need to calm down. Of course it has a meaning. Maybe just because we think, we feel. Maybe the meaning of life is to simply live it. Live it with all you can, do whatever you want with it, enjoy it. When you go away, your presence will still be felt by some people. You story will have effect on who made part of it. And even when you be forgotten, your life essence will still be felt by the ones who show respect in front of your tombstone.

I started to go back to my bike, it was getting dark. I turned in front of the entrance and bowed again. At the end, I bowed. With that, I think, I bowed at the end, praising the life of others, feeling the comprehension of the end of the line, feeling good and firm again.I bowed during my visit, showing respect by the other people's lifes...But I never bowed at the beggining of my entrance...Why? Maybe I just forgot...Or maybe it's because we don't ask to be on this world. We just enter it, with no expectations, with no goals. We enter it with a pure soul, ready to absorve everything that life can offer us.

I went home with a renewed thought of why should I keep living, I expected the next day with excitement and curiosity. What will be my book's next chapter? And what is your book's chapter, dear reader? Maybe I will know, maybe never...but I expect that it will be full of great adventures, happiness and joy, just like I want mine to be remembered when I go to rest for eternity.