The End of The Year
So, I won't have access to a computer during the next few days, so I'll leave my wishes for a good New Year to everyone, may your resolutions become true, mey this new year be a lucky year to everyone who deserves and may this year bring new and exciting things to everyone's lives.
When I get back I'll post something, maybe I'll start the year with an Adveturer's Chronicle, as a promisse to work harder on my book.
Good festivities to you all, see you next year.
                                                                              ~ Maelstron, retired guardian, true friend. ~

Plans & Dreams
As I went on my way home, I wondered about my dreams. Dreams, not those like winning the lottery, learning how to cast magic or meeting the perfect girl, dreams like those you plan to do if the circumstances arise. I have many plans for most circumstances, some are normal, may happen or will happen in time, some are very ambitious, depending mostly on me getting a lot of money.
I guess anyone has their own plans, they work towards them most of their life, hopefully without disturbing the dreams of others. I have began to work on some of them, others I still have not enough maturity or money to begin. But some days I makes me very happy just imagining what would be if I realized my dreams. And for some strange reason I feel like sharing them here.
So to make things simple I won't mention dreams that have to alter reality to work, or simple things as where I would like to work and other things that are too generic. Like most people, there are the basic things you normally want, like having a family and stuff, but as many people are told, there is one thing every man should do in life, write a book. (the original sentence is, "there are three things every man should do in life, write a book, plant a tree and have a child"). I have no special interest in the two last, but I would be sad to leave this world without finishing my book. Many of you reading this have read some parts from it, as did some other people, I've finished the first chapter, I only have to put it in a digital format and pass it around to see what some friends have to say.
On dreams a little more difficult, I would like to create a successful RPG system. I have little hopes of it becoming a world know success, but if I get to publish it I would be happy enough. I am working on this dream, I have most of it defined, I just lack creativity to fill long lists of things needed to give players a choice.
But two dreams haunt me, as I would love to do them, but I can only accomplish them with a quantity of money far from normal. One is simple, to build a replica of an Opera House, shown in the game Final Fantasy VI. I don't know why, I simply want to build it, maybe because to me it is simply beautiful, but this king of construction would take probably millions. The other is to create a system, with a database, where people could play RPG in the same world, playing with official game master and keeping a track of every player and their location, so it would be possible to create events, quests and many other things so people could be a part of a ever changing world. Well my description probably confused every one, but it is simple to say that I would like to be able to play RPG, like the classic paper & sheet RPG, but online, like on a chat, but with many features to help.
These two dreams I have been carrying for some time, and I have no idea if I will be able to achieve them one day, but I surely will work for it. They are far fetched, I know, but many dreams are, and these are mine. Strangely I have no dream of getting rich, building a great family, finding the nirvana, traveling around the world or anything more common. Just these dreams, that are not for me, just for my personal achievement and for others to enjoy.
Guess I have much work to do still right?!
I'll update here if I have any good progress ^^.
Until then, merry Christmas to everyone.

Exhaustion
This end of semester has been quite demanding. Lots of work to do, things to study and things to get. The thing is, I haven't been able to really rest in a while, not even after my vacation started. I have been trying to see some people, go out with friends, invite people to do stuff and when I get some free time, play some games. With all that I haven't been able to take this semester's load of my back.
Not only time seems scarce but for some unfortunate turn of events in my college I'm still getting work to do, as the group project had a horrible turnout. With this I'm still a bit stressed with college. Not only that but I still haven't sorted out people related stuff. It took out some of the energy finding most people around me very inconsiderate, taking out other people's flaws on me, being offensive against me when my intentions are the best, people lacking touch or the ability to be caring and to be nice every now and then. So many consequences. I still dwell in conflict between regret, and the lonely relief.
Maybe a great frustration of mine is that for about a year, I have been waiting to get my hands on the Nintendo Wii. I've read many articles, I've followed the development of the console and its features, I've seen many videos, I defended it, I hoped it would be a success and it even launched the same day as my birthday. But for some sort of irony, it was such a success that it was sold out before I could try to buy one. Its ironic how from all people I know, I was probably the most eager to play it, and will end up being one of the last to do so. I suppose there is some fairness there somewhere, but I don't want to search for it. I'll have to wait until next year to get my long waited video game. I hoped I would have some game to play until then, but even though I got my friend his long waited game, and got a game borrowed from another friend, I either lack the console or a game to play. There goes my sanity.
There will be so much to do this vacation. I have two trips to plan, which I'll be doing with the assistance of only one person. I have work to do, my graduation project to begin and a semi personal project to do. All this in the few weeks I'll get. All this planning and trying to adapt everything to other people's schedule and very little help, hearing lots of complaints and with no time to rest.
On the bright side, one old friend has shown me that given time to her, she would be there with me, enjoying a good afternoon in the pool, hearing me troubles, giving support and sharing lives. I missed that. I have another friend whose simple touch and kiss if filled with most pure friendship. Have I grown so used to not having any care and sweetness in my life? My dead side would expect to be invited by the people I like to do things with them, for them to share things they know are important to me and even take me into consideration before doing something. But I think I proved to myself this semester that I gain more fighting alone, that few people, if no one, care about me and that if I don't keep going after my friends they, as sure as hell, won't move a muscle to come after me. I wish every day that I am wrong. I wish every day that someone will prove me wrong. I wish every day that I wasn't able to foresee the repercussions.
Well as for now, I am distracting myself with some sword play, some old games, a swimming pool, reading and blogging. Soon it will be Christmas which means I'll be in the kitchen cooking for Christmas dinner on the 23rd and 24th. Maybe then I can get some rest.

Sanity
I miss my old friendships,
I miss having someone to talk to,
I miss having hope,
I miss that thrill of a new game,
I miss dreaming that someone will someday surprise me with a nice day,
I miss sleeping without waking up every hour.
I can't take this anymore, I am completely tired, exhausted. All the troubles I have been through, and every discussion with others, all the stress studying, and no fun for me, no reward in the end, only pain and stress. And all that I have waited for is no happening. It will be a much more boring vacation than I expected.
It seems as people work against me. Everything I plan, want to do or invite anyone to join me, is a failure. People ignore, plan things over to do what they want, or simply don't show up. I wonder what has happened in my life to be in this point.
The only things that work in my life are when I try to do something for others, to make others happy. Yes I easy can get things from around the world if it means giving a nice present to someone. But every action to get something I want badly fail miserably.
As my hope and sanity crumbles with exhaustion, I believe once again that I was born to make other people happy, and that I was cursed never to be truly happy.
Sorry, I can't take any more problems.
Sorry, it's just the end of a bad day, maybe I'll be better tomorrow.

A Symbol
Humans have a tendency to try to see more meaning to things than they sometimes have. Of course, up to some point I can't escape from that. Many things represent more than the object itself, be it a country flag, a very old painting, a perfume or even a present.
People usually have a lot of objects, but do they know why they have that object? You see, most things anyone possess have a purpose, and usually they are useful. These take cellphones, computers, books or anything one may do something with. You may gain these things as presents, or buy them as the most common option. But these objects mean nothing more than they are. Well of course you can have something for so long that you grow fond of it, and then it may become a symbol to you, like that mug that symbolizes the chocolate milk you drink every morning, or the headphones you put on every time you want to take your mind off the world.
Symbols are something important, from the simplest person to the most complex villain. It may be a symbol of faith like a cross, a symbol of peace like a feather, a symbol of love like a medallion, a symbol of pain like an old girlfriends perfume and any type of symbol for any feeling there exists.
Now, symbols don't just appear from nowhere, objects become symbols the moment it gets tied to a feeling. Some symbols grow feelings over time, but most frequently objects become symbol when they are bought or given as a present. You see, you get that lovely crystal statue from someone you love, it becomes a symbol, it reminds you of that special someone even being completely useless. This goes on even when you buy things, like that ring you bought because it made you remember someone important.
As you enter a place you can see many symbols, most may be just decoration, but a symbol nonetheless. But you may come to see this in time, very few people have a "negative" symbol in their possession. This is because humans hate pain and every memory attached to it, and get rid of anything that reminds them of a bad experience. You had an awful experience when you broke up after years of relationship, if the experience was really bad, most people throw away anything from that relationship, of course to some people don't throw away somethings for monetary reasons. But some people will keep these symbols as a reminder of a lesson, or respect, or even someone they had dear once. Even if it makes them cry when they look at it, it is a memory and to some people that may be an important memory.
But something puzzles me. What happens when you face an item that you have no idea what it is doing there? I mean, you have this object, it has no use, I mean besides paper weight, and for some reason you can't recall from the day you acquired it, you have no feeling attached to it. So basically you have an object that you can't use and that it is JUST an object, not memory on it, no symbolic existence. What do you do? It feels weird to see this, you fiddle with the object hoping to jaunt a memory, maybe a reason, maybe a purpose. But your heart refuses to give it a meaning, and your mind seems unwillingly to share a memory of it. You know deep inside of you, you want to make it a symbol, but finding no reason you can't.
I have held many symbols, most of them were personal to me, many and probably most I bought. Some I held for ages until I found someone to give it to, some I gave away for my own safe, some I sadly lost and some face every day and every minute with me. Symbols are things that can give you support, may have words of wisdom for troubled times, or may give you the energy and inspiration you need to go on. I believe each person has its own symbol, and treasure them, sometimes with life. Things need not to be useful to be important, they just have to mean something.
This is why I find it strange to see a meaningless object, with no purpose in existence. Maybe it is just waiting for the right moment.
Take care of your symbols, they may mean more to you than you realize, and may mean something to other people.

~ The Adventurer Chronicle 21 ~
"... and with gentle shrug he started searching the book shelf on his front.
- There has to be something here. This is the biggest library I've ever seen. If there is nothing here I have no idea where to search.
-Well, all I can see here is how to create magical equipment but none stronger than any equipment we can buy on a store, at this rate we'll look over the whole library and find nothing. This is just a waste of time. - she said with an annoyed tone in her voice.
- I hope there others are having more luck than us.
After some book were tossed aside, they were getting tired of all the unfruitful search. Many hours had passed on this room, and they only managed to learn how to deep fry a dragon, which is almost useless because to deep fry a dragon you have to kill one, and there is a problem as big as finding a book with useful information on a town with no books. After some time a yell crossed the library shelves barely reaching a listener.
- I'm hungry. - she yelled from the left wing of the library - Lets get something to eat!
- What? - he replied from the right wing with little attention to the unintelligible sound.
- Lets g...
- Hey, - he said interrupting - come here!
"Guess he ain't hearing me, better if I go there" - she thought as she walked over there.
On the way she took her whip firmly in her hands and looked at it. She had that whip for a long time, but felt no attachment to it. But she had no hope in getting a really powerful one, "who would create a legendary whip anyway", was the thought trailing her head. She realized how big the library when she found him, only five minutes after she started searching.
- Lets eat, I'm hungry. - she said grappling her waist.
- Wait. - he looked at her with a smile on his face and extended his arms showing a book to her - I think I found something.
- Jiita's Whip. - she grabbed the book and began to read the entry -
During the first age of Dragons, many kingdoms on Osfei went to war. After some bloodshed, Felia, queen of Herago a small kingdom involved in the war, called upon the help of Jiita, the greatest forger and merchant of her kingdom, and asked him to forge something to bind the souls of all the kings at war.
- Jiita thought for sometime - she continued - on how he could do such a thing. he recalled some of his research and had an idea. He called upon a very huge favor to get a big supply of aleimn, the soul crystal. With the crystals, and some other special ingredients, he forger a long chain, that could bend space, and with some elaborate plans from Felia he managed to bind the souls of all kings, including Felia. The chain held a connection between them and if any of them got killed so would all of them. The connection would only be broken with natural death, and since none of the kings could manage to break the chain, they stopped war before one of them died. Time passed and after all the other kings died of age only Felia was left alive, and so the chain belonged to her. She searched for Jiita to give him back the chain, but when she found him he said he was too old to have any use for the chain, but he asked her to do him a favor. He had to pay back a huge old dept, he had to give an old friend a very powerful very exotic weapon. Felia knew what to do, she called upon the greatest forgers on the land and asked them to create a whip out of the chain. So they did, and created one most wonderful whip, named after Jiita the great forger. The whip never had all its powers tested but was know to have extreme defensive power, and great link with one's soul. After it creation, Felia took it to Pageron, and paid back Jiita's dept. And after that the whip was never seen or commented again.
- Wait - she said in amazement - Pageron is..."
~ End of Part 21 ~

 One Day
One day a year.
The day where people tend to be nicer to you.
The day that will go in my memory with many deceptions, but what I'll take this day with me are the marks of a great day.
The launch of the next generations console.
The victory of the national soccer championship by my team.
The great lunch I had.
And most importantly, 25 years of songs from the game industry played by an Symphonic Orchestra with great expertise. The Video Games Live concert was magnific, and I hope they come again next year.
Well, another day has gone, with it one more year, but... what has come during this time?
All blessings to every person who is good.

One Year More
Well, today one of my oldest friends is getting older, yes one year more, and another birthday. Since she is going to a wedding I won't be able to see her, and due to lack of time we probably won't be able to see each other until mid december. Well, it is a little sad, but I guess we have no other choice.
But, well, even knowing she will never see this site I have no better option than do this here.
Happy birthday Joyce, I hope everything keeps working for you like it has up until now. I wish that you challenges are less stressing and make you grow even stronger. I admire the way you keep up the energy to go around, always smiling and always helping other people, specially making them feel better all the time. You're a very special person, too bad we can't be together more often, but at least it seems your life is taking through a very happy road, I hope you keep on it. But if you ever need any help or support you know you can call me.
Forever your friend, always praying for your happiness,
Thomas.

Well like only fate could have it, tomorrow is MY birthday, some people may recall this from the event last year on the same day. Well tomorrow many things were supposed to happen, many good things, reason for me to believe I was going to die... but thats just a little joke of mine. This year's november 19th is the day the new generation console of Nintendo is released, the Nintendo Wii, I'm expecting to get mine around december 10. Also on november 19th, there was going to be the Eletronic Game Show, event where they show and display the interesting news of the entertainment industry, unfortunately for some reason unknown to me it was canceled. And almost most important, on this day, here in São Paulo, there will be a presentation of the world tour of Video Games Live, where a Symphonic Orchestra plays some great songs from the video game industry, I've been wainting for this event for many months, I already have my ticket, and I'll be hoping to hear some of my favorite songs.
Well lots of good things for tomorrow, but this somehow got me scared, as today many things went differently from what I expected. But I guess changes in plans do not scare me, but something struck me this weekend, I've been living without support, company, compassion, understanding, or put it simply, without any friendship I am trully proud. Except for one person, I have drifted so distant from everyone that was dear to me. Yeah, days near my birthday usually get me in this mood. I don't know, so many things to make me happy in the future, but I don't see anyone near me to share this happiness, is this right? I feel kind of empty, maybe I'm just tired.
Well I guess I'll go take a long bath in the tub and try to relax.
Happy birthday Joyce, and the same to everyone having a birthday today ^^'

The Morning After
Dawn, the sun still behind the moutains, the sky still fighting between dark and light. The path along the road was still dark, but there was enough light to see the path clearly.
"Now this is a waste of a good shade!" - he thought.
He squezed his eyes to protect from the sun light, the sun made his usually black eyes shine with the golden reflection. He was now preparing to get on his way.
He yawned there, and started to stretch. Right arm down and a little to the back, left arm bent aup in the air. The sun now lowering over the road reflected on the left wing standing up in the air, the right wing was lower, so no light hit it.
He looked back at the road ahead, he saw in the distance a wolf attacking a sheep, it reminded him of te day before. He stepped forward, but anger took over, he hit a nearby tree with the side of his hand.
Some leaves fell around him, bouncing over his head, arm and wings.
"This is so unfair." - he thought - "I tried the best I could, but no good comes out of it, everything in my life still goes wrong. The near future has so many promisses, but somethings in the past still keep my mood down."
He started to walk again, but this time he used his wings to shield his face from the rising sun.
Wind blew strong, and his hair waved with it. Soon he'll arrive at the next city. It's going to be a long walk in the sun now, but the journey will seem much longer with hope and disapointment clashing inside him.
"This is so unfair." - he thought again.
And with his thoughts pouring he walked the curved road, leading to his next destiny, hoping for good things, and carrying a sad look.

Amigos ~ Vinicius de Moraes ~

Tenho amigos que não sabem o quanto são meus amigos. Não percebem o amor que lhes devoto e a absoluta necessidade que tenho deles.
A amizade é um sentimento mais nobre do que o amor, eis que permite que o objeto dela se divida em outros afetos, enquanto o amor tem intrínseco o ciúme, que não admite a rivalidade.
E eu poderia suportar, embora não sem dor, que tivessem morrido todos os meus amores, mas enlouqueceria se morressem todos os meus amigos! Até mesmo aqueles que não percebem o quanto são meus amigos e o quanto minha vida depende de suas existências...
A alguns deles não procuro, basta-me saber que eles existem. Esta mera condição me encoraja a seguir em frente pela vida.
Mas, porque não os procuro com assiduidade, não posso lhes dizer o quanto gosto deles. Eles não iriam acreditar. Muitos deles estão lendo esta crônica e não sabem que estão incluídos na sagrada relação de meus amigos.
Mas é delicioso que eu saiba e sinta que os adoro, embora não declare e não os procure. E às vezes, quando os procuro, noto que eles não tem noção de como me são necessários, de como são indispensáveis ao meu equilíbrio vital, porque eles fazem parte do mundo que eu, tremulamente, construí e se tornaram alicerces do meu encanto pela vida.
Se um deles morrer, eu ficarei torto para um lado. Se todos eles morrerem, eu desabo!
Por isso é que, sem que eles saibam, eu rezo pela vida deles. E me envergonho, porque essa minha prece é, em síntese, dirigida ao meu bem estar. Ela é, talvez, fruto do meu egoísmo.
Por vezes, mergulho em pensamentos sobre alguns deles. Quando viajo e fico diante de lugares maravilhosos, cai-me alguma lágrima por não estarem junto de mim, compartilhando daquele prazer...
Se alguma coisa me consome e me envelhece é que a roda furiosa da vida não me permite ter sempre ao meu lado, morando comigo, andando comigo, falando comigo, vivendo comigo, todos os meus amigos, e, principalmente os que só desconfiam ou talvez nunca vão saber que são meus amigos!
A gente não faz amigos, reconhece-os.

Esse texto, de um grande escritor, representa tudo, ou pelo menos muito daquilo que se pode ser representado. Cada linha contém mais sobre o tópico do que realmente está escrito, mas cabe a experiência dee cada um, saber oque mais pode ser lido.
Resolvi postar esse texto aqui depois que uma amiga postou ele no fotolog dela.

Odeio amizade, que sentimento mais infeliz. Em toda sua grandeza, está fadada a ser sempre substituída por coisas "mais importantes". Os seres humanos só são capazes de dar valor para amizade uma vez que a tenham perdido.
Mas eu viveria mil vezes sem amor doque sem amizade.

Here is the traslation of that text, because I believe it is worth to be read.

Friendship ~ Vinícius de Moraes ~
I have friends who don't know how much my friends they are. They don't realize the love I give to them and the absolut need I have in them.
Friendship is a more noble sentiment than love, for it allows me to spread it over other affections, while love has a natural jealousy within it that does not admit rivalry.
I could support, although with pain, that all my loves had died, but I would go mad if all my friends died! Even the ones who don't realize how much they are my friends and how much my life depends on their existences...
Some of them I don't go after, it is enough to know they exist. This simple condition encourages me to move forward with my life.
But, because I don't go after them assiduously, I can't tell them how much I like them. They wouldn't believe. Many of them are reading this chronicle and have no idea they are included in the sacred list of my friends.
But it is lovely that I know and feel that I adore them, even though I don't say it or go after them. And sometimes, when I search for them, I notice they have no idea how they are necessary to me, how they are essential to my vital balance, because they are a part of the world I, trembling, built and they've become the foundation of life's charm.
If one of them dies, I'll be tilted to one side. If they all die I'll break down!
That is why, even without them knowing, I pray for their lives. And I feel ashamed, because this prayer is, to synthesize, directed towards my own well being. It is, maybe, product of my selfishness.
Sometimes, I dive in thoughts about some of them. When I travel and stand before wonderful places, I shed a tear because they are not with me, sharing that pleasure...
If there is something that consumes me and makes me grow old is the furious wheel of life that does not allow me to have always by my side, living with me, walking with me, talking with me, spending time with me, all my friends, and, specially those who are only suspicious or maybe will never know they are my friends!
We don't make friends, we just recognize them.

Breaking and Welding Chains
The silent night is the background, where a slow walk is the only sound to be heard, but the walk remains hidden in the dark. Each step is followed by the sound of a chain, the chain grinding to itself as if something is pulling it apart. Little sparks jump from the chain trying to break out a light to the ambient, but the darkness is too heavy. Only fleeting shadows roam from the sparks.
As I walk, I am welding a new chain. This time, to someone who I hope can give me the happiness I need. To someone which has given me many good moments. But somehow, there is something holding me down, a weight over me, I think it is an old chain, but it is dark, and I can't see well enough. It seems to me, the this weight is the reflection of an very important chain which I tried to break, and stopped midway as an request from a very important person...
What I see from it, from the very little that is given to me, it seems that this chain was somehow connected to a web like structure of chains. It seems that the vibrations I created in my end of the chain created a rupture in that structure, and I feel that an old group, which stood together, and wasted many hours playfully, is now breaking up, and stopping to hang out, or doing so less frequently. I know it may seem I am conceited thinking this, but sometimes I feel that I was one of the few trying to hold that structure intact. Maybe this is this weight I've been feeling some days, it seems it was what struck today.
Some chains add weight, some pull from different sides, I see nothing at the end, it is too dark, I can't see which chains are breaking, some chains are holding me together, and some are pressing agains my wounds as I try to go forward. This walk is a very hard one, but at least the silent night has been a "sight", no worries, no noise, just me, my chains, and a very long, VERY dark, path.

Beginning of Ages
Every time to time, new ages rise, marked by some specific group of things. Of course, depending on what area you are on, these marks, may differ a lot. For me, things that mark ages are the generations of video games, this is because in the rest of my life, there has never been anything so defining of a period of time, just some major events that came, and went fast, leaving marks, but none that would be considered tipical of an "age". So I tag things from those vivid memories, the ones that will always pop up when I hear that song, or see that picture.
I remember even now that time, one of the first revolutions, one that wrought a music upon my soul, my friend broght a Playstation to my house, with one game... only one, and we let the entrance music play in loop. There were other moments, like playing Mario 64 for the first time. Or waiting anxiously to get back to Brasil to play Lufia 2, or expecting the arrival of my Super Smash Bros Melee.
Now, times are changing. A new age is about to arrive. A new video game era is being born. But not only that, things in my life are changing. Friendships are still unstable and trying to fall in place, but college is flowing naturaly, and for the first time... I think I have someone to walk by my side, maybe not always, but she has been giving me some very special moments... at least one piece of the puzzle fell in place. I hope the other pieces will fall in place soon enough, at least it would make me very happy.
New era, new games, new people, and new sources of hope and happiness. I still have many troubles in my mind, but I am very glad I found these new things to keep my heart happy, so I'll live to see my birthday, the day which MANY things will begin, the day I hope marks this new age.

One Year
One month, less than a month to my birthday. It will be a year since I ran away, and took that 24 hours off of the world, away, unreachable, alone. I think back, one year may sometimes seem like a lot of time, specially when you think all that has happenned, but in the end, it seems that I ran away just yesterday. Like I probably said last year, this year I have been through a lot. I see my current situation, and find myself much stronger than before, and as I choose a new path, I found the pain to subside a bit, giving me a better ratio of strength over pain. Some of the confusion in my life has led to some bad days recently, but not even near as bad as I were before, and I have been having some fun lately, with a special lady. I lost many things, including some people who were very special, some things I may never get back, but some friendships I'll try to safe, as long as they want to be saved. I am having some satisfaction in the study, after some troubles. My project for the conclusion of the course is starting at last. I may be beginning a new RPG with my RPG system, finally. I still have a lot in my mind, my sleep is very unstable, but at least I have that inner peace of knowing what I am doing.
This year has brought me many experiences, many bad, from which I have learned and became stronger, and some good, from which I hope to regain hope and peace. This last month hold many surprises, some may be good, and I hope that none will be bad, but I will be there, walking down this road, towards some things I have been waiting for so long.
November nineteenth, the day of the year, for some reason many good things will happen on this, and I am afraid I don't know what to think of this. 19/11/06 - American official launch of Nintendo Wii, mine is reserved, should be here in the beginning of december. Also there will be a presentation of Video Games live here, in São Paulo, and I'll be there, it will be the best presentation I have ever seen. I just hope people will be nice to me this day, at least considerate enough not to make me sad.
For the first time in many years I actually look forward for my birthday. I hope I don't get disappointed.

A Movie Moment
It was today, at lunch time. I went out to the bank to draw some money and since I was there I lunched at a nearby place which sells "pastel" (I still think there is no word in english for this, one day I'll try to describe it). After my calm and peaceful lunch I was heading back to college when I saw the most amusing sight. You know how in some movies they show employees at storage rooms playing cards?! I know that those people you usually ignore, like the cleaning people, or construction builders, basicly people who do the maintenance in everything around you, they are humans just like us, and therefore have to have their moments of rest and fun, but I often fail to imagine what they do. I've seen them sleeping among students, gossiping and in movies playing cards. And there they were, with the door of some sort of storage room, right next to ECA's restaurant, four uniformed working people, playing cards. Very fun, but I didn't stay long enough to discover what game were they playing, but I must say, I never thought I would actually see that ^^.

A Touch of Steel
I know... as a man it may seem strange that I say that I like to accessorize. But I find it somehow to be a part of me, maybe my medieval side, it just makes a natural sense inside of me to wear armor, weapon, rings, bracelets, necklaces and many other things. Most of my life I had something to wear besides my regular clothes, when I was little I had wristwatches, when I was more of a teen I wore a ring, and nowadays I go on wearing a necklace. I know how strange it may sound, but I kind of like the feel of steel against my body, it just seems natural to me.
Of course I don't wear just anything for the fun of it, like any warrior I choose my accessories carefully. Most of the time I either wear something because of the memory it carries or the beauty of it. My firts important accessory was a ring I bought it thinking of one of my best friends, she was very sweet, and the simple thought of her made me happy, I wore it for about four years almost non stop, I didn't like to take it off, but sometimes I had to like during handball games (and even so I sometimes managed to play wearing it). Eventually the memory of that girl was too heavy to be remembered every day. Now the ring is with her. Without any accessory I felt after some time that I had to get a new one, so I searched a bit. Eventually I came across a lightning shapped hematite necklace, it was a new treasure from which I drew energy to defend myself, to have more will and more concentration. I found some new rings, all just good looking, with no memory, but some were weak and broke with time, or were too loose and didn't fit well into my finger, so I mostly had the necklace. Some years ago I lost it at my sisters birthday party, the chain which held it broke and it feel somewhere in the grass I think. So once again I had no accessory, the ones I had I couldn't wear that much, and the few that I wanted I couldn't have, either because I didn't have the money to buy or because they didn't have a size that would fit me. You know, I feel more naked when I am without any accessory. Recently I felt the need to get some protection to myself, so I started to wear an old necklace, and eventually got the money to buy one necklace that I wanted for some time. And for some time I had a chain, simple steel covered by silver chain around my wrist, and the medalion on the necklace, but the lock of the chain broke (too much use of internal energy) and I am waiting to get another.
I believe that every material in the world holds some energy, and when I need I try to draw from that energy, but few materials seem to have enough energy for me to absorb. But whenever I need I turn to them, like these days, I have been using the energy in the steel/silver from the medalion, and in my worst days I use the Obsidian stone (one of the scorpio's sign stone) that my mother gave me along time ago, this stone is one of the three things I treasure most.
People often forget the energy of the things that surround them. I try to make the best out of it, and I think that I own many moments of peace, concentration and nights of sleep to their energy, may be just in my head, but to me it works.
I like to accessorize, in my own way, for my own reasons. I like the feel of steel. What do you like? Stones or metals? Which kind? Or do you prefer to be without accessories.

A Flashback
I hate this, once again I let my inner child take the chance... try once again to have some group fun. Why do I even bother? It is almost like I didn't knew what was going to happen.
I now stand, evading, there is something in front of me, something I don't want to look at, something I know what it is almost too well, something I ran away once after fighting to the ground. Now I have to find a way around it, or take a great turn a leave it behind once more. Before me is my past, it was more powerful than me before, and it will be again. After it is my future, or at least one future, to face my past in order to go to this future would take some major wounds, that could lead to a bad future.
You know, I feel sad, this is one of those things that shouldn't happen twice. But even when I try to avoid it, it comes after me, to break my spirit. Now in a relationship that is more complicated than I would imagine, with an old problem and fighting back the hope inside my heart, I can feel my sanity splitting. That feeling of let out, the feeling of confusion, love, friendships blinking, despair towards the college and at the same time the will to build some friendships, to persue a love I can't, to finish my RPG system and many ideas for my book sprouting everywhere. This from a mere glimpse at my past...
Once again I find my mind to be a whirlpool of thoughts, my body to be a vortex of clashing energies and my soul to be a boiling mixture of feelings.
I wish you would rise and take me away, make me laugh, put me on or lad and gently caress my hair saying that it will all be ok. I wish I could find a friendship solid enough for me to lean on. I wish to would stop, or at least my life... but nothing stops in this world.
I work softly behind every ones eye, I search for things that may bring happiness, and I succeed frequently. But I am yet to see something that will bring happiness to me.
May my name echoe in time, and lay beside yours.

A Good Demon
People fear what they find different. They outcast people who are not like them, surelly you know someone who has been outcast, maybe you yourself have outcast someone. I have been outcast since the day I was born. Demons are not accepted well into society. But my noble birth has tought me to be a good person, good in the way of helping other people, not causing trouble to them and trying to make them happy. But once again... how many people do that? So I once again am outcast for being nice?!
Humans are the reason I don't open myself anymore. Whenever I found a friend, a good person, which I actually felt happy near, something happens to come between. I tried to separate from my current daily group of friends, as they stopped treating me well(did they ever?), at first they didn't seem to mind, but a simple manifestation was enough to make me want them back, hang out more, rebuild the old friendships, but I still don't know what to make of it, will they ever want to be my friends? On the other side, the person who recently entered my life, who gently blew a gentle relieving wind, cause some confusion, trying to help me but without knowing what would actually help me. What bothered me more was not that she tried to help without asking me waht I wanted, I appreciate that a lot, but it bothers me that we have stopped talking, she started to avoid me sometimes.
So things have been a lot confusing. I have been trying to make this girl happy, but she seems to want to scare me away every time. I know deep down she is not what I want, and I won't be able to make her happy for too long, but I know this decision will bring bad consequences in the future, but I don't know how soon will this future be.
This is why being a good demon is so hard, people will rarely come near you, even after you make them happy and do things for them no one else will. Frustrating I tell you. But I keep my hopes up, I believe there is some justice in the world, and someday things will be good for me.
I just wanted my friends, like they were once my friends...
Someone out there wants a demon, a good demon as a friend?

Deep Down in Chaos
This may be one of the 10 words I like/use most. Chaos. It's not that I like it, it's not good (usually) when things happen in a chaotic way, but since human society is so complex that it can't avoid being chaotic, I find an interesting thing to analyze this chaos and try to make sense of it.
Now I think I tripped and fell inside the chaos. Among all tests, works to do, programs to make, people to play with, go out with, talk with, games to play and movies to see I find myself lost, I don't know what to do. Feelings have been clashing inside of me, depending on the day, on the latest events, I feel one thing, that may be completely different from the day before. I have been very worried about tests, and after some of them passed, the worst ones, I felt more calm as I think I did better than I was expecting. But I am still worried, there are many things to do and very little time.
Now my feeling are being stirred up by some people near me. I've tried to protect myself by being alone, but in the end I can't distance myself too much from people. One person said to me that she felt I was distancing myself, that she still wanted to be my friend, this rippled inside of me stronger than I wanted, it feeds hope, but as I see nothing different I feel the pain of before just waiting to happen again, I wonder if there is a way I can't imagine in which this will turn out to be good for me!?! Other girl entered my life, this relationship is kind of complicated, I still hold back my feelings, in part because I am in NO condition of getting hurt again, but mostly because I fear I'll hurt her, and she does not deserve it, she is very nice ^^. Random people keep complaining that I've been disappeared, but they lack to notice that the only change was that I've stopped going after everyone, and since no one comes after me, it seems as if I went away. One great friend of mine has been in his world, I feel the distance.
Chaos has been reigning in my life, every relationship has been tormented by this. Now I hold back in fear. I want somethings to fall in place, some frindships, but I still fear to get hurt. The problem is, my self defence mechanism is too strong, and may hurt others. The only way around this would be getting me in a very calm day, by surprise, without shaking everything, and gently try to reach me without touching any scars. Yeah I know... too much trouble right?!
I used o let down my guard around some special people, today, there is only one and a half person to which I would lower my guard if entrance was requested.
But I say to myself, the words of a nice song I heard, epic, my style:
I will rise up from the chaos
I will rise up from the grave
A brother to the darkness
A master to the slave.

Someday I'll be fully back, fighting with all my courage, power and wisdom. Until then I ask that Nyx waches over me.

Love, true Love.
It takes a lot to be true love, basicly it takes a lot for anything to be "true". Love may take great ordeals, may result in the worst decisions in your life, it may be the cause of your soul ripping apart but you'll probably not realise it until it is too late.
I would be too much pretentious if I would try to explain what is true love. I have my opinion but it surely is different from others, but since it is what can break any shield, and touch the deepest and most emotional parts of my heart and leave me helpless in tears, I take it is what my heart believes.
I find that most of the time true love comes along with true friendship. Of course, since I haven't seen any of those in real life, any references I have come from fictional histories. These histories have been serving as an inspiration for me for some time now.
I complain a lot to myself about what I have been through, and I still find it all unfair, but I feel that I should respect the memories of those who showed true love in the histories. So whenever I remember those moments, or when I get sad, I think that some people(even if fictional) trully loved someone and were loved back, but eventually never had the chance to enjoy this. For that I must not stop in trivial things, I am still alive, and may find true love in the future, so I must not give up,or I'll be betraying their memories.

For Rosette, for Sakura, for Tia, for Saber, for Selan.

For each tear dropped, a memory inside.
For each tear lost, a dream forgotten.
For each tear absorbed, a little hope regained.
And with that hope, I shall not give up!

"If you don't cry when you want to, you are not going to smile" - Negi Springfield.

In addition, researchers also are discovering that people who cry frequently enjoy better health overall.

May everyone find true love and true friendship, that way the world would be a better place. At least... mine would be ^^.

A Hand Offering

You who hide in silence
protected by a huge maze
avoiding meeting my gaze
leaving words in cadence

I hope you can hear my words
they are no more than simple
should they not go into records
at least cause you smile to ripple

I think I get why you want to be alone
I am from the elemental of darkness
alone is where I plant my happiness
but back there, a door made of stone

a path where nice people can come
nice like you, who can bring hope
but something for you to overcome
let people climb in, offer a rope

I search a way inside you life
I guess I can't help myself
Trying not to cause a strife
I wall using all me stealth

maybe someday I'll find the door
I will knock gently, a sign of calm
I'll wait to hear the voice I adore
and if you open, I'll offer my palm

Either come with me, or let me in
I'll jump and sing to make you smile
I'll use my grace, and all my style
to make you laugh until you spin

Forgive me for the intrusion
I meant no harm, or confusion
I do this only to make you better
that is why I give you this letter

It may not seem, but hear the truth
I may not be brimming with youth
But it makes me glad trying to assist
To make you happy is why I insist

I ask for nothing but a chance
To empower your inner light
To let your soul out to dance
Make you sing with all you might

I may be just another friend
Maybe not what you asked for
but here I am, up to the end
Waiting to meet you at the door

So not to be inconvenient
I'll try to keep my distance
Still offering my assistance
Hoping you don't feel so absent.

I may not have all the words, all the aswers or even listen to you the way that I should,
but my heart wants to tell you to be happy, or I'll be there trying to make you smile.
I can offer you little but my company, but sometimes that is all it takes ^^.
This is for you Ju, may not be much, but it's my way of trying ^^.