Christmas
Well, long has passed and I've neglecting this blog.
Well, we passed through that 200th post, and I have lots of subjects lined up.
But I've been enjoying some rest after all the struggles I faced.
So soon I'll be writing more often hopefully.
For now, merry christmas to everyone, and good celebrations all around during this time of year.

From us all,
Maelstron, Maxim, Thomas

The Death of an Angel
Well, I don't mean an actual angel, she could be from any race. Maybe part angel, maybe part shadow, maybe part demon. What matters is how she acted, and she did it like only the angels you imagine do.
Steph. That's her name... or at least part of it.
She grew as a timid person. She didn't know lots of people, but she still wandered around smiling and observing. She was very calm, extremely patient and thought before acting.
She had few friends. Those she had she vowed to protect. She formed a special kind of bond, even though they did not know it. She was the one behind the simple things, the one who went after that special gift, or the one to give support whenever needed.
Life was simple. Her only troubles were things that made her stronger.
Her observations gave her unique insight of the world, or that's what she believed. But she knew she had lots to learn yet.
She realized how people around the world related to one another. How there are groups of peoples, split by what they do in life and how their priorities stand. The funny thing she discovered was this hidden, barely known group. She saw how life took it's course, but near everyone happy, there was someone working the extra mile, cleaning the stones in the path.
Most people aren't aware of these people. Well of course these people aren't invisible, they talk with everyone, like any ordinary person. The difference lies in their actions. The way they do things to make other feel better, they work on simple things, like carrying your drunk friend home or paying attention to their preferences. They do nice things, but... they don't take credit. You see, people complain whenever something bad happens in their life, but they rarely question when something good happens. Sometimes it's luck, some are fruits of hard work, but when one is having fun and enjoying a good streak one almost never stops to think it could be because of someone else.
As she grew her own identity, she felt that this was her style, to help, in the silent of the night. She took every opportunity she could, was it a sad face, or the nickname in the messenger or simple tone in someone's voice. She tried to get to know people, just to help. She listened to others, that made them feel better. She paid attention to details. She tried to be nice. This was her routine.
Bound to her own life cycle, she continued each day with her routine.
Bonds with friends were loosened through the years, old companions left her life. She didn't realize the consequences of this, so she focused on her friends.
New friendships began. Old ones broke. She was in transition to a new stage of her life.
Things were different, more mature. She still had not found her missing knowledge.
Critical changes were at her front, she had to react in order to preserve her vows. So she adapted.
This critical change, the loss of a friend, the now more mature part of her, and the need to stand on her own gave her the snap of knowledge she needed.
She would come to regret this.
She felt for the first time helpless. No action could save this old friendship. She felt that this was something important to people. Friendship was a feeling worth preserving. So she dedicated herself to her friends.
After some choices, a road lead to a pot of happiness for her, this second chance with her past.
This was the time to learn. She was beside one of the greatest angels of all time, and she met another one during this same period.
One thing about this particular group of people. You know how most people tend to live with people like them. So geeks go with geeks, artists hand with artists and well, most people follow this pattern. It is all about finding the group where you identify yourself. But contrary to these groups, "angels" don't hang with angels. They seek people who need them, or for some natural unexplained reason, people who need them seek these guardian angels. From what she observed, she never saw two true angels hanging together. Usually, we consider the group of these guardian angels, and the group in need of help. The thing is, this one way relationship does not help the angels. Since angels don't usually help each other, angels are bound not to get help.
Helping, like doing anything, without recognition is a consuming action. Being an angel implies not to expect recognition.
She found this mirror of her own identity, she look at what she was. She saw what she wanted. She wanted to be able to depend on someone. She wanted an angel for her. She wanted the one thing she could have.
These two angels in her life saw her on the ground, weak, in despair. They took her by the hand, and put her back on her feet. They helped her to survive her own breakdown.
When you're about to break up, you have the small chance of seeing beside you an angel, maybe more, even if you are an angel. You realize you have someone to protect you.
So she found renewed strength in the comfort of other angels. And so she went on with her mission in life, helping people.
She lost countless afternoons talking with people, trying to give them confidence. Hearing their problems, helping them solve them, even the simple ones like math homework.
A lot of learning and growth followed through that time.
But as years pass, time becomes more scarce, and people more distant. But still, the will to help held on. Driven by the will to pass forward the help received she went forward.
A friend's marriage fell, an old colleague passing through a rough time. Some friends with trouble with dates. And each time less time to pay up her own maintenance cost.
She felt the distance with her friends on her wings. A huge weight keeping her from moving in a good pace. She blamed the angels for leaving her, just to elude her from her fate. She was once again alone.
Eventually she found a new set of people to be with.
As she tried to help, make this new set of people feel happier, hope grew with her, the hope her wish would come true. Time was just enough for her dream do scale out of proportion, rendering her depending of that false hope.
This, as it may sound, is quite big. To hope so dearly on one thing, depending on how one person will react, is a really risky gamble. Going against all her common sense, and her own advices, her dream went on.
She felt bad, she knew not why, she had some perception that her dream was about to end. But no one, and I'm yet to find an exception, can brace themselves to see their dreams fall apart.
So it hit the road, on a sharp left turn, it all ended. But wait, we are used to see our dreams die, change or adapt. We do it since kids. Those who dream of becoming soccer stars, astronauts or even curing cancer, but eventually end up in something more "realistic".
It's sad, but it's how we are raised.
So, this critical stop on the wall on the road wasn't that big of a deal. In fact, she knew she could get through it. The catch was, was could not do it alone.
Getting yourself up is hard. It's far more easy to get someone else up. But angels get no help, if they are usually unseen, when they lie on the side of the road, silent, they are even more invisible.
She sat there alone.
Silence...
Deep silence.
Then a little sob.
Her mind was cracking, she kept questioning her own self, asking herself if she was a nice person, if she hurt anyone, if she deserved to be alone. She began to convince herself she deserved to suffer.
Angels should never strive for justice. It's against their nature. Yet, when everything is down, we all wish things were fair. That the rich didn't have so much money, and the poor so little.
Now, when you're suffering, and you rather believe in justice, the only conclusion is that either something really good will happen, or that you deserved to be where you are.
Time passed. Too much time. She did not recover. And no one... waited.
She felt truly alone, and since there was no prospect of good turns, she went with the only possible thing to accept. She was not nice.
She developed this trail of thought. She did what was nice to her, and that hurt people, even if they were her most inner and natural actions. So, in order to help others, the best way was to stay away.
She raised, the little she could, and went on her way. Slowly, everyday farther from others.
No one missed her.
The echo of her voice gradually faded into oblivion.
She was alone.
She ignored her calling.
She ignored those in need. And she felt worse each time.
A year passed down this road.
A year is a long time. It may seem to pass quick. But when each day you look into your own actions and judge yourself, one year is far too much.
The guilt drove her weak.
The feeling of failure drove away all sense of purpose.
She lost a reason to go on.
Why take the next step she asked.
No one answered.
Angels, may fade away. The don't simply die. They fade, disappear from everyone's lives.
They vanish, until not a shred of them is traceable.
She was so sweet.
She is now, nowhere to be found.
She left this world, into a place with flowers as far as the eye can see.
The sad thing... is that...
she will not be missed... because no one ever saw her work...

Meltdown
While I do admit I have been stalling to post here, I did it only because I had no time and wanted to do a quality post. Since this is post number 199, there will be some time until the next post. Unfortunately I have no time at all. My brain is in the current state of a yellow mold, just like a gooey weak substance with no power to do anything but sit there.
It's been some months, I done some tests, have been developing my graduation project. And on the very little time I've had I played some games.
Now, just out of a test, I have some homework to do, but my brain has collapsed. I've been feeling nauseated and woozy since yesterday.
I'm fed up...
I want to relax a bit.
And lately people have been pressing on my last nerve.
I also had some psychologically straining family matters to deal in my head, and my own abilities have been leading me to suffer before time.
Life seems now too fragile to challenge it.
Well, I'm here just to say I'm alive, soon to return to my usual postings. I have some interesting things lined up to post.
Let's see, maybe I can post 200 on my birthday.
Well, I should go back to my obligations.
Until next time.

Luck!

O Fortuna                           O Fortune,
velut luna                          like the moon
statu variabilis,                   you are changeable,
semper crescis                      ever waxing
aut decrescis;                      and waning;
vita detestabilis                   hateful life
nunc obdurat                        first oppresses
et tunc curat                       and then soothes
ludo mentis aciem,                  as fancy takes it;
egestatem,                          poverty
potestatem                          and power
dissolvit ut glaciem.               it melts them like ice.

Sors immanis                        Fate - monstrous
et inanis,                          and empty,
rota tu volubilis,                  you whirling wheel,
status malus,                       you are malevolent,
vana salus                          well-being is vain
semper dissolubilis,                and always fades to nothing,
obumbrata                           shadowed
et velata                           and veiled
michi quoque niteris;               you plague me too;
nunc per ludum                      now through the game
dorsum nudum                        I bring my bare back
fero tui sceleris.                  to your villainy.

Sors salutis                        Fate is against me
et virtutis                         in health
michi nunc contraria,               and virtue,
est affectus                        driven on
et defectus                         and weighted down,
semper in angaria.                  always enslaved.
Hac in hora                         So at this hour
sine mora                           without delay
corde pulsum tangite;               pluck the vibrating strings;
quod per sortem                     since Fate
sternit fortem,                     strikes down the string man,
mecum omnes plangite!               everyone weep with me!

Ever changing, luck can drive you crazy. One day you feel lucky, win prizes, bets, nothing seems to be able to stop you, the next day every little thing, from forgetting your wallet, to being arrested for driving without license, goes wrong.
Luck will always change, untamed. Some have more luck than others, just look around you. Isn't there a person that seems to have all the luck. Someone you've never seen anything bad happen to.
In balance there is people who seem to fight against luck itself. Everyday struggles to get to a destination without something bad happening.
Why is our lives tied to something so unpredictable? What to do then?
Nothing... live.
Try to flow with it. Seek harmony, and go beyond the problems of luck.
Luck, the very essence of the randomness in life.

The Outer Triad
Our life takes us through many things. And even with many decisions to take, and things to balance in life, we still must keep up some principles.
But each person lives in different places, and therefore may have to live up to different principles.
But important things should be global. If possible, universal.
But then again, this will never be true. But I have my own principles. Some that I believe defines a person and one's worth.
After all. We are social beings, so we cannot live alone. But this requires us to have social rules that can guarantee a pacific life, without clashing about every little misunderstanding.
So what is important? To your life you must fight for your happiness, but so that you don't have to brawl with people you know, you must not interfere negatively in someone's life or even against their will. This is tricky, I know. Many moments in life you have to think ahead and see how your next decision, next action will affect the lives of people around you. Just so that we're clear on this, sometimes your decision may affect others, and when you choose not to hurt someone you get hurt, this case is where your decision is neutral, after all, the same ruling goes all ways.
Well, then lets start.
Honor. One of the oldest values in life. One each day more rare to see. People each day are less prone to stand by their word.
Dealing with honor is hard. Means to have respect to others, never back down on your word. This may not seem important, at least not much at first. But in the long run of your relationships, this is what can always be remembered and considered about yourself. A person that lives with honor is usually dependable, and people will know that.
Honor is very subtle thing. I goes from a variety of situations, like not attacking your enemy from the back.
Complicated, but still, a great virtue to balance.
You may think that honor is all it takes to balance socially, or even include this in what honor comprehends. But I feel that this has a meaning of its own, being specially important to have trust in the people close to you. Loyalty.
Loyalty is the greatest key to trust and depend on someone. When you are in danger, you will count in someone loyal to you, someone who does not wish your harm.
Loyalty comes in many ways. You may see the groups of jocks who band together always loyal. A friend who vows to never let a man come between you two or the people who will follow you through hell to help you accomplish your goals.
Balancing this means you are reliable. And of course, you can only expect people to be loyal to you if you are loyal to them, it's a two-way deal.
As any action taken has deeper ramifications than it appears, one should be more aware of his/her decision. What to choose? Good question. Most likely, whenever you had a decision to make you chose the least selfish decision, but, to make this clear, it was probably not a selfless decision.
People are in general, hummm...., kind. Kind meaning good, but not very good, just a bit towards good... nice. So when those people have to make a decision, they don't go upfront doing whatever pleases them most, they tend to think a bit about the people they care about before they do anything harsh.
Should one think about everyone in the world before a decision is taken? Yes... ideally. But of course this is impossible. So who should you think about? Well, there is no easy answer to this. But the simple form of thinking that should lead to the most balanced solutions is just be fair!
Fairness, this is tricky. You have to take a hard job to do this... become a judge. You have to look from the most points of view possible, than think about the consequences to anyone involved. And make a fair decision, even though someone important to you may dislike it.
Being fair will not make you more popular with your friends. But will improve your valor as a person. Siding with your friends, with the winning side, doing the easy thing, these kinds of decisions are easy to make, but probably will lead to destruction. Taking sides is socially important, but manifesting your point over other's lives should be done with extreme caution and fairness, after all you wouldn't want to deeply wound someone for your mild comfort, would you?
In the end, even if some people close to you dislike your fair decision, true friends and those capable of understanding, will know that your decision was for a greater good.
Honor, Loyalty & Fairness. Three values in life that should be balanced, for the sake of your social life and the peace among mankind.

The Sun Hidden in the Veil
The usual path, though normally dull, reveals surprising things sometimes.
Maybe it was the good mood, or the odd weather that has been going on... you know, with people freezing around here. But still, it was a great sight, maybe even a good omen.
The sky has this veil of clouds, gray, small, roundish, very close to one another and going from one side to the other side of the horizon. It covered all the sky, even though they were clearly segmented.
All sky except for the end of the path in front of me, where for some reason they halted all at same time, creating a thin line, very straight line. The way it ended gave the clear impression that the veil of clouds was as thick as a normal veil is, despite the fact that it blocked visual access to the upper parts of the sky.
At that very end, the sun was either rising still lower than the horizon or rising already behind the veil. But the sure thing was it's proximity. The rest of the horizon, above all other distractions, and under all clouds was the shinning light of the sun, painting the end of the path yellow.
To the left smoke rose from somewhere. Too distant to see where. But the small rising blackish rising cloud just left of the golden horizon and going upwards to meet their gray counterparts made this path seem right.
The strange thing was that the clouds. When you looked upwards to see them they had this blot pattern, and were so still that one could swear they were looking into a painting, one with lots of single, strong strokes to make clouds.
Great sight to pass through any path.

The Elements: Introduction
As I find a mood to discuss this, I come here to introduce my concept of the elements that form our universe.
This is only to explain what I'll do.
I'll be trying to show what our culture believes of such element, try to put my opinion about those beliefs, explain my understanding of each elements and analyze a bit about life in the process.
There are many things one could say about life and creation. Of course, being it all a mystery all we can do is guess and play with elaborate plots. In the it probably won't matter, being that will never discover the absolute truth.
Some people believe weird things. I'm no exception. But as people believe in horoscope, and that a single daily phrase maybe true to 1/12 of whole population of the world, we observe how people want to see a pattern, anywhere, in their lives, in the news, in their test exams or even in the sidewalk. We have some reluctance about accepting the randomness in life's daily routine. So I will try to bring up one more pattern for us, not about some as accurate as the horoscope intends to do, but nearly some behavioral patters one might find useful to pay attention.
For starters, I'll leave something for people to imagine. I say there are 16 elements that are the base elements of life. Some are extremely common, some just common, some a bit unusual, and one that never is perceived as an element. If I'd ask you, what do you think are those 16 elements?

Unstable Feelings
Contrary to what the topic might suggest, this is not a bad thing.
Just something strange that happened to me today.
I was at the super market, buying some things to cook/prepare tomorrow. I was at the speed line (the one destined to people with up to 20 products, I'm not sure of the term in English) behind two clients. The first one, already passing things through the clerk, had lots of things, and was deciding about taking or not an extra set of plates. Took some time for the speed line, but ok.
The second client, which at first I thought was with the first, was just and old (I think he was old) man carrying just a bread pack, if I'm not mistaken a pack with 12 small breads. When the clerk finished with the first client he stepped up, handed a two-Real (name of the currency here =p) bill. The clerk passed the bread, picked the money and handed the bread to him again, then he left.
Strangely, this is the reason for this post, at that moment, just before he paid the clerk, I felt somehow happy, that comfortable, at peace happy. I thought of this old man, coming alone, quietly and peacefully coming to the super market just to buy a pack of breads, leaving as simply as he must have come. Though this set may seem sad, the simplicity of the act, and undisturbed peace he seem to have made me feel more human.
Maybe it all culminates to me from the events of the day, and the full strain of my emotions. But I felt happy, for apparently NO reason... and that feels good in the end of the day.

So, soon it will be the post number 200. I'm trying to come up with something very special, though maybe sad, to post as number 200. If it goes as I plan, it should be the second best post I've done here. I look forward to it...

Taking Cover
Our weird society led us to a life with, for an almost unknown reason, a life more filled with misery, stress and sadness than a happy careless life.
This is widely known, even Douglas Adams made a joke about this in his epic collection.
But still, if you pay attention closely, you may find some strange, and unusual, things in our lifestyle.
I was heading for my car, after a long day in my college where I finished two, somewhat troublesome, programs I had to make. Even knowing I could sleep more at peace at night, my attention turned to the, extremely troublesome and painfully hard, program I'll have to make until the end of the week.
It struck me, not as unusual, but as a memory, something that I knew, and thought I should post. People, tend to put easier, more pressing troubles upfront, so they can hide their disappointment until the unavoidable, boringly annoying trouble can't be delayed anymore. This makes them go longer with a better humor, because they "block out" the trouble in their minds. Of course, some troubles and some people just don't work this way, but this may happen more often than you imagine.
I see lots of people, filling their lives with things to do, just so that they don't stop, and see the real problems in their lives. The ones that they don't want to face.
Funny like we managed to conceal pain with less painful troubles just so that we can keep a smile and positive mood most of the time.
I wonder if this is good?!.

The Edge Between Extremes.
There is a place, some weird and uncharted place, where extremes meet. Not any extreme, the most common one, happiness versus sadness.
This place, is kind of a fluke, you don't realize when you enter it of even when you leave it. This place, has a thin line, commonly seen in many different places, where two different states are separated only by this line. The difference here is that you have states with such a difference, where they would normally have many states in between and that much lines dividing them.
So I know not how I got there, or how (if) I got out, but there was I.
When I saw that scene, classic happy ending, at the same time I felt that empty feeling like that same ending was missing in my life. So process took me to a familiar place, the tear filled eyes.
As the tears feel, the pain and sadness collided with the warmth of the happy ending, among the chaotic breathing, with the classic running nose, I was crying because I was happy, AND because I was sad.
This, my people, is truly confusing.
Maybe there are more lines between extremes, but this one I've seen in person.

The Beauty of Death
What do you think about death?
If you ask any person on the street, around you, a friend or just someone you know, good chances are that the answer will be around "death is bad, I don't want to die"
Of course people don't want do die, and those who want usually try to kill themselves. Eventually there will be people who will say they don't care, that life is bad, that they look forward to death. This can be because killing oneself is not as simple as the will to die, and of course many people who "look forward to death" will cower when time comes to meet the grim reaper.
Some say death is part of life. Well, if you live you'll die, hence they are intrinsically connected. But even if we know well die someday, people fear death like it is the weirdest thing in life, like they didn't know it was coming. This is strange to me in someway.
Life, as much as people generally like to live, is not even close to fair... and so while some people seem to get everything they want, some seem to be cursed to fail at anything that might make them happy. Some people, I believe, really do have nothing to live for, this leads to one powerful but sad thing, they do not fear death. Like a movie once joked, you don't have to fear a man afraid to die, you have to fear the one who is NOT afraid to die.
Some people live, but aware that they'll eventually die, and they enjoy every single moment of life because someday they won't be able to do so anymore. I guess this philosophy is a great one.
But that is not the seven headed hydra that they say around it. Death, as much as life is part of something really beautiful, just look around nature. Many people have understood this, death brings life, from death the most beautiful things grow, and they one day will die, this cycle remains constantly bringing this awesome flow into the universe.
If you've seen some good dramas, you probably have seen another great thing about death. People are unusually true to their nature around death, be it the one who lie to get his ass out of it, or the one will joke around because they have no respect for death or the one who cries desperately because they find death to be the ultimate tragedy. And for this same reason deaths brings out one good thing... literally a good one. People, usually, are "gooder" when in the face of death. When someone close to you is dying you treat him/her better. When someone died, people arise to comfort those suffering from the tragedy. And of course, my personal favorite, when one dies, this legion of people, friends, family, co-workers, people from old days, they all appear, sometimes as if from nowhere, to say everything they didn't say because they are (I apologize for this) stupid. They come to pay respect, they come to show sympathy, they come to regret their bad-timed words, their unspoken voice the not getting to know one better. Of course, those who feel the backlash of death suffer, and my sympathy goes to them. I believe in this moment arises a kind of unique opportunity, not that anyone will take it, but this may be the time for some people to reflect, upon their own life, are they happy, are they treating everyone fairly any question about life. This can, and probably will, lead to personal growth.
Dealing with death is always hard, but life is not easy, why should death be?! But there may be important consequences in death. If you have an encounter with the reaper and survive, just think about your life, don't take such event for granted. In the same fashion, if you know someone who is dying, observe, talk with him/her get to know the life of someone who has not the luxury of changing his/her own fate. See what motivates them in their life, the rest of it. This may prove to be enlightening to you.
Death is here to show us what really matters. And it is important to know what makes you wake up the next day. Why do you live?!
My personal advice, if you have nothing to live for, DON'T look for death, it will find you when the time is right. Until then, live on doing something you find important, even if it's not something that will make you wake up the next day, but you may change people's lives to the best, and maybe in the process find something that makes you want to see the next day.
And remember, honor the dead, those who are dying and death itself.

Energy Waves
- You remember when we were little, we used to play around with our energies all the time.
- But that's because we were hyperactive children. Grown people don't just spread energy waves around for no reason.
- Yeah, but grown people also do many stupid things, so... they're not the best model for this comparison. But still, energy waves can be felt all around, even without expanding it, or actively using it. They are part of our "personality".
- But there are those who can conceal their energy.
- Yes, I should know. - he grimed - But they are not a majority and neither do they conceal their auras all the time.
- So you believe these auras, even if we don't consciously try to track, we feel and our response changes accordingly to other people's energy?
- Mainly. It would explain more things than thinking it is wrong.
- Like what?
- Well too many things to keep us here more time than we should. But I could exemplify one more evident.
They turned the chairs in which they were sitting to face each other. The place was a bit more crowded than usual, so the noise was covering most they were saying. So mainly no one was paying attention to them.
- See people here?! Well, they all seem to be talking to someone they know. But why do people talk with others?! You probably wondered about this. Most of these people had no reason at all to be together this day. Hell, we didn't have a reason to be friends.
- We didn't?
- Well, think about the things in common. We have some great things, but mostly we are completely different. So are most people. What binds them... energy waves.
- No wait, there are many reasons to be together with someone, even if you have nearly nothing in common.
- Agreed. But still, you probably know a lot of nice people. What stops you from being with them all the time, and getting to know them better? People eventually know much more people than they actually pass time with. And some of them surely are great people. But study akin to numerology and astrology, but lacking the precision of the former and the success of the latter. still, they lack something that allows this binding. This is the same with love at first sight. Or why some people arouse others' curiosity while others don't. This all happens because at some point they got together, for some random and unimportant reason, and as their energy waves were proper for them to want to get to know each other. This sudden interest, in someone you don't know has no logical reason. But it happens somehow. I can only give it to energy waves.
- Well, it does have no logical explanation.
- Yep. I realized this a long time a go, when I looked around my classmates and even though many of them were cool, some very nice people, some very beautiful, some with many interests in common with me, I had no special interest in becoming better friends with them. But for some reason, I wanted to meet some very random people from my class, or friends of my friends, even though they seemed not interested in me, some treated me with disdain, or just ignored me. Some I've become very good friends despite the odds. That can only be due to our matching energy waves.
- Probably.
- Likewise, even if you have such an affinity for someone, if they don't have the same feeling for you, the relationship probably won't work, at least not on the long run.
- I think that happens more often then the first case.
- Hehehe, I agree. This is a strange part of things. But remember when you see someone that interests you for no apparent reason, there are things there that may turn this person in one of the best you've ever met.

Memory Check List
Recently I realized how weird my memory is. Well, at least I realized a new level I didn't perceive before.
I had a tendency to forget things I told myself to remember over and over. Like those things you remember that you must do the next day, and say to yourself, don't forget, but when it comes to it you never remember it. But I got used to, important things I sometimes send an e-mail to myself as a reminder, sometimes I focus really hard and kind of "save" in my memory what I had to do, so I keep remembering from time to time.
This saving things in the memory leads to something I can only describe as memory check list. You brain thinks all the time, even when you don't realize it (probably not during your sleep, who knows), but it is hard to keep it thinking on the right track. So I think we have a part of your memory destined to check up things. Important things eventually end up there and so when your brain wonders off in random thoughts it sometimes glimpses at this check list sees if there is some upcoming pending important thing to do.
Have you ever remembered something kind of urgent on your way home, just out of nowhere when thinking about something completely unrelated? So that would be the function of this check list.
But as any list it requires maintenance. You can't remember everything after all.
So what I came to realize is that I have a bug in my maintenance function.
I had something important I had to do, simple, like warning someone about something. I was waiting for the opportunity to do it, so from time to time I checked if I could do it. Eventually an event occurred so I didn't have to do anything anymore. But still, I check about 6 times if I could do the thing I had to do but didn't have to do anymore. Then I went to bed and reset the check list.
It was kind of annoying saying to myself for the sixth time, you don't have to check this anymore, so stop wasting your time. Instinctively I went to check for something I didn't need anymore, even though I knew I didn't need to check. But this check list access is so fast, that it goes and does not warn the rest of the memory, resulting in unprocessed actions.
Weird huh?
I've done this several times, but only really registered it recently.
My memory is one of the worst I know.
I wonder if these things happen to others as well.

Attached Memories
Sit.
Wait.
Stop.
Breath.
Listen.
Listen well.
what does is remind you?
this familiar song. It carries so many memories.
Great ones.
You don't need to do something great over again to feel the same feeling.
All you need is to sit.
Listen. Listen well. This song was a mark in time, it has ALL the feelings you need with it.
Songs & Memories. A very powerful duo.
All you need is to listen.
Stop.
Sit.
Listen.

The Last Best Thing: Games
What was your last best game? What was the last game you played that made you feel like that was the best game in the whole history? Not the best game you've ever played, I'm asking about a game you played and think it deserves the tittle of best of games.
You see, it's impossible to determine what is the best game. Even among each category it is hard.
But in your life, (you who played enough), probably came upon a game that meant so much to you, that you faithfully believe it's the best game of all time.
One game you've played many times. One which you never get tired of. The one you recommend to all your friends.
Games, just like anything in life, can be a simple waste of time, but can also be one of the most valuable experiences in one's life. Just like a movie, it can have the perfect music to reflect the characters feelings. Just like a book, it can have the perfectly placed words that make you live the story of the book. Just like a painting, it can have a image, even if crude, that is worth all the words possible to describe the scene. Just like anything you interact in your life, you can relate to it, to the characters' desires, wishes, battles, feelings, code of conduct, style and so on.
Have you seen a game like this? Not necessarily perfect, not like this description, but a game you'd like to call the best.
And finally, if you know any game like this, what was the last game you played that felt like this?
Interestingly, I've chosen many games because of their style, name or just at random. But there is one game. I entered the store, not a big or famous one. My father was with me. I was very young. I wanted a famous game, that I thought would be interesting. They had none, or at least I did not find them. So I went for genre. Role Playing Games.
This one caught my attention. Simple name. Second in it series. Thought they did not have the first. Promised many things. Had very interesting new things. "The Ultimate Role Playing Game!" it said on the back. For some reason I believed it.
I was in the U.S. so I did not have my console with me, so I had to wait the whole trip before I got to play it. I read the manual, the box, anything. I got each time more and more anxious about it. I grew greater expectations by the day. And I'm proud to say it lived up to my expectations.
The games was original, had new interesting stuff, good graphics (for its time), great puzzles, great history, well developed characters and great soundtrack.
Well, this is the game that marked my life as the best game. I do say there are many games around this tittle, and probably this one is not even near the tittle, but in my concept this was the best game I ever played.
So if you have any interest. If you don't mind playing 2D games with sprites. If you have the time. If you like RPG. I'd say try it, with an open mind.
The name is Lufia 2: Rise of the Sinistrals. The Last Best Game I've ever played.

A Digging Dream
At your bed.
At night.
Struggling with cold.
Really really cold.

Winter is there.
You lay there curled.
Under piles of blankets.
Hugging your pillow.

You feel comfortable.
You breath heavily.
Your lungs request more air.
But you feel like not moving.

You start to drowse.
Breathing is not your focus.
Your mind at random thoughts.
Until it goes blank.

Time passes.
Dreams randomly in your mind.
Time really passes.
But then you have a dream.

One significant enough to remember.
A girl, a hug with tears and a talk.
Simple, but meaningful.
Your heart pumped stronger.

The dream of something,
You wish had happened long ago.
Probably the last time you had hope.
The last time your heart beat like this.

You regain conscientiousness.
Everything is dark.
Alone under the blankets.
Isolated from the cold.

You think about it.
Your heart feels young.
But it tells you the grim message.
You no longer wish this dream.

It was good as a dream.
Would have been good ages ago.
Now it would clash with anger.
So you go back to sleep.

Silent is the night.
Under the moonlight veil.
Surrounded by darkness.
Dreams are there to dig your old feelings.

Held by Thorn
Tum Tum!
It tried to find something to beat for, and found nothing.
Weird feeling of the pump for a reason, specially when it finds no reason.
Tum Tum...
it finds the tight rope of thorns holding it down.
it wonders about freedom.
Tum Tum,
will it ever find a new reason to tum?
will I ever find the peace I need to rest?
Tum?
I'm not in the mood for the other tum...

Age Differences
Have you ever looked back to see what were you like many years ago?
Many people wish they could go back in time and redo something in their lives.
I have this practice of thinking things I shouldn't have done, so I don't do them again. Of course I have to revisit whatever feeling I had at that time to understand why I did it.
So I glimpsed back. And realized how different I were. It's not that usual I was a geek now I'm a grown up. No, in fact, I'm still a geek =P.
Many year ago, and when I say many I mean about 95 years ago, there was I, a very shy boy with nothing better to do than video games. I was weak, never practiced any sports, or didn't like them. I wasn't social, knew few people, and was kind of hated by most. Being a geek like I was, I preferred to be at home, playing games, or playing with the few friends I had.
I was ashamed to do things. I feared what other people would think of me. I was raised believing in moral values, not being thought that I had a choice over them, and should choose the most appropriate moment to follow them. I was too timid to do things, so I kept out of other people's ways.
I had little knowledge, and little interest in expanding them.
I was different...
or should I say... I am different.
Now I have more confidence in my self. I have great awareness of my actions and their consequences. I choose without fear and go through it to the end.
I have my plans, great ones. Most will take a lot of effort, which I'm willing to do.
I have no shame about normal things, I have nearly no shame of my actions, and will talk about them freely if I wish.
I have much more knowledge, and there are many things which I still want to learn, and will in time.
I know lots of people, I have my group of friends from the RPG, and the college, we go out from time to time. And many other people I go out with.
Interestingly it seems strange to realize you've changed so much, even though you've been used to being like you are.
We still maintain traces of our childhood. Traces I believe to be unchangeable, eternal. Those traces unique to you, that no matter how much people may try or come close, they'll never have the same traces.
I might have been through a lot, and changed much more than I expected to. But on the good side, I'm much stronger. More than I ever imagined.
People change, fact.
But they do not necessarily change for the best.
I wonder how much will I change in the next years.
Do you?

The Woman in the Red Dress
The place is strange to me, I've never been here before, and probably wouldn't have come if it weren't for her unusual nagging.
Why did she make such a big deal about me coming here tonight, we could have gone to many other nice places without this kind of noise. Where is she? I thought she would have a table reserved for us. Like, what the hell is going on here?!
Maybe I got here first. She wanted to come in separate cars. It's nice for her to be independent, but sometimes I'd like to feel more useful, she could just spend this time with me, it wouldn't kill her.
This place is nice, despite the noise of course. It has many small round tables with thin chairs around them, the lights seem appropriate to talk with your friends about life. People occupy most of the tables, but some are still empty. Apparently two waiters seem to move from table to table picking orders and asking them to the bartender. At the bar, two people are preparing drinks, being one of them the link between the waiters and the kitchen, and the other the main cocktail master. There seem to be another person standing at the counter waiting to deliver the drinks.
People seem to be having fun, talking with each other. Even the few lonely people seem to be enjoying a calm night and having fun with their reading. I wonder how he can read under such dim light, maybe the light above him is enough.
Well, let me get a table for me.
Soft seat, this is good. The ambient music seem enjoyable too. Now that I'm closer to the other tables I can see some people playing card games. Strange thing for a place like this.
Well, I still haven't figured out what king of place is this. There is a piano in the stage at the end of the room. Doesn't seem to have much space to dance, so I'm taking this is a bar with live piano musics. I hope the pianist is good. I know she likes a soft cool music. Yeah, this must be why she wanted to come here, this place is like her, different but still classy. Of course, she seems more like the kind that goes to more agitated places, but this has a touch of her.
- Hi, can I get you something?
- Humm, get me cola, no ice or lemon.
- Ok, anything else?
- No thanks.
- I'll be right back.
Should I get something to eat? Well, I did eat late today, so I'm not hungry, but if she takes too long I'll get something just to nibble on.
- Here it is.
- Thank you.
The lights are fading. Where the hell is she? The performance is about to start.
A thin man enters the stage, all black outfit, he comes calmly and sits at the piano. People start to quiet down, the people playing cards stop their games, the people reading put down their books/papers. Silence takes place, darkness joins it.
The only light remaining is the one in the stage. But it's not at full power. Just enough for the pianist to read.
After one minute he finished stretching an put his hands into the piano. The song flowed with his fingers, gently, but firmly pressing each key, and producing the most soothing melody.
Damn it, she's going to miss it. Should I call her? But then I'll miss it too. Ok, there must be something wrong with her, I'll call her.
At that moment another spot light came to life. And a voice joined the song. A smooth voice, but strong. Amplified by the microphone she entered the stage from the left singing. The pianist was nows playing very low, giving space for the voice to lead the song.
The singer was thin, not too tall, about 1.70 meters, or something like that, with high heels.
Her hair was slightly curled, light brunet with some highlights, she wore no visible makeup, but she had the natural beauty that does not need it. She had the most beautiful smile, and sang very calmly, but you could feel her heart in every word she said.
She had this long, one piece, red dress, with a black design at at the breasts.
She kept singing for some time there, and when the time was right a string bass, and a violin joined the symphony, they came from each side and joined the piano. The created the most melodic back music to complete the voice singing those perfect lyrics.
For some reason, I could only think they were for me. They somehow spoke to my heart directly, they answered questions unsolved for years, they brought ease to the confusion in my heart, and all seemed so beautiful.
In the middle of the spectacle, she began to walk around the tables, not coming too close to each table, but passing happily near each one, but her eyes kept dancing around the room, eventually crossing with mine several times. The drums had joined the party too, appearing only slightly in the side when the curtains sled a bit open.
She stopped singing, giving room for the flute to come in and take on the main melody for some time. She then walked a bit more and went for the front of the stage, right in the center. She looked at me, raised the microphone to her mouth. She smiled.
I felt nervous, this was all too sweet, I felt too happy. I smiled back.
All instruments faded out gently, leaving the drums for an occasional beat check, just to keep the rhythm. She stepped forward taking a deep breath and sang again, without instruments filling, just her voice, her eyes, her walk and the only light in the place dimly following her around.
Those words, the words I vowed not to say out loud, not to reveal to anyone, the same words I've dreamed to hear one day, they came from her, specially to me, and took away every defense, barrier, stress, preoccupation, worries and sadness I had. Left me there, pure to feel how I'd once felt. How she seemed to feel.
She walked to me singing, she came closer, the instruments slowly seemed to return to the music, but I didn't realize it. My mind was on her voice, on her words. She touched my chest, and slid her hand over my shoulder to my hand. She pulled me up from the chair and kept singing looking into my eyes, just a foot away.
That was it, it could not get any more perfect.
From the moment the song ended I knew, I had no doubt, not about this. Not one of the ones that kept me company along many long years. I have no idea why those words have such effect, I've heard others that seem more fit to me, but for some reason, those words are the words I'd like to hear someone sing to me, and she did it.
That's why she didn't come with me, or explain anything. It wasn't to see a show with her, it was to see her perform. Perform to me.
That was all I needed to hear, and then I knew.

Traffic
40 minutes.
Two police cars.
One ambulance.
One tow truck.
All of them passing through me.
And in the end, no accident where I passed.
Damn those 40 minutes of traffic.