Goodbye

I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't there. I'm sorry I couldn't say goodbye. But even though I'm far away my tears will fall for you, wherever it is you are and I hope, even though it may already be too late, that one day you'll find it in your heart to forgive what I've done...what we've done. May the angels guide you to a better place into the arms of those you love.
Rest in peace.


In memory of Grampa C.
1936 - 2011

Insane delusion

Someone shut up that infernal song! I pulled my head under my pillow but the melody continued. Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!! I pushed the ends of the pillow up against my ears and still it followed. I'm gonna kill it! Today is the day I'm gonna kill that damn thing!
Growling I stumbled out of bed and sleepily made my way up the stairs towards the kitchen. My mom was there, watching her afternoon shows.
"Oh, well good-morning, sleeping beauty. Or rather good afternoon. You woke up just in time for lun-" She stopped suddenly as she watched me walk towards the countertop and snatch a butcher knife from the drawer. "What are you going to do with that?"
"I'm going to kill that damn Ice cream truck."

The Bucket List

- Publish my book
- Buy a bow and quiver
- Visit Disneyland/Universal Orlando
- See the Cirque du Soleil / "Wicked" Broadway musical live
- Travel to Rome/ Scotland/ Japan
- Go to a gun range
- Finish my Majors in Biology and Anthropology and take a minor in behavior analysis
- Go to a comicon
- Learn 5 other languages
- Play baseball
- Visit my friends from Portugal and take them to Palacio da Regaleira
- Learn how to drive car/motorcycle
- Play paintball
- Disney cruise to Alaska with my mom and sis
- Become a foster parent at an animal shelter
- Get a part-time job at a library/bookstore
- Take a Kendo class
- Learn to play Poker7blackjack
- Visit the Georgia Aquarium/New York Museum of Natural History
- Go scubadiving
- Climb a tree
- watch at least 500 animes
- Ride a horse
- Own an X-box so I can play assassin's creed and naruto
- Have my palm read/future told

That's all I can remember for now...however I'll keep adding as they come to mind.

What do you wish to do before you die?


Deadman Wonderland



Lyrics:
Slit the throat off reason and reality
Cut myself and scream for their insanity
Wake up to this nightmare that will never end
Main attraction of this twisted master plan

I will be your deadman
With nothing but this blood on my hands
Stuck in your "Wonderland"
I wanna make you bleed just like me..

So make me your deadman
With only poison in my veins
Stuck in your "Wonderland"
Stagnated by the passivity
I'm gonna make you bleed like me!

"One Reason"
DWB ft. Fade

A tale well told...

I've read thousands of books throughout my life. They are my passion, my obsession, my most precious friends. To me books are like thousands of unexplored worlds, their inky pages waiting for me to join them in their unknown adventures. I love to stay up late enchanted by their midnight lullabies. So many have passed through my hands, tales for children, for teens and, as I kept growing, a curiosity for those of young adults. Many authors sang to me, many tried to bound me with their spells but never had one fascinated me. They were like symphonies played by various grand masters one can only help but appreciate. However there was none that captivated me. None I can call a master among masters...until now.

A few months ago, I stepped into a library absentmindedly when a small book caught my attention, hidden in the bottom corner of a huge bookshelf. It was a pocket size white book with an amazing yet simple cover. An quite ordinary book in itself. However as I flipped it around, the words on the back caught me at once. The web of tales sprang to life before my eyes. Unable to contain it, I found myself buying all three books of the trilogy. As I read them, the black words humming like a spell, I knew I had found it. A book worth reading. A book worth admiring. It was unlike any other I've read so far and therefore I can't help but feel compelled to give such author the praise he rightful deserves. 

After reading all three I felt the urge to see more of his work, to know what other tales he had to tell. Making a quick visit to Barnes and Nobles I found just one other book from the same author. Like his previous novels, his words sang to me without any hesitation or effort. It was like a whole new world, something refreshingly new and original...

Now I can say, without doubt or uncertainty, that my favorite author is definitely Mr. Brent Weeks.

Night Angel Triology:

The Lightbringer Triology:

For those who are intrested, click here to take a peek inside both books:
http://www.amazon.com/Night-Angel-Trilogy-Brent-Weeks/dp/0316085146/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1305086661&sr=1-2-spell
http://www.amazon.com/Black-Prism-Lightbringer-Brent-Weeks/dp/0316075558/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1305086661&sr=1-1-spell

Paranormal

Such a word has invoked much questioning as to whether the supernatural truly exists and, if so, why its comprehension lays outside the rational understanding and knowledge from that of our kind. Many a time we find ourselves, even if just once in our lives, wondering if such a concept is true. As all in this world we stand divided, in one form of another, not by reason but by our belief. Yet throughout the years hypocrites and cowards hid behind such faith in empty hope, which clouded their vision and defined their boundaries. To fully understand yourself it isn't enough to merely understand what you are but what also you are not.

So the question I ask is thus: If you are one who accepts the paranormal, do you believe because you truly admit its existence or do you believe because you wish it to be so? And for all the non-believers, do you disclaim such "unreal" notions because you only accept what humanity's scientific facts can prove or because you're too afraid to admit that it may be true?

Restricted minds bring forth controversy. Only those willing to surpass normal reason can see the unmistakable truth. Yet dare to see too much and you will become bound once again...to your own insanity. 


Just a midnight delusion in an internal debate...