Calling Doctor Faggot.

...Well we start off by this overly awesome title that serves a quote ripped out from the movie "The Hangover", and used as my own. I like Doctor Faggot. Sounds like an awesome and random excuse for me to act like a faggot whenever I am surely attacked verbally by a heterosexual macho man jock prick. Please apply the George Carlin war theory here. If you don't know who he is, here it is, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sDkhzHQO7jY&translated=1 . He is a genius. Eitherways, I'm going to talk a little about...well since we're already at it, and as the title suggests, Homossexuality. No, I'm not going to diss the gays you idiot, why do you think I like Kurt Cobain? "I was proud of the fact that I was gay even knowing I wasn't." Applies to me. Bi-curiosity helps.

EITHERWAYS, I came here to diss homophobia. It is ridiculous, as that retarded bitch on youtube whose username was Apologetics, now I don't know where she is. But she made a video responding to a famous lesbian atheist by the username KyoraMishiso, which she simply ranted about homophobia being the FEAR of gays. No you retard, we cannot make another word with the latin of hate and homo, so phobia works and describes the hatred. The meaning goes by the one that invented it.

Anyway, homophobia. The hate of gay people. Not to diss the actual homophobics, because Gerald Gardner(google it), was in fact a homophobic person. The question is, why? I generally first thought of this as a product of religion such as christianity, but I think human behaviours also have to do with that, because we still laugh at the back of the gays, and CALL other people gay as to classify them as low, for men, this is being unmanly, and for women...un...womanly? I don't know, don't really care about that.

Why is being gay such a downer? Is it so different for us to just accept that men can like men, and women can like women? or BOTH?

I mean, surely, I have seen a few people that I know that are...well not that bright, and diss homossexuals. But why? Why take your own anger upon someone you have no idea who they are, you heartless motherfucker? Are you so confused of your own identity that you have to diss what you probably are? Fucking christ, I begin to think that humanity is an asshole by heart! So you probably like to take a dick up your ass, or even to suck some. So fucking what?! Dude, that's fine if you like penis, just don't fucking deny it and be a pain in the homossexual's asses!! No pun intended by the way,

William Rockz. Metal.
See what I did there? Deamon Cohln ending thingie?
...nevermind...
Over and out.

This...is where my story begins.

I am typing this right now, as I realized it was important. This story of mine is currently in proggress, and I will write it down in several moments of my life, when I know I trully changed, when I know I did something, when I know something happened.

So here.


I have came to notice my life has been something far better than I ever realized, something I never deserved, something I need but never wanted. At the moment I am in highschool, finished the final exams, which became a burden to me, because I never always liked to study. I never was interested in school. I was always with my head up in the clouds, contemplating choices and fantasies that would soon come to reality. My feet never stepped down. As I type this, my head forever remains in the sky, but my eyes are always down here, on the earth. The unfortunate world I see before me is something I learned to hate. I don't want to make things look so hateful, because the human is made by both a darkside and a brightside. My darkside is the pessimistic, very timid, usually anti-social, cold, critic and angry, very hateful towards what I called society, and refused to bond with anyone. I now have friends I could never imagine to exist. These friends allowed me to be. They were always there for me, and even prenvented me to take my own life. What a mistake it was, to even try to do that. I value life much more now, but I have much to learn yet. There is still much for me to discover about myself and the world. My dream is to bring a message of hope to the world, a message that would say they are not alone. There's always someone there for you, and you can change the fact that you are alone, because my mistakes shouldn't be made by other people. I have pushed away my friends for far too long, because I was, and am depressed. I accept help, but I want to help as well. I, as many people, would like to be loved. But as many people have told me, love comes where I least expect it. I have yet to expect it, for love now has been nothing but a burden to me. Nothing but cheatings and lies and heartbreaks. Enough. I will search no more, and wait. Right now, it's the least I want, but the more I need. In occasions of my life, not frequently but in periods of years, I will have moments of realisation. I will write this as I learn.

Thank you for listening.

Guilherme Rebelo

The Choking game,

The choking game. The most ridiculous and stupid way for a human teenager to reach out for the euphorical "high".

First of all, I edited this post to enlighten people on what it is, instead of only to express my anger upon it.

In case you don't know, the choking game is not a game AT ALL, but a way to get high by cutting the oxygen flow to the brain, which in exchange makes you feel lightheaded, like you were about to pass out. It is NOT. SAFE. It kills your braincells, and it can cause permanent brain damage. I am seeing right now reports, and news upon kids that TRIED this thing(not very sure, but it talks a lot about it), now they are mentally challanged and their sibblings suffer a lot because of it. Most are reported as suicides, and I'm not giving a lecture here.l Stop doing it. do ACTUAL drugs. You may get caught but to hell with it. It's better than winding up dead. I have more to do than drugs, and drinking maybe a thing slighty less dangerous, unless you're a complete dumbass and get drunk all the time. Well in that case stop or be stubborn and addictive and go die elsewhere until you admit you need help. Seriously, I'd rather do fucking marijuana than to choke myself. I MAY be suicidal, but something tells me that I have a lot to live for. Something yet comes, don't waste your time on this bullshit.

Wolfgang, Over and out.


P.S: Já agora, uma mensagem para os tugas que lêm isto, http://umgajosempiada.blogspot.com/ aqui têm o blogue do meu irmão mais velho. Ele até é engraçado, e imita um bocado o Ray William Johnson, Mas no seu próprio sentido. É um Ray William Johnson Tuga.

Erros...

*no vazio interior do meu corpo que não me deixa sentir, solto um suspiro* ...

Bons dias...Hoje a mensagem do blogue vai ser um lamurio deprimente da minha parte em português, porque sinceramente isto já devia ter pelo menos mais um, e lamuriar é coisa de português...

O meu erro, mais uma vez residiu nas minhas esperanças de uma relação amorosa no qual estava optimista, mas devido a pressões familiares, a minha parceira foi obrigada a ceder. Nós não queríamos isto, tentamos, mas depois somos forçados devido a forças superiores e obrigações...

Mais uma vez, um erro que eu não devia ter cometido, uma estupidez enorme, agora que me causa dor...

Vá lá, gozem o que quiserem, estou-me nas tintas para vocês...

Wolfgang, signing out.

Videogames.

Aah...Videogames! The sweet dimensions of groups of pixels that form a hot character and beautifull backgrounds and violence whereever you look...

Then the worse happens. Addiction.

Consequences are, in case if you're someone ACTUALLY important and are good at SOMETHING...

First is, you start to lose communication with your closest friends, the decent people you met from the internet, reality, that aren't so addicted to videogames as YOU...

Then, you start losing your talent, for example, you stop drawing(or not, some people I know still draw, which is good, keep on doing that), your technique starts to get sloppy and your drawings ain't the same they were.

Next is you only DO THAT.

Folks, if you play world of warcraft, in moderate times, good for you, you found a time killer.

But hear me. DO NOT. GET. ADDICTED TO THAT GAME. World of Warcraft takes your fucking soul!!!

People that become too addicted to videogames like WoW usually lose their lives and interests to it, and when they're not playing everything else just seems boring.

Newsflash: Life has a lot more to it than you think.

Search for old friends, make new ones! Pack up your feelings and worries, do your homework if needed(un-applied to writer)!

Life is beautifull, so get up from that chair and go do something, play guitar, read a book, draw anywhere you'd like(even in walls if allowed!), go out with your friends, listen to the bands you once liked lots, and followed each of their steps of development!

Spread the word.
William, Over and out.

Slow People.

Ok, this is really getting old...what the heck is wrong with you people?!

I admit that I made mistakes, some big some small, and some bad. I hurt a few people yes, but for the following seconds after I did that, I have good friends here to cheer me up, because I always blame myself because of it, and I get depressed.

But let's put that aside.

What REALLY pisses me off, is the fact that about a week later, the friend of the person I unfortunately hurt, and which we worked things out, starts asking about the subject. Last time that happened to me I nearly snapped and said I wasn't to hear that shit especially from that person. This one was different, well that person happened to accept my decision and I'm glad.

What REALLY annoys me, is people that keep nagging about that subject and never seem to shut the fuck up!! It's fucking annoying!! They remind you of EVERY fucking detail, every single feeling!!

This is where solutions come in, IF you're a male follower of this blog...

1. Talk to that person calmly, explain that it wasn't your intention(unless if you're a fucking asshole that is), and that you felt even worse by doing that, you talked to the unforunate victim and it's all fixed.
2.If number one doesn't work do it with simple words and curse words along.

God people, shut the fuck up!

Peace out.

Minha introdução e razão pelo qual estou a começar isto...

A principal razão de este blogue e provavelmente porque não consegui fazer log in ao site, e de sem querer registei-me a pensar que era só uma conta...mas pronto. Agora que esta feito...

Este blogue geralmente vai ser, sobre temas múltiplos, onde incluo bastante a minha opinião. (logo, já sabem a razão do título...)

Até agora não há grandes temas, e existe falta de razões para continuar a escrever no momento. Adeus.

P.S: Vou escrever traduções de algumas páginas em inglês, para quem...queira visitar, e quando tiver a paciência.