tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-189901302024-03-13T20:38:55.178+00:00Angel AlucardBrunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16458865800228943272noreply@blogger.comBlogger784125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18990130.post-33751518657646913352024-03-13T20:38:00.001+00:002024-03-13T20:38:21.948+00:00Following and Unfollowing I've recently started <i>cleaning </i>my social media following. Again.<div>In the last week's, I've been unfollowing a lot of accounts related with porn, leaving only those accounts that share some clips and some actors, and politics. However, I know myself and I know I'll be chasing some of those people back. From both spectrums.</div><div>The thing is that anxiety makes me do it. I even follow and unfollow people that I know in a spree. My mind works in a strange way. I think that me and a certain person haven't been in each other's life for a while, so it doesn't makes sense to still follow them. As for porn or politics, I'm tired of chasing the same old thing - cock or the politicians I'm voting for - under different faces or backgrounds. So I unfollow them. Later on, I'll start following them again, because... Well, because they've been followed by me before and I liked what I saw.</div><div>Things are still going down the path where I unfollow them. I'll most likely give them a follow again. Soon. Or later. Who knows? And at this point, who actually cares?</div>Brunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16458865800228943272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18990130.post-91846047931651312202024-02-20T09:38:00.001+00:002024-02-20T09:38:11.721+00:00The Blessing and the Curse of Technology Technology is a blessing. And a curse.<div>I am typing this message inside a very full bus. Few seats and not that much space for people doing this long hour trip on their feet. I am deactivating the cell phone's browser and Google Chrome, as I am sticking with Brave and have been for a while. And this process has been kinda painful: Google Chrome is the most used web browser and as most cell phones are part of Android universe, it's more than natural. However, it hands me a little too many ads and trying to read anything is almost certain that I'll end up hitting a surprise pop up ad. My cell phone is a Redmi, which gives me Mi Browser as a default. And although Mi browser blocks some commercials, it still allows pop ups; trying to see something on YouTube still gives me ads, despite the ad block. And although I'd like to use the easiness of Chrome or being faithful to Mi Browser, Brave wins. Wins because you block ads, because it blocks cookies without having websites asking to accept or decline cookies, YouTube runs smoothly with an aggressive ad block. However, I sometimes feel guilty for not being faithful to my mobile's ecosystem or brand browser. It might sound stupid, but it is what it is.</div><div>As it happens with browsers, it happens with e-mail apps: I have two email accounts (I deleted my 15 years old Yahoo account, last year or a couple of years ago). None of them are from Gmail, although I was using using Gmail's app. I decided to download the app of my email provider, deactivate Gmail and also use my provider's 2 factor authenticator.</div><div>I also decided to clean, out of anxious guilt, my social media. I am I following a little too many politics' accounts, a little too many pornographic accounts. All that to end up feeling guilty and, by the end of the month, actively search for some of those accounts. This happens a little too often. I follow and I unfollow. Repeat the process every so often, although anxiety never calms down.</div><div>Yes, a lot of that behaviour comes out of anxiety. Yes, I know that social media isn't exactly good for such mental states and the lack of medical support isn't either. But social media can be such a haven, when my country health system fails constantly with mental health (and health in general, especially to the natives). </div><div>Although I'm not going anywhere with this post, it's taking me exactly where I wanted to go: I am typing down the frustration that technology can give me, but I am also writing to leave this here and move on.</div>Brunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16458865800228943272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18990130.post-69603260046032851172022-05-01T03:26:00.002+01:002022-05-01T03:26:18.183+01:00Johnny Depp, Amber Heard And The Media<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.nme.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/depp-2022-1-696x442.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="442" data-original-width="696" height="406" src="https://www.nme.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/depp-2022-1-696x442.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Oxygen;">I have been pondering about wether to write this or not, but this makes sense to me. I tend to voice my opinion on quite a few things, topics and people, and this is one of those topics (and this beautiful person portrayed here) that I feel the need to write about.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Oxygen;">As most people seem to know, Johnny Depp is in court, batling a defamation lawsuit that he opened / filed against his ex-wife Amber Heard. Not that long ago, Johnny Depp has been accused by her (I'll avoid typing her name or name calling, as I feel like doing so) of <b>domestic violence. </b>As usual, when a woman claims that she has suffered of domestic violence, men are seen as the <i>villain</i>, without the so called <b>presumption of innocence</b>. And this is what happened in this relationship and the supposed violence from Jonnhy Depp: Hollywood hurried to destroy Johnny Depp, he's been stripped of movie roles, like the iconic Jack Sparrow, tabloids harrassed the man and made him guilty... of something he was innocent of. It turns out that Johnny Depp was the real victim of domstic violence, who has been beated, abused, saw his bed shat on (yes, that witch of Amber Heard shat on the couple's bed) and so on, so forth. If you are interested on details, just do a quick search on Google, Bing or wherever you do your searches - those details will be there and will be easily found. If you are interested in testimonies and even funny moments from the court, YouTube is also available.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Oxygen;">Moving to the point, what has been annoying me is that the very same media that now gives "<i>heartwarming</i>" or "<i>funny moments</i>" from the courtroom, were the very same that helped Amber Heard (<b>BITCH!</b>) to use of defamation against Johnny Depp. The very same actors and actresses and TV hosts that now tweet #JusticeForJohnnyDepp, were the same to put the man's image down. I could continue to write about the media, actors, platforms and so on that harrassed, judged and attacked a man's character, who called him of a "wife beater" and sided with Amber Heard lies without batting an eye, now bathe on hypocrisy by trying to clean their image. This is exactly what is annoying me: it isn't only Amber Heard that defamed Johnny Depp, it's the countless people, tabloids, blogs et cetera that aided that witch to ruin a man's life and reputation.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Oxygen;">And this took me a few days to ponder wether to write it or not - because like I read on Reddit the other day, men are a target. If you are a white heterosexual man, you're a favorite target. I am on a subreddit called <b>Ask Gay Bros</b> and even those men attack white gay men - being white and male, makes you a favorite and easy target. And without considering race or sexuality, Johnny Depp is a man. And a woman's word was worth more than the truth - she was the agressor, yet people sided with her without thinking if it was truth or without presuming Depp's innocence. And although this text is also full of keywords, way too many people are trying to get some <i>advantage</i> of Johnny Depp's court case against that woman, either for likes, views or the sense that someone sees them, even if it's through the suffering of others. And it's disgusting.</span></p>Brunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16458865800228943272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18990130.post-26294724834452815052022-04-15T06:28:00.002+01:002022-04-15T06:28:21.962+01:00Easter time: cleaning and rebirth time<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgObwdFHqBY0nJKEDBQfjo4FIPzE-Zp3I5QAFF_GWNKFx9qjX5jIPs0S2lgvePEb9NzpL-eyDVl9XLLJsVGHsckhpVCXnTiWxh-Or8pFH9ZhKj8VnUkeqlwDdzoTar2SudsIKFtZy_nW7S4zndqUfV8_sYX69B4D8OgntjSJ85NT3tZAmCkqQ/s877/rHGhBR8.jpeg" imageanchor="1"><img alt="two men in a public restroom engaging in gay sexual action" border="0" data-original-height="877" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgObwdFHqBY0nJKEDBQfjo4FIPzE-Zp3I5QAFF_GWNKFx9qjX5jIPs0S2lgvePEb9NzpL-eyDVl9XLLJsVGHsckhpVCXnTiWxh-Or8pFH9ZhKj8VnUkeqlwDdzoTar2SudsIKFtZy_nW7S4zndqUfV8_sYX69B4D8OgntjSJ85NT3tZAmCkqQ/w274-h400/rHGhBR8.jpeg" width="274" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Oxygen;">This is Easter time. This is the time of rebirth like Christ Himself, the time to rise from my own ashes, like the Phoenix. And having written this, I am thinking about social media and the amount of accounts that I follow uselessly.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Oxygen;">Twitter is in worse conditions: I have followed almost 2000 accounts recently. Mostly linked to gay porn, accounts that share gay clips and certain men who share semi-nudes, teasing their viewers to buy a subscription for their OnlyFans accounts. It's useless and I followed most of them because the images were pleasant. I have even thought about getting myself an alt account, so that I could follow certain accounts freely. It happenes that my Twitter account is 11 years old, I have a massive number of people who have blocked me, including politicians and political parties in my country and I'll honestly stick to those honor badges. I'll unfollow the vast majority of people and accounts that I came to follow and stick to those whom I've really seen the material and enjoyed - and yes, even porn ones. </span><span style="font-family: Oxygen;">On second, comes Instagram: I started following some people and although this isn't so dramatic as with Twitter, I still follow certain useless accounts. So, onece again, in order to reborn we must burn and then rise from our own ashes. And this is about it.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Oxygen;">On the meantime, I have created a second blog. It has been deleted again, because it was a porn devoted blog. I can write my thoughts or share porn related material here. In the end, itis still my space and Google (Blogger belongs to them) allows me to do so and to put out a trigger warning right before people entering here. Or I can always create a Telegram channel, although most likely I'll delete it as well. It happened before.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Oxygen;">I have been wondering if any of those concerns are valid. And they are. It's still my mind and my sanity. I am perhaps a bit too old to be concerned about something so trivial, yet here I am. And I'll be just like this until my very last breath. From times to times, I'll spit out my insecurities. From times to times, anxiety will lead me into a follow and unfollow spree. And that's OK. Despite all the madness, I'll have something to write about, even though this might not be that interesting at all - the win, is keeping an inflow of visits and readers on my blogs.</span></p><p></p>Brunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16458865800228943272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18990130.post-47010223414876703112022-02-25T01:53:00.004+00:002022-02-25T01:53:52.427+00:00GIF of a Woman Smoking<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJGDYt55p-g8gCrVqeShjPCTVeHyXBnqJ7v4ghy2tr_x4Xum9pNY2U17b8okmBb_gHY17lwA9Ei-Gz-ojBMS8Dz9iprYGhj-45Sjh8d3rniUGOpy624p22gRBHdg-hShUkpkle8wQFN_hCo4_1KYoiMx-AVFpYqhg8r4ctLWFr4mAHLC-adw=s676" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="woman smoking with gold rings gif" border="0" data-original-height="676" data-original-width="500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJGDYt55p-g8gCrVqeShjPCTVeHyXBnqJ7v4ghy2tr_x4Xum9pNY2U17b8okmBb_gHY17lwA9Ei-Gz-ojBMS8Dz9iprYGhj-45Sjh8d3rniUGOpy624p22gRBHdg-hShUkpkle8wQFN_hCo4_1KYoiMx-AVFpYqhg8r4ctLWFr4mAHLC-adw=w296-h400" title="smoker woman in gold" width="296" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I miss Tumblr. Therefore, I have decided to share this old GIF that has been shared in this blog before.</span></div><p></p>Brunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16458865800228943272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18990130.post-16471244230270883092022-02-22T20:47:00.007+00:002022-02-22T20:47:53.026+00:00As Crónicas Da Vítima<p style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: verdana;">Se me seguiam no meu blog das "Crónicas da Vítima", decidi eliminar o mesmo, não sem antes fazer a migração para os <a href="http://ascronicasdavitima.blogspot.com" target="_blank">blogs do Sapo.</a> Não deixei, também, de importar todos os textos para aqui, uma vez que tenho este blog desde 2007 ou 2008 e é o espaço que existe há mais tempo.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Por vezes, é necessário tomar decisões e livrarmo-nos de "pontas soltas", o que era um pouco com o que acontecia com todos os blogs que mantinha - eram três (3), para escrever a mesma coisa, fosse em Português ou em Inglês. Como tal, este blog tornou-se bilingue, ou seja, escreverei por aqui em Português e em Inglês, mantendo sempre a <i>fidelidade </i>a mim mesmo. Escreverei, como dantes, os meus sentimentos e os meus pensamentos. Escreverei opiniões e farei textos em que darei a minha opinião sobre filmes, jogos, livros que veja, jogue ou leia. Sei que, para algumas pessoas, isto não terá importância, pois não se darão ao trabalho de procurar-me ou de procurar o porquê de não verem mais textos meus. Sei, também, que ganhei uns poucos leitores fiéis, que procurarão saber o que poderá ter-se passado. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Se não me encontrarem, estou aqui!</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Espero que não se sintam aborrecidos, nem incomodados com tal mudança e, caso se sintam, não posso fazer nada relativamente a isso. Estou aqui, para mim e por mim maioritariamente. E, no fim de contas, é isso que me importa!</span></p>Brunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16458865800228943272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18990130.post-57582637254895287822022-02-18T02:30:00.000+00:002022-02-22T01:26:28.185+00:00Poema "Outro Nascimento" de Forugh Farrokhzad<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Ontem, para a tag poesias dos blogs do Sapo, decidi fazer uma tradução do poema "Another Birth" de Forugh Farrokhzad. Transcrevo aqui a mesma tradução, visto ser dos meus poemas favoritos!</span></p><p><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span>Todo o meu ser é um canto negro</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>que te carregará</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>perpetuando-te</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>ao alvorecer de crescimentos e florescimentos eternos</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>neste canto eu suspirei tu suspiraste</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>eu enxertei-te à árvore à água ao fogo.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>A vida é talvez</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>uma longa rua através da qual uma mulher a segurar</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>um cesto passa todos os dias</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>A vida é talvez</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>uma corda com a qual um homem se enforca num ramo</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>a vida é talvez uma criança a regressar a casa da escola.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>A vida é talvez acender um cigarro</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>no repouso narcótico entre duas rondas de amor</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>ou o olhar ausente de um passageiro</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>que tira o seu chapéu a outro passageiro</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>com um sorriso insignificante e um "bom dia!.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>A vida é talvez aquele momento íntimo</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>em que o meu olhar se destrói na pupila dos teus olhos</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>e é o sentimento</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>que porei na impressão da Lua</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>e na percepção da Noite.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>Num quarto tão grande quanto a solidão</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>o meu coração</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>que é tão grande quanto o amor</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>olha para os simples pretextos da sua felicidade</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>para o bonito murchar das flores no vaso</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>para o rebento que plantaste no nosso jardim</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>e as canções de canários</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>que cantam o tamanho de uma janela.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>Ah</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>este é o meu abrigo</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>este é o meu abrigo</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>o meu abrigo é</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>um céu que é levado ao cair de uma cortina</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>o meu abrigo é descer um vão de escadas desusadas</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>um reganhar de qualquer coisa entre putrefacção e nostalgia</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>o meu abrigo é um passeio triste no jardim das memórias</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>e morrer no pesar de uma voz que me diz</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>eu amo</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>as tuas mãos.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>Vou plantar as minhas mãos no jardim</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>vou crescer eu sei eu sei eu sei</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>e as andorinhas porão ovos</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>no oco das minhas mãos manchadas de tinta.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>Usarei</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>um par de cerejas como brincos</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>e porei pétalas de dália nas minhas unhas</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>existe um beco</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>em que os rapazes que estavam apaixonados por mim</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>ainda vagueiam com o mesmo cabelo desalinhado</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>pescoços magros e pernas ossudas</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>e pensam nos sorrisos inocentes de uma menina</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>que foi soprada pelo vento certa noite.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>Existe um beco</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>que o meu coração roubou</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>das ruas da minha infância.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>A jornada de uma forma ao longo da linha do tempo</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>a inseminar a linha do tempo com a forma</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>a forma consciente de uma imagem</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>a voltar de uma festa num espelho.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>E é assim</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>que alguém morre</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>e que alguém vai vivendo.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>Nenhum pescador haverá alguma vez de encontrar uma pérola num pequeno riacho</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>que desagua num pequeno lago.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>Conheço um fadinha triste</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>que vive num oceano</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>e sempre tão suavemente</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>toca o seu coração numa flauta mágica</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>Um fadinha triste</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>que morre com um beijo a cada noite</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span>e renasce com um beijo a cada madrugada.</span></span></p>Brunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16458865800228943272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18990130.post-49549584695252197202022-02-15T02:24:00.005+00:002022-02-15T02:24:50.181+00:00To Elizabeth<p><iframe allow="autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; fullscreen; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="380" src="https://open.spotify.com/embed/track/00suglGfe7WNFpS1YyCTt6?utm_source=generator" style="border-radius: 12px;" width="100%"></iframe></p>Brunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16458865800228943272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18990130.post-65713128636760617512022-02-09T13:12:00.001+00:002022-02-09T13:12:11.444+00:00Facebook and Instagram: leaving Europe?<p style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: verdana;">In the last few days, I came accross a few articles on news outlets that Meta (ex-Facebook) was <a href="https://www.euronews.com/next/2022/02/07/meta-threatens-to-shut-down-facebook-and-instagram-in-europe-over-data-transfer-issues" target="_blank">warning that it could shut down it services for Facebook and Instagram itself</a>, however many European leaders said that life would be very good without it. (click the lick and read the latest article) Throughout the base of people I follow on Twitter, the Europeans seemed to rejoice with the possibility of Facebook and Instagram shutting down around here, being me one of them.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">What made Meta (I always type Facebook, because I forget that the company's name has changed to Meta) issue such warning were the laws in the EU that prevent companies like Meta itself and other foreign companies to transfer Europeans' data, store and process it in the USA. Of course that we, Europeans, are happy that the European Commission is safeguarding our data, especially with <a href="https://www.politico.eu/article/facebook-fined-cambridge-analytica/" target="_blank">the scandal of Facebook selling data to Cambridge Analytica</a>, which granted the company fines from countries all over the globe. Since then, the European Commission imposed the use of cookies which had to be clear and explicit about the end of which they're means. Yesterday, <a href="https://about.fb.com/news/2022/02/meta-is-absolutely-not-threatening-to-leave-europe/" target="_blank">Meta issued a statement that they're not wanting to leave Europe</a>, but this lifts yet another question, like ProtonMail Twitter account asked: is this Meta trying to intimidate lawmakers? As with meddling with elections, is Meta trying to meddle with law making decisions in order to seize power by grabbing people data? Because in today's world, data is the most valuable <i>currency</i>, if you know what I mean.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Still on the issue with Americans, but not completely related to Meta and it's threats, I have started following more pan-European accounts on Twitter and <a href="https://twitter.com/EuropeanPan" target="_blank">one of them</a> makes the constant questioning related to the Ukrainian-Russian increasing tension: why does Joe Biden speaks and inflames the debate, trying to make decisions on behalf of the Europeans on something that, once again, won't affect them but us, this time directly? (I recently got a warning of Instagram about <i>hate speech</i> when I stated that Americans [the Government, not the people] try to meddle on foreign issues and influence what happens on other people's home.) This is one of the reasons why an European army is much needed. Ever since the <a href="https://www.euronews.com/2021/09/21/us-usa-security-france-australia" target="_blank">submarines deal</a> that caused tension between Americans, British and Australians towards the French, it has became noticeable that Europe cannot be dependent on foreign agents to survive: American defense, Russian energy, China manufacturers. Europe has an obligation to become self-sufficient, to reindustrialize itself and to be able to defend itself. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Years ago, I would be against the European Federation, but now I see that this is a necessity and what makes most sense out of it all. There are many barriers to be surpassed, like the inexistence of a common minimum wage, the inexistence of common laws and a whole paraphernalia of what makes a government, but it makes sense.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It is about time to stand up to big corporations like Meta and Amazon as it is about time that we rise and stand up against the giant actors that act against us.</span></p>Brunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16458865800228943272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18990130.post-66884340047442090892022-01-25T19:08:00.000+00:002022-01-25T19:08:18.661+00:00I am no longer in that place of the past.<p style="text-align: justify;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifADVoIxC3TNAwPy7zqHuuLIj6cXVgI_uDT5XkxZZiAW31DRDM7xNOCpFe5Zk0iTeiPqLi1EMRLaWG2k9WKFKJFhcN5AISrGS29B7vDO7vEFaVZumngln7VPuaOb4C85DYp9xZPrM0u536lAjvHtEZJLCdKl-Wvq3qh9TGFHZhphPIYonVeQ=s646" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="646" data-original-width="550" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifADVoIxC3TNAwPy7zqHuuLIj6cXVgI_uDT5XkxZZiAW31DRDM7xNOCpFe5Zk0iTeiPqLi1EMRLaWG2k9WKFKJFhcN5AISrGS29B7vDO7vEFaVZumngln7VPuaOb4C85DYp9xZPrM0u536lAjvHtEZJLCdKl-Wvq3qh9TGFHZhphPIYonVeQ=w340-h400" width="340" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Back in the day, I used to worry a bit less, care a bit less, yet I still thought a little bit too much. Back in the day, I also used to wish it was everything different: me, people around me, life. Back in the day, I used to wish I was someone else, I wish I loved someone else, I wish I wished someone else.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I gave you a little of myself. I gave you the end to your curiosity, I gave you your first experience with a man, I gave you me whole. I kept on saying "no, no and no" and you kept on insisting "come on, show me what you can do". You're younger and I am older, you are (or were?) a straight boy and I am a gay man. I gave you whatever you wanted and got a big nothing in return. It's OK, I'm not expcting anything either way.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I used to publish pictures taken from the Internet and I used to don't worry about it. Then came a time that I started worrying about what others would say about me. I would worry about what others would think. Then here i am again: Sharing old pictures and I may as well share new ones. Because back in the day I used to worry less and give others what they expected to be the <i>good</i> version of myself, however I am a bit too old to worry so much with what others think or say and I am also a little too tired to give everything to others without anything in return.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I think about you sometimes. Some other times, like this afternoon, I see you. In my mind, your naked body. The same body that I felt under my hands, while you moaned of your pleasure inside of my mouth. Then, my thought goes through her: you start talking to her, perhaps without imagining how close she possibly thought we were. Your connection was terminated and I have had you once more, after telling you it was about time to end our encounters and your desire finished inside of me.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Three years ago, my world crumbled. Four years ago, our connection began. Our connection is weaker than my world was and we are nothing to each other. Today, my text serves to share this image, to shwo what I have already wished I was. Today, I know I am right by being myself and right in the right place. Perhaps, some things could be different, but I wouldn't fight to be someone else, neither will I fight to hide myself. In the end, I sleep well at night knowing who I am and what I do to myself and this is all that matters.<br /></span></p>Brunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16458865800228943272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18990130.post-42101760957867311992022-01-15T05:55:00.002+00:002022-01-15T05:55:29.045+00:00Modern Age: President Simulator Review<p style="text-align: justify;"> <i><span style="font-family: verdana;">Modern Age: President Simulator</span></i><span style="font-family: verdana;"> is a game from the Ukranian company </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Oxiwyle that, as the name implies, simulates the life as the President of a country. The game is quite good, if you enjoy games of simulation, especially those which simulate geopolitical problems and ways to solve it.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The game has a good mechanic: to begin with, the game starts off with very few factories and a starving population (at least, this is what I experience while playing with my country, Portugal). We don't have gold as a natural resource, therefore the money is very low and it'll decrease tendencially and exponencialy if you don't watch countless videos to earn more 40 of a daily income for the country. This if you want to keep up with the constant necessity to spend money to buy the necessary goods (food) to keep your population fed and happy, because not having gold as a natural resource makes you unable build gold mines. This is, in my optic, a downside of this game.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">There is also the necessity to invest in research and public services, what will decrease the daily income of the watched videos. All in all, it's an investment of the State. All this, while not getting any other income: you can increase taxes, but it's always way too low when compared to whatever you need to spend, either ocasionally or the aforementioned investment on public services. Either you continue to watch videos, to keep up with a comfortable incoming rent or you're constantly going to the commerce tab to sell some goods, if you have any to sell (if you visit <a href="https://wisegeek.ru/aaf/modern-age-president-simulator" target="_blank">this website</a>, you have some guides and better way to thrive).</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The game also lacks some political actors, like the EU (European Union), which I believe would be quite interesting to see in such a game and to see howit would affect the country you're playing with if it belonged to the EU. I took a glimpse at the second game of this franchise and it is more complete, although the EU is still missing and some of the mentioned problems here still persist: a starving population, very few factories and very little money incoming, although I believe it may have more direct ways to earn extra cash. Anyway, I am here to review the game I am currently playing, which is the first one!</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">So if I had to rate this game, I'd give it a six in ten (6/10): the huge problem with the very few factories at the beginning, the difficulty to earn money when your country lacks natural resources worthy of a ton of cash and the constant decrease of your relationship status with other countries, even when you don't have harmful behavior towards them makes this game more difficult and a little annoying to keep up with, but it's quite amusing in general.<br /></span></p>Brunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16458865800228943272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18990130.post-67705679910304323702021-10-30T02:23:00.002+01:002021-10-31T01:13:27.015+01:00Surviving on my own<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMbe5vlfeDYOk4lgMWnhY-vIzSBPt5M5HeY_UPuhfdpTpsZRJdmP1iXTUOOGWNg1ViZn6sCdn3q-NA4B88mH7WSybFLUqJ7MTpI_jBBbdgMZPgA_rTm-Tu2eORb8iPHQ4k3fJu/s723/Surviving+Myself.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="723" data-original-width="723" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMbe5vlfeDYOk4lgMWnhY-vIzSBPt5M5HeY_UPuhfdpTpsZRJdmP1iXTUOOGWNg1ViZn6sCdn3q-NA4B88mH7WSybFLUqJ7MTpI_jBBbdgMZPgA_rTm-Tu2eORb8iPHQ4k3fJu/w400-h400/Surviving+Myself.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p>Brunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16458865800228943272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18990130.post-70398052484616779602021-10-29T01:40:00.005+01:002021-10-29T01:40:45.012+01:00Another Persian Poem<p style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: verdana;">You know this is one of my favorite poems. I think that I have shared it here at least once, but I just went to look for a narrated version and this is the first one (and only one until now) that I have heard. Regardless this, the declamation is quite good and passionate, so just sit back, relax and feel!</span></p><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/5s6WE1MTH_I" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe>Brunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16458865800228943272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18990130.post-61798799752480707612021-10-29T01:31:00.005+01:002021-10-29T01:36:04.980+01:00Persian Poetry<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/COAAvcpocU4" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When the right things come on the right time!</span></div>Brunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16458865800228943272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18990130.post-22047457322483074612021-10-27T17:52:00.000+01:002022-02-22T01:26:28.216+00:00tristeza<p style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: verdana;">De nada me serve escrever-te. E, talvez, esteja a receber aquilo que pedi. Talvez não.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">É um dia após o outro, um mágoa após a outra. A vida tem dado vários golpes fortes, uns após os outros. Já poderia ter um pouco de calma.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Estou triste. Muito triste. O porquê, não sei. E estou a reagir de uma forma que não queria, a algo que não tem razão de ser.</span></p>Brunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16458865800228943272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18990130.post-13789744487732663072021-10-27T03:22:00.000+01:002022-02-22T01:26:28.230+00:00Por Favor!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2kdPh1u2U5GLlRQP6ZQzAMxhm0cozT2QeURL4jq7RK5myNq_ZjjmC4Nukr0x7QPLxWDV4ygyb3BTFN3DqVOPY4NAW442s3AxN4ae8rbGwUoBDacvp4Ng2dtZqImuAaiQImSblZA/s864/an+entire+day+without+a+WTF+moment.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="864" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2kdPh1u2U5GLlRQP6ZQzAMxhm0cozT2QeURL4jq7RK5myNq_ZjjmC4Nukr0x7QPLxWDV4ygyb3BTFN3DqVOPY4NAW442s3AxN4ae8rbGwUoBDacvp4Ng2dtZqImuAaiQImSblZA/w400-h400/an+entire+day+without+a+WTF+moment.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa;">Espero, sinceramente, que o pouco que vi, não seja o que estou a pensar. Não estou em condições mentais de aguentar um golpe desses, muito menos de deixar passar em branco aquilo que me tem vindo a incomodar - é o <i>karma </i>a acontecer!</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa;">Contudo, acho que nunca fiz assim tanto mal a ninguém, para não merecer qualquer tipo de melhoria na minha vida.</span></p><p></p>Brunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16458865800228943272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18990130.post-84546417602707996712021-10-25T03:45:00.000+01:002022-02-22T01:26:28.243+00:00Parece que tenho uma coisa por olhares<p style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: verdana;">Há uns aninhos atrás, escrevi um texto que falava de alguém que amei e muito. Na verdade, falava apenas <a href="https://cronicasdavitima.blogspot.com/2017/02/o-teu-olhar.html?showComment=1486440859661#c7507639690906781418" target="_blank">daquele olhar</a>, que, agora que me lembro, trespassava uma alma.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Actualmente, não é amor o que sinto, mas há alguém que vejo de vez em quando. Esse alguém tem um olhar igualmente ou mais profundo ainda, não obstante a sua jovem idade. Especialmente, quando tenho a cabeça num <i>certo sítio</i>, olho para cima e os nossos olhares encontram-se. No fundo, não é o seu belo rosto, o seu corpo jovem que me dá uma tesão descomunal aquilo que me desconcertam. É <u><b>aquele</b></u> olhar!</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Há uns anos, se perguntassem no que é que reparava primeiro num homem, talvez respondesse que fosse a cara ou o corpo. Sei que muitos dirão que é o sorriso aquilo que os desarma. Actualmente, sem sombra de dúvida, direi que é o olhar aquilo que mais me atrai num homem!</span></p>Brunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16458865800228943272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18990130.post-66177754886593584192021-10-22T02:16:00.000+01:002022-02-22T01:26:28.259+00:00Iniciei um novo blog<p style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: verdana;">Recentemente, <a href="https://nofumodomeucigarro.blogs.sapo.pt/" target="_blank">iniciei um novo blog</a>! E ainda que essa ideia já andasse a rondar a minha mente há bastante tempo, foi após mais um episódio depressivo que decidi avançar. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">O meu novo blog é numa outra plataforma, que, entre outras coisas, consegue ser mais interactiva do que o blogspot. Em poucos dias, consegui um destaque no Sapo com um texto sobre </span><a href="https://nofumodomeucigarro.blogs.sapo.pt/a-minha-ansiedade-e-as-redes-sociais-1941?tc=84844627965" style="font-family: verdana;" target="_blank">a minha ansiedade e as redes sociais</a><span style="font-family: verdana;">, sobre como a minh'ansiedade se manifesta perante as redes sociais. Não mencionei, por exemplo, que, ainda que escrever seja um óptimo escape, a ansiedade já me levou a eliminar dois blogs naquela mesma plataforma.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Após um período depressivo que parece ter acalmado, ainda noto alguma melancolia. Não fossem os trabalhos que tenho andado a fazer por casa, seriam longas horas a fumar e a olhar para o horizonte ou mesmo na cama. Não tenho grandes explicações para o que despertou este novo "estado": ainda que associe a quando o tempo começou a mudar, sei que há mais por detrás destas sensações. E, com isto, quase terminei algo que nunca começou sequer.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hoje, penso nele. E nele, repousam alguns pensamentos e devaneios que sei serem impossíveis: quem não é de nós, nunca será como nós. Uma curiosidade há (quase?) quatro anos atrás, criou uma ligação sexual improvável. Ainda que não hajam momentos que possam despertar sentimento, ainda que eu não brinque com sentimentos (nem com os alheios, nem com os meus), o certo é que tenho considerado cenários improváveis. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Aquele corpo, conheço-o (quase) de cor. A voz, os gemidos, música para os meus fracos ouvidos. Existe um certo olhar, típico e dominante, num rosto jovem e num corpo que acende o maior fogo em mim (sei que me deseja, porque mal nos vemos e está de <i>pau feito</i>!). Mas é apenas isso.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nos últimos tempos, tenho-me desviado de amantes. E ainda que tenha conhecido uns novos amantes, tenho-os evitado: alguns, porque têm alguém que os prende e que amam e a idade trouxe-me alguns escrúpulos que antes não tinha; outros, porque não têm nada de novo para me dar ou, ainda, porque o esforço que fazem, não é nem um décimo daquilo que emprego, para que tenhamos ambos o que desejamos; existe, também, um caso único, em que a tesão desapareceu por causa das drogas e acabo por passar horas de frustração, enquanto a pessoa se droga. E, muito sinceramente, não quero ver-me em certas situações: não são para mim.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Recentemente, iniciei um novo blog, que teve já uma certa atenção, mas será aqui que virei, quando o peso é demasiado e o choro (que não choro) sufoca-me a alma. Trago a alma à flor da mágoa, sem que alguém me tenha ensiado a lidar com isso alguma vez. Tenho dirigido a minha atenção a coisas e a pessoas, que não têm culpa do estado em que estou, simplesmente porque são fáceis de culpar, já que nos usamos mutuamente para satisfação pessoal, enquanto que, mais uma vez, enfrento as minhas piores fases e os meus demónios sozinho.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Quanto àquele sentimento sobre o qual tnto me chateaiam, o amor, repito este excerto da última frase "... enfrento as minhas piores fases e os meus demónios sozinho."</span></p>Brunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16458865800228943272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18990130.post-12989718269393861402021-10-07T03:21:00.000+01:002022-02-22T01:26:28.275+00:00"A Sentir-me Triste"<p style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: verdana;">Tinha colocado um estado no Facebook. "<i>A sentir-se triste</i>", dizia. E apaguei. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Não sou muito fã de quem se queixa de que outros comentam as suas vidas, mas não deixam de publicar tudo o que fazem ou conquistam nas redes sociais. Prefiro, ainda que continue a ser um espaço público, vir a este meu cantinho e deixar sair os meus lamentos. De todos quanto conheço, sei que a probabilidade de abrirem este blog e ler o que quer que seja, é reduzida.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Talvez pelas mudanças de tempo que se têm feito sentir, tenho-me ressentido mentalmente. Com isso, tenho sentido uma espécie de ressentimento para com <i>ele</i>. <i>Ele</i>, que nada me é, nem me foi, senão alguém que satisfaço e com quem me satisfaço de tempos a tempos. Não existe sequer uma amizade, nem um cumprimento na rua, onde cumprimos o papel daquilo que somos: estranhos. Talvez por perceber que está, agora, mais perto e por vê-lo mais vezes, acabando por fazer todos os possíveis para ter um vislumbre de tal criatura. Tenho-me ressentido pelas conversas que não temos, pelo amor que não existe, pelo futuro que nunca será construído. Não entre nós.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A minha mente tem vagueado pelos vales mais escuros e os pensamentos têm sido negros. Há desejos para todos os gostos e feitios. Há pensamentos que não me atrevo a proferir, especialmente desde a ruína do meu mundo há dois anos atrás. E, enquanto antes, vaguearia pelas ruas, escolheria ficar por lá, entre grupos de rapazes, a beber e a fumar, tenho escolhido o isolamento de casa. E, com isto, escolhi colocar um estado no Facebook, "<i>a sentir-me triste"</i>, que eliminei logo depois. Sabia que este estado não iria alterar nada, mas atrairia a atenção de curiosos, que viriam às mensagens perguntar o que é que se passa e o idiota do costume iria fazer um qualquer comentário de merda, que me veria forçado a eliminar.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">São três e vinte da manhã. Escrevo este texto, não com o intuito de ter um leitor para este texto, mas para aliviar um pouco a carga que vai dentro do meu peito. Para aliviar um ressentimento estúpido que não tem qualquer razão de existir e para evitar cometer uma estupidez de que possa vir a arrepender-me. A tristeza permanecerá, mas poderei sentir-me mais aliviado, sem ter uma carga tão grande a carregar. </span></p>Brunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16458865800228943272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18990130.post-44759317589910804112021-10-05T02:00:00.003+01:002021-10-05T02:00:52.188+01:00Facebook went down - depression lurks in the darkness<p style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: verdana;">Facebook and it's services went down. Four a few hours, Facebook (and consequently Messenger), Instagram and WhatsApp were inaccessible and unusable. People took over Twitter and that was where I found out that all those apps were down: you see, I wasn't really using it and just tried to log in via computer, but the website has given me an error. This computer is kind of old and even when the connection is good and aren't any errors on the connection or on the websites, it fails me. This wasn't such a big problem to me, not even when Twitter itself started glitching and failing to load new tweets and when it was showing me tweets of people that I had stopped following.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My mood hasn't been the best throughout the last week. i have had symptoms of a depression, what showed me that this hasn't really gone. It still lurks in the darkness and awaits an opportunity to strike. Whenever it does, it makes me hate, feel upset or annoyed with people that have nothing to do with it. This has also been the case, where I came to despise someone who I care about, although we're just fuck buddies. He hasn't done me wrong. He hasn't failed me, yet I find ways to feel annoyed by his presence (he's working nearby). This Facebook failure has helped me to avoid blocking the guy, for no reason at all, although i gave myself a deadline on the Halloween day.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Back to Facebook, that is the real matter here, the big company went down and failed to get a solution in time. To me, it wasn't that much of a deal, yet it may have impacted people who relied on their services to make business. Facebook, according to some news outlets, has been finnacially affected by their servers' failures (?). Despite all my moodiness lately, I came to a laugh when I learned about the Facebook failure (once again, the same words), I laughed with the amount of memes on Twitter, before itself has failed.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">On the trends in Portuguese, I read tweets that denouced a failure on national Vodafone services and mobile data. In Brazil, even banking accounts and websites have failed. It seemed that Telegram has also been affected in some places. And with this, a whole ton of Google services, like classroom. Note that I am typing about what I have read on tweets - I may start to take and save some screenshots, so that I can complement those texts in the future. And the last time i checked the trends on Twitter, what was about one hour ago, Internet Shutdown was one of the trends. I haven't really took the time to check it out, but if it is still trending, I may spend some time trying to figure out what this Internet Shutdown is all about.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Right now, Facebook, Instagram and WhatsApp are returning to the normal, although with a few glitches along the way. If they go down again, I may not even notice, as I have very few reasons to check them. I have 454 <i>friends </i>on Facebook and not even one of them talks to me. Not even one of them checks out on me. I know that are a handful of people out there who willbe there if I call them, but none will ever check out on me to see if I am Ok or if depression is lurking. And that's OK. Perhaps, one day I die, like Facebook did, but there won't be one single person to "bring me back".</span></p>Brunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16458865800228943272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18990130.post-88272223605843070562021-09-30T18:30:00.001+01:002021-09-30T18:30:00.211+01:00Randonautica and... YouTubers?<p style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: verdana;">Have you ever heard about this app for your mobile phone called Randonautica? If not, I also don't know much about this app. The little I know is from some YouTube videos that I have been watching and the app supposedly works with quantum physics, that interacts with your thoughts and with the intent you put on the app, while it's generating a random location.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Although Randonautica seems to have gained it's fame through TikTok, after <a href="https://nationalpost.com/news/world/teens-filming-a-tiktok-find-dead-body-in-suitcase-after-using-popular-exploring-app-randonautica" target="_blank">a group of teenagers have spotted a cadaver in a suitcase</a> while using the app, the truth is Randonautica seems to have become something bigger. I was watching one video on YouTube...<a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCBnbnH7DGXT9yBBVFbZeIwQ" target="_blank"> Nuke's Top 5</a>, I guess?, when Randonautica popped up in one of the videos that this guy (who's actually one of the few YouTubers that I follow and who I actually love and enjoy). I think that the video was the one whose article I shared above.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">With this written, I came across a couple of YouTubers who seem to make videos while playing Randonautica and ghost hunting: the plot consists of two YouTube channels, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/c/JaskoYouTube" target="_blank">Jasko</a> and <a href="https://www.youtube.com/c/CJFaison" target="_blank">CJ Faison</a>. Although neither the ghost hunting, nor the Randonautica videos seem real at most - because I think it's hard to believe that both find cell phones lost on the nowhere, receiving phone calls from a single number with the same caller, being them from two separate states of the USA - the videos are quite entertaining and they're some sweet eye candies. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">However, the video from those teenagers made it to the American news and there are many reports of people finding themselves in weird situations. The videos of people finding corpses and what not multiply throughout the Internet, although we're mostly aware of how the internet works.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">So this text didn't serve much, but I wanted to write something about this app. Like I mentioned at the opening of the text, I don't lknow much about this app, except that it supposedly "reads" your mind, while using quantum physics to generate a random location, where you'll have to find something related to the intent you had while the location was randomly generated. I have seen suggestion that this app might not working with the thoughts, but that it might <i>spy</i> you through the mobile phone's mic, what makes some people just think instead of speaking out loud of their intent.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Although I am certain that it must've been on Nuke's Top 5 channel that I have seen the mention to this app, because I do not follow any other YouTubers of this kind, I know that both Jasko and CJ appeared on another channel, whose video I opened randomly because of the mention to Randonautica. I'll leave a few links to channels (some already in this text) that make or made some videos of Randonautica trips, eventhough many of the stuffs are (or seem) staged. However, if you're into ghost hunting and adventures of this kind, like urban exploration, you'll likely enjoy their channels.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><ul><li><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCBnbnH7DGXT9yBBVFbZeIwQ" target="_blank">Nuke's Top 5 (top 5 of everything ghosts, urbex, etc. Best YouTuber ever!)</a><br /></span></li><li><a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCQ7xxNQDS57PXlAmJR0OLrA" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Jasko</span></a><br /></li><li><a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/cjfaisontv" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: verdana;">CJ Faison</span></a><br /></li><li><a href="https://www.youtube.com/c/FourthDimensionTV" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Fourth Dimension TV</span></a></li></ul><span style="font-family: verdana;">I am quite sure that are other great YouTubers out there, that make this kind of content, real or fake, however those are the ones that I have been kinda binge watching in the last couple of days. Like i have written already, they're some nice eye candy, even if the content is staged, what most likely is, it's good entertainment and i think that it's always good to share the channels we like the most. It doesn't mean that those big channels need much more help, but it means that more people with interest in this kind of things can find it and enjoy it as much as I do!</span><p></p>Brunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16458865800228943272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18990130.post-92196566518868603522021-09-22T17:11:00.001+01:002021-09-22T17:11:07.499+01:00Vaccines<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">As you all know, we've been dealing with Covid-19 since 2019. I haven't made any texts about it (I guess I haven't), neither about the many things that crossed mine and my mother's head throughout all the lockdowns and such.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">However, with this whole situation, we've seen a whole lot of discussion between the pro-vaccine and the anti-vaccine people in the USA mostly, that spread to Europe as well. With this being said, i came across Dr. Mike's videos about vaccines, dating prior to the Covid-19 outbreak. So take a little of your time and watch this:</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/y2WtUMvNjzQ" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">And this (this one's, gives you the option to see the original video, to which Dr. Mike's reacting here):<br /><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/zacqRZH5t5s" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe>Brunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16458865800228943272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18990130.post-56918150035783228422021-09-10T04:18:00.000+01:002022-02-22T01:26:28.291+00:00Programas de afiliados e cookies<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Ultimamente, tenho procurado programas de afiliados, com os quais possa colaborar. Especialmente não estando a trabalhar, poderia ser uma oportunidade de fazer algum dinheiro. Dito isto, devo também mencionar o facto de se aceitarem ou recusarem os <i>cookies</i> em <i>sites </i>e redes sociais e as vantagens de aceitá-los: hoje, enquanto via <i>stories </i>no <i>Instagram</i>, apareceu-me um anúncio a um programa de afiliados de uma marca de aperitivos.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Não vou entrar naquelas teorias de estar a ser observado, uma vez que, quando se recebe o aviso para aceitar ou rejeitar os <i>cookies</i>, é sabido que os mesmos servirão para analisar a navegação na Internet e para, através dos mesmos, fornecer anúncios mais pertinentes (além dos óbvios receios que, há muito, deixaram de ser uma teoria da conspiração, como o caso de <i>Cambridge Analytica </i>com o <i>Facebook</i> demonstrou!).</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Com isto, queria transmitir que, apesar da minha limitação aos <i>cookies</i> em sites que visitava, decidi recomeçar a aceitá-los. Este anúncio dos aperitivos e da proposta para trabalhar como afiliado daquela marca, surgiu mesmo na altura em que precisava de uma motivação para continuar a fazer umas pequenas pesquisas sobre este assunto.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">por isso, se em breve, nas redes sociais e por aqui, virem que estou a fazer algum tipo de publicidade e se o produto for do vosso interesse, por favor façam as vossas compras através do link que eu disponibilizo, para me ajudarem!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">obrigado!</span></div>Brunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16458865800228943272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18990130.post-5098037862235102652021-07-26T18:34:00.005+01:002021-07-26T18:34:43.553+01:00Everything's just fine<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/iyY5QMf41dk" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">My life is falling apart once again: I have no job, I left school (I haven't even told my mother yet!), my bank account has been shut down and the bank demands €50 from me, that I don't have. But everything's fine! Everything's just fine!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">In a few days, I'll do some regular blood tests and get my second dose of the COVID-19 vaccine (I think I should've written about those terrible days of the pandemic, when I spent days inside with my mother and our cats, watching opera soaps) and, perhaps, I'll be heading to the North once again, as I do once a year. I should, then again, perhaps head north more often, if I had a driving license and a car. Perhaps, I would be living in the countryside for a long time, if I had taken that damned driver's license and bought a car. Instead, I'm here stuck in a city, that I grew in and that I completely dislike, with my life falling apartn and not moving a freaking muscle to change it.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Guilty, guilty, guilty! I whip myself in guilt, without a real whip and without real guilt. The mood is more of some hatred towards myself, for allowing myself to go down the drain so often and not really moving towards a change, instead expecting others to solve things for me. This sums up myself and my life story quite well and it's a sad thing having to admit it.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Either way, everything's just fine!</span></div>Brunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16458865800228943272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18990130.post-75608814674203059292021-07-24T06:11:00.000+01:002022-02-22T01:26:28.304+00:00Não me interessa o amor!<iframe allow="encrypted-media" allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" height="380" src="https://open.spotify.com/embed/track/3hGwUpndi1F8yEISLTJ0oH" width="100%"></iframe><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Não me interessa o amor, quebrar o que chamam de solidão. Não me interessa largar as rédeas do sentimento e deixar que as coisas se descontrolem, como um incêndio no mato.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">olho para trás e penso em tudo quanto passei, sempre sozinho. Ninguém se propôs a navegar nessas ondas de mágoa e desespero ao meu lado, como podem esperar que aceite que naveguem o meu navio na calmaria? Recordo das poucas vezes em que tentei, quando nunca fui suficiente, nem fui sequer alguém que escolhessem. E hoje, se estou aqui e sou quem sou, com todos os defeitos e as poucas qualidades se mantiveram, se saio de casa sozinho para beber café ou ir dar umas caminhadas, sem procurar saber se mais alguém vai a esse mesmo café, devo-o a todos esses momentos. Ou à sua falta. E hoje, se escolho ir a um café sozinho, escolhendo mesmo um sítio onde a probabilidade de encontrar caras conhecidas seja o mais reduzida possível, devo-o a quem me transformou naquilo que sou; devo-o a todos esses alguém, a todos quanto diziam que estariam sempre ao meu lado, mas foram os primeiros a virar as costas; devo-o a mim próprio, por vergar e nunca quebrar, face à adversidade, à humilhação, aos ataques, à perseguição...</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Não me interessa desviar-me de mim, do meu caminho, da minha torre de vigia, onde observo todo o mundo e ninguém me vê sequer.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">As pessoas acham que a solidão me magoa. Não estou em solidão, acreditem! </span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Não preciso de preencher um vazio que não existe. O meu vazio prende-se com o facto de estar aprisionado num prisão de carne e não poder ser parte do vento que me toca, nem das árvores e das suas folhas que acaricio ; a minha ansiedade vem do infinito de que não faço parte, por estar limitado ao meu <i>plano físico</i>; a minha angústia vem de não compartilhar o oceano ou o universo comigo mesmo, ao invés de estar preso num ponto específico de <i>finitude</i>.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Não preciso de um pseudo-sentimento para tornar-me pleno, para estar feliz ou para livrar-me desta ânsia que me consome desde que me conheço. Não tenho receio de caminhar ou viver sozinho. Não tenho receio de perder mais nada, nem mais ninguém. Não tenho nada que me enfraqueça. Não preciso do amor, preciso de ser pleno e fazer parte da imensidão e do infinito.</span></p>Brunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16458865800228943272noreply@blogger.com2