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call in my last witness of this story, she began.Ralph got ready to stand up and take his place, when the court doors opened. Looking behind him, he saw a slim female figure walk elegantly inside the room, escorted by a guard, who guided her to the front.Jessica, would you please stand forward. Christina said, smiling slightly at Ralph. One look at his mothers eyes was enough for the offense to know this would not go well for them.Objection, this woman has nothing to do with this incident!Let me be the judge of that, said the judge, with a long look at the offense, objection denied.Ralphs mother couldnt stop glaring at Jessica as she took her place and swore the oath. Jessica was wearing common office clothes. Christina began her questioning right away.Madam, do you know this boy personally?No. Jessica answered, with a clear voice.Do you know his mother personally?No.Did you know the victim?Yes.What was your relationship with the victim?We were good friends. Ralph noticed Jessica was very confident. His mother wasnt.You are a cow and a liar, thats what you are! Sophie screamed.And you would do well to stay in silence, please, reprimanded the judge, instantly.Did John ever talk to you about his son? Christina continued, as if nothing had happened. John loved Ralph, as any father would love his son. He talked a lot about him. He was deeply hurt over the fact that his son disliked him, but he knew that wasnt his sons fault. His mother was always throwing Ralph against him. Jessica answered, looking directly at Ralph all the time. Ralph kept shifting his gaze between her and his mother, trying to process this new information.For how long had you been friends with John?Its been 10 years now.How did you meet John?I object. Is this even relevant? complained Sophies lawyer.Objection denied, replied the judge, lazily.We were assigned to work on the same project. Jessica proceeded, once silence had been re-established.And how did his wife react to that?She caught him e-mailing me about work once and they had a big argument about it. I remember his son stopped speaking to him for weeks after that. John was very hurt about it at the time.Ralphs jaw dropped slightly. He stole a quick, questioning glance at his mother, but she seemed busy focusing at something on the table in front of her. Has John, to your knowing, ever hit his wife? Christinas questions seemed to have no end.That would be very unlikely. John loved his wife very much, you see. In his free time with me at the office, all he would do was talk about his wife and his son. Her eyes seemed to lock on Ralphs, and they stayed that way for a long time. Jessica, feeling the pain in Ralphs unbelieving eyes, unsure if she hated him or pitied him and Ralph, in exchange, seemed to question her intently with his gaze. This woman couldnt possibly be telling the truth. She didnt know his father as he did. Did I really know my father?After a while, you
told me John stopped talking to you, could you tell us why?His wife was always extremely jealous of John. After another fight between them, she attacked John, and threatened to attack me and any other woman he talked to.And I will, you filthy bitch, Sophie spat feverously, this woman tried to steal my husband!Silence! the judge shouted, slamming his hammer twice on his desk. And then he turned towards Christina, please continue.I have one last question, Jessica. What happened on the fifth of May? Christina asked, showing nervousness for the first time.Three days before the tragic accident, Jessica began, still looking at Ralph. There was no hate in her eyes now, only pity, my car was keyed. I was very flustered about it, and told John, but he told me not to call the cops. She paused to gather her breath before continuing, His wife had visited him at work on that day. She looked pointedly at Ralphs mother, who looked away.John called me on the fifth of May to tell me his wife had confessed to having keyed my car. He also said she attacked him for defending me, nailing his arms, and he had said he wanted a divorce out of rage. He was desperately asking me how he could tell her he was sorry, when I heard her come back to the room, he turned off his phone.But thats not the last time you heard from John, was it?No. He called me back again about thirty minutes later. He told me his wife had gone crazy, that she had threatened to kill them both, tried to stab him, and had cut herself with a knife. He did not tell me she had stabbed his leg with the knife, I believe he was defending her even then.No! He attacked my mom... Ralph began, almost pleadingly, but he didnt sound very convinced of it. The judge paid him no notice, and Jessica proceeded.I heard the door crashing open, and John stopped talking to me. I heard him saying Ralphs name, puzzled at first, and then almost begging. I heard John as he... as he screamed, many times. A solitary tear made its way free from her eyes, and slowly slithered down her right cheek. Ralph noticed he was crying too.
Haha. The long awaited Pirilimpim novel is finally here. I will probably only post up to chapter three here, one chapter a week, month, year or lifetime. Want to read more? Buy the book if it's ever published. Or force me to show it to you, I bruise like a peach.Oh yeah, I'd also like to comment that my blog has finally had it's 100th view. I'd also like to state that about 60 of those were me. Or more. Since I changed comps, I forgot to set the counter to ignore my new comp. Or maybe I didn't forget and just wanted to get more views on my blog. I can even admit this freely, considering nobody visits the blog, nobody will never know. Did I make you feel sorry for me? Mission accomplished. Now favorite my blog and check it daily!***Chapter 0Agatha Sharp.This is Agatha Sharp, live from Houndsville, where... I began, patting down my hair to make it look great. Not that any of that showed on camera:AAAARRGGHHHH!!! That was the camera-man running away.I wouldnt blame him: seeing a creature the size of a three-story house gobbling down a full pet-shop is something quite... unique. Still, very unprofessional if you ask me. Ill try asking my father for a camera-man with a bit more guts the next time.Ok, youre probably wondering what Im talking about. Well we, the Ponga-pongas, were being constantly attacked by an evil creature, which we called Evil Creature. Catchy name, huh? I chipped in that idea myself, knew itd be an instant success. And so it was! Although honestly, whatever name we called it, this monster would be a huge success.The Evil Creature gobbled up a few cages full of doggies, boo-hoo, then turned in my direction. I was on the other side of the street, watching it all. Our eyes locked. Me, looking at the creature that would make me win the Pulitzer. It, well, looking at its dessert. I loosened my arms, ready for the assault. A sudden blur of movement: It came running towards me. Well, the appropriate term would be slithering towards me, as it had no feet. In fact, the Evil Creature resembled a mix between a huge snake and a gigantic human. When it was halfway across the street, I pulled out my secret weapon from my pocket: My mini camera. I took a shot right when it opened its huge mouth, towering over me, hiding the sun. But my camera had the flash function! Down it came, and FLASH, I took an awesome picture! Then... darkness surrounded me.***IntroductionYoure probably feeling very confused right now, and wondering what the hell Ponga-pongas are, I know I would be. Ill bring you up to par with the situation.On a far, far away place... to be exact, on an alternate reality altogether, there was a teeny, tiny little planet called Earthy. Earthy was such a small planet, that even Pluto May its planetary status rest in peace would call it a dwarf-planet.Now, this minuscule planet was inhabited by creatures who called themselves
Ponga-pongans. Now, Ponga-pongas are creatures very much like us, humans assuming that you, reader, ARE a human too they have two arms, two legs, two eyes, they eat the same way, their digestive process works very much like our own. They are different in some ways though. Ponga-pongas, for example, have only four fingers on each hand, four little toes on each foot, and therefore use the hexadecimal system eight fingers, eight toes, its very common to see a Ponga-pongan sitting down to count comfortably.It was not only the planet itself that was small. Ponga-pongas were very small creatures, some being as short as a foot tall, but usually not surpassing five inches. Another small feature related to them is their sense of morality. As you might have noticed, Agatha Sharp was not a soul worth saving. Selling, maybe. They also had another big problem, their mouths. If one would ask their neighbor for a pitch of sugar, the other would generously give it, then turn around and tell the whole street that one is in financial trouble. Youre probably thinking Why, I know a handful of people exactly like that! Well yes, Im sorry to say, some humans are like that, but try imagining a whole small planet filled with that sort of people. You see, one of the Earthys rulers main problems was themselves. Another big problem on that small planet was the Evil Creature. The evil creature, named Evil Creature, as all devilish creatures do, eats people for a living, because theyre evil creatures. This terrible fiend was gigantic for Ponga-pongas: it was five foot tall, and its favorite snack, as one might have guessed by now was, naturally, the poor tiny creatures.Youre probably wondering why that would be such a bad thing, but as you will soon learn, there are a few Ponga-pongans worth saving. Meet Pirilimpim.(If you are desperately awaiting part one, please come back tomorrow! It won't be here, but then you'll just have to come here again the next day! And the next!I really shouldn't have placed that darned counter at the bottom of the page...)
Oh well, since I haven't posted anything here in ages, and I'm stuck on drafting my novel, I decided to get started on my "Tales" stories. It's basically a few short stories that help me shape the world of one of my fantasy stories. The wind flute is the only one I have fully drafted so I'll post the beginning of the edited version here.He stumbled over a fallen branch and fell into the muddy floor, hands first so as to protect his face and mouth from the filth of the forest grounds. He pulled himself up as quickly as he could: this was not the first time he had fallen, and his left leg was going limp. Stealing a brief look behind him, he saw thin branches and tall grass being pushed aside to make passage, and quickened his pace again: they wouldnt give up so easily.Oh! If only I learned to silence my heart! - He panted, forcing himself to keep on running, lest they caught up and silenced it for him.After a few more minutes of desperate running, the young man came to a small clearing. He looked behind him, terrified, straining his ears to hear the faintest sounds of clumsy men cracking dead leaves, but no such sound came to him. In its place, a calming song played far away, the sound of a million leaves dancing in chaotic unison to the wind. Soon the thinnest trees joined in, followed hastily by the thicker ones. It didnt take very long for the whole forest to come alive with the wind. The man smelled rain and, looking at the skies, confirmed what his nose was quicker to notice - a sudden storm was about to fall on the forest. The wind, which was quickly gaining strength, was now strong enough to make it nigh impossible to make any movement against it, and to push himself in the direction it was blowing was but all he could do to keep moving. Soon, the rain came pouring down hard, heavily forcing the lads tired shoulders down.I need a cave of some sort, the man thought, now away from the clearing and back to working his way thru the thick of the forest when, pushing himself thru a man-sized bush, he found just what he sought: a small cave, as if by magic, had appeared at the other side of the bush. He simply couldnt believe his luck. He hastily made his way into the cave.The cave was dark, but he expected as much. The problem with dark caves was...he had no means of knowing how big it was. And if he entered a cave inside a forest,he liked to know how big it was: the bigger the cave, the bigger the creature that might be using it. But at the moment he was too exhausted to think about that. The flight from the village had cost him every ounce of his strength so, taking away all but his undergarments which he stretched on the ground so theyd dry up a bit
DELINQUENTE.......meu crime consiste em me entregar aos apelos dos seus desejos. Pensa que nao sei do teu fogo louco querendo me incendiar?O que nao sabe e que ja estou em chamas, em brasas, ardendo-me por tanto te querer. - Clara Moretti Sem voce.Sou apenas fragmentos de mim...Renata Mangeon LOUCASe e loucura mostrar-se por inteira, ultrapassar limites, sair do serio, escandalizar... Se e loucura querer a felicidade a qualquer custo, a qualquer hora, o tempo todo...nao se espante comigo se eu lhe confessar que sofro desta insanidade! Sinto cocegas quando a felicidade vem me visitar e dou risada sozinha com meus atropelos de vida...Sei que o normal seria eu ter controle sobre esta coisa chamada limites... Peco apenas que aceite-me assim: louca, mas completamente feliz!(Mell Glitter) Seria em teu corpo onde minhas caricias acenderiam fogueiras de desejos... Na casa do Vovo Bobe e Vovo Maqaqa era inicio da madrugada... Mas quem disse que eles queriam dormir? Lucas e Pedro, em mais uma de suas baguncinhas a dois. Ate agora esse blog era Caio, meu neto, porque so havia Caio. E entao nasceram os gemeos, Lucas e Pedro. Pensei em fazer outro ou outros dois blogs, mas ia ser uma trabalheira danada. Alem disso, como separa-los?! Esse, sim, seria o grande problema, porque nao ha como separar os tres. Portanto, nasce aqui o Caio, Lucas e Pedro, meus netos. Caio, meu neto, continua me surpreendendo: topa qualquer parada. Dessa vez foi a maratona PAKIDS, acontecida hoje, em Sampa, no Ibirapuera. Caio, meu neto, CAMPEAO!!! Falta muito para completar o inicio dessa historia, mas optei por nao esperar. Vou publicando a medida em que noticias, filmes e fotos forem chegando... Programacao Data: sabado, 14 de agosto de 2010 Local: NEBAM - Nucleo de Educacao Basica Municipal Ayrton Senna da Silva Inicio: 9h Recepcao 9h30 Apresentacao e Boas Vindas TEMAS O que e "Cultura Surda" "Acessibilidade da Pessoa Surda" "Inclusao escolar: Avancos e desafios" "Identidade Surda" e "A Importancia do Interprete em sala de aula" Desenvolvimento Linguistico da pessoa surda "Praticas Pedagogicas: na sala de aula" ACOMPANHE AS NOVIDADES! A inscricao e gratuita. Adaptacoes de Pequeno Porte: Voce, professor, pode fazer!Adaptacoes curriculares para salas com alunos com necessidades educacionais especiais podem - E DEVEM- ser feitas, pensando num processo de ensino e aprendizagem competente, e pensando na inclusao.Mais uma vez: inclusao nao e explicar para a turma o que significa bullyng e depois colocar o aluno com deficiencia la na sala, pra que ele tenha amigos. Isso e outra coisa.Inclusao e ser um professor que corre atras do prejuizo, mesmo estando em constante prejuizo (no bolso).Inclusao e estudar mais e pesquisar para entender o que e porque o aluno precisa.E montar a sua aula de um jeito que ele e TODOS os outros aproveitem. E claro que ha adaptacoes que sao muito especificas, nao e preciso, por exemplo, fazer prova ampliada para todo mundo da sala.Mas montar uma aula que utilize imagens, filmes, fazer esquemas e resumos (e nao passar textos quilometricos no quadro), isso sim e uma adaptacao de pequeno porte valiosa.Pense no seu aluno
surdo. Ele usa os olhos! Ele nao compreende todas as palavras.Pense em copiar um texto do quadro, em ingles(e claro, nao vale se voce for fluente! Mas voce pode ser mediano em ingles para pensar isso).Quantas vezes voce olharia para a mesma palavra pra ter certeza que esta copiando certo? Quantos "L" ? E "w" e "n" e "th" e "y" tudo junto?E depois, pense eu quanto voce conhece de tudo que voce escreveu?Pode ser assim com o surdo, copiando seus enormes textos cheios de enigmas.Pense no que voce pode fazer.E tenha certeza que voce vai se sentir muito melhor como profissional.
23, o 1o Forum de Surdocegueira e Deficiencia Multipla Sensorial: Perspectivas Educacionais da Rede Estadual de Ensino. O evento percorrera dez regioes do Estado ate o dia 25 de outubro.LEIA TAMBEMSecretaria da Educacao realiza primeiro Seminario de Protecao EscolarA capital paulista foi a sede da primeira reuniao, nesta quinta-feira. O forum e uma iniciativa inedita do Nucleo de Apoio Pedagogico Especializado para disseminar informacoes e orientacoes sobre surdocegueira e deficiencias multiplas sensoriais, ou seja, a associacao de duas ou mais deficiencias. O 1o Forum de Surdocegueira e Deficiencia Multipla Sensorial contara com a participacao de mais de dois mil educadores da rede estadual. A proxima reuniao acontece no dia 28 de agosto, em Itapetininga. Os participantes discutirao o historico do atendimento a surdocegueira na rede estadual paulista. Tambem havera palestras sobre as necessidades educacionais de alunos surdocegos e sobre a comunicacao com esses estudantesDo Portal do Governo do Estado
estand-up paddle. O cardapio saudavel,tudo feito na chapa, tem o estrelado peixe com banana, receita do chef ClaudeTroisgros. Foto Divulgacao Foto DivulgacaoLogo ao lado, fica o K7 Skipper, dos socios Marcelo Cunha(Kite Surf), Rodrigo Minotauro (mega estrela de artes marciais) e dos irmaosMarcelo e Alexandre Serrado (surfistas que nas horas vagas trabalham como atore empresario, respectivamente). Foto Divulgacao Foto Divulgacao No mesmo estilo cool do vizinho, o K7 tambem oferece curso eclube de Kite. O local tambem tem um amplo espaco com ilhas de louges(poltronas e mesas grandes), ombrelones e decks. La o forte e a pizza daSkipper, mas, tem tambem um cardapio variado e saudavel. E um Oss Aloha. Foto DivulgacaoDo outro lado da calcada da praia, em uma galeria tradicional da galera das ondas, em direcao ao quebra-mar, esta o Pe`ahi do big rider Eraldo Gueiros. O nome euma homenagem a grande onda da ilha Maui, no Havai. Desde 2007 o Pe`hai veio com este conceito de bar dos e para os amigos. O irmao mais velho e o Pepe. Ambientedescontraido, com alimentacao leve e saudavel, baseada na culinaria japonesacom toques especiais trazidos de restaurantes havaianos especializados nogenero. Essa e a receita infalivel. Foto Divulgacao Na mesma area da Barra, mas mais para dentro do bairro esta o Tsume, que ao inves da beira do mar fica debrucado na lagoa. De quem vem da Zona Sul, e a saida do tunel do Joa a direita, no entorno da praca Desembargador Araujo Jorge em direcao a lagoa da Ilha da Coroa.Caio Sampaio O Tsume Sokodo do jogador de Rugby de cadeira de rodas CaioSampaio, serve culinaria japonesa de alto nivel. Segundo a equipe da casa os pratos saopreparados e confeccionados numa cozinha a vista, com ingredientes cuidadosamenteselecionados. Nossa parceira Tatyane Lima e frequentadora do local garante quea comida e muito boa. O bar de Sampaio ficadentro do Raja Club. Especializado em Stand Up Paddle (SUP) o clube ofereceaulas da modalidade, aluga pranchas, tem vestiarios completos, lojas e ate passeioe travessias, nas Ilhas Tijucas, que duram cerca de 40 min. Se voce quiserchegar ao clube e restaurante japones de SUP, olha que onda , basta ligar paraos rapazes que eles te buscam do outro lado da Lagoa. 3486-4113. O Tsumefunciona de terca a sexta. Das 18h as 23h e sabado e domingo das 12h 30 m as23h. Agora, se joga nessas dicas e vai ser feliz. Sorria voce esta na Barra , numa Barra cheia denatureza e beleza.EXTRA Mas, se depois de todo esse apelo ao esporte voce faz o estilo natureza preguicosa, temos aqui umas dicas extras reveladas pela Revista Veja Rio: Ilha da Gigoia, a poucos metros da estacao de metro. Para chegar ate la e preciso pegar um barco no pier principal, fica numa ruazinha ao lado do Shopping Barra . A travessia leva cerca de um minuto e e feita por barqueiros locais, que cobram R$ 1. O Buteco- Com decoracao inspirada em Rock tem comida havy como o boi ralado, que tem uma porcao de costela bovina moida estendida na chapa, com alho frito, molho madeira e
queijo mozzarella derretido por cima, tudo fatiado e servido a francesa. Cais Bar e especializado em frutos do mar aos sabados volta e meia tem roda de samba com feijoada. Mais adiante, fica a Ilha Primeira (a travessia e R$ 5 e dura uns cinco minutos).La tem o badalado Bar do Cicero, especializado em frutos do mar e pasteis de camarao.Na Lagoa de Marapendi, via projeto Expedicao Barra, com agendamento previo, um barco busca os interessados nos piers proximos a Av. das Americas, dura cerca de uma hora e 15 minutos e e orientado por um biologo, passando pelos manguezais da lagoa.Informacao: K7http://www.kitepointrio.com.br/K08Avenida do Pepe, QS 8A e 8B (em frente ao numero 890),Barra. 7h/22h. 99738-0808 e 7830-6249. http://www.k08.com.br/Pe ahi - Av. do Pepe, 780, Barra da Tijuca, Rio de Janeiro - RJpeahi.temaki@gmail.com(21) 2492-1286 (21) 2137-0353 Japones http://peahisushi.com.brTsumehttps://www.rajaclub.com.br/
imagem muitas vezes " cliches" e deturpadas. Em redes sociais, muitos reconhecem que ate entao Medellin, em especial, era terra apenas de Pablo Escobar. Fomos obrigados em constatar que a desinformacao gera deformacao, mesmo em paises tao proximos. Como aqui na Rede Latitudes somos exatamente um grupo de latinos tentando nos conectar e portanto quebrar barreiras, aproveitamos para oferecer dois links sobre programacao na Colombia para voce abrir seus horizontes, vai la, se joga! listo? Chevere!! Grupo Musical Colombiano Legatto 7 parceiros da Rede Latitudes Colombia por Colombianoshttp://www.redelatitudes.com/2012/09/turismo-cool-na-colombia.htmlHotel de Artistas Plasticos em Bogotahttp://www.redelatitudes.com/2010/10/hotel-104-arte-suites-bogota.html