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of stories. Over and over again. Stories about fire-breathing dragons, talking animals, a powerful little girl, a scarred wizard, a genius boy, flying fairies, small bearded dwarves, other worlds behind the cupboard, a know-it-all compass, people diving into books. And I believed it all. I did with all my heart believe it to be real. Im turning 20 next Sunday and Im still hoping to find a secret world around the corner. A world filled with adventure and magical beings. A world totally different from the one I live today. I live life, but if I could have my way, I would have jumped into so many different parallel realities so far. This is possible one of the reasons I chose to become a filmmaker: so that I could see this magic up close. I am so tired of this complicated world. Tired of useless debates and nonsense arguments. I dont pretend to think that these world dont have problems, oh no, Im quite sure they have. But the solutions, or at least the paths, are much more clear. Destroy evil, be brave and finish the quest. Yeah, I could use those in real life, but since it isnt scripted, it doesnt happen that easily. I feel like a damsel in distress waiting to be rescued by a knight in shining armour. I need someone to hold me tight whenever Im cold and lonely, someone to call at whatever hour, someone whos there for me, no matter what. Again, Im imaging life as literature... This doesnt happen. However, I would be glad with the metaphorical version of a knight in shining armour, which is a doable solution to most my problems. So far, Ive found a perfect one: going to study abroad. But there are monsters in my way, which my sword has yet to defeat. G-d, give me strength and courage.
I had a very weird dream last night. I dream I was going to graduate in school (again) - I knew it was at school because I remember I would be meeting my German teachers. Well, the graduation would take place in two hours or so and I wasn't ready. I still had to do my hair. I know the dream didn't begin there, but the first thing I recall it going to the hair stylist with Ingrid, I think. The receptionist told me they were too busy, but I urged her, as it was an emergency. As it usually happens, she asked me to wait. I went to a sort of waiting room, but it was actually a movie theatre lobby - I'm not saying it makes sense. There I met Anna Israel and the three of us - Anna, Ingrid and me (although I have a vague sense that the twins were there as well) - talked for a while. I distinctively remember Anna still with her broken foot, because she had it on a cushion. I suddenly remembered I was supposed to check the hair appointment, so I went outside and ran two blocks or so to it. Remember I had been in the waiting room - yeah, well... I got there and they had no time for me. OK, I though, no biggy, it's just my graduation. And I honestly didn't think much of it. I figured I should meet the girls in the movie theatre again, so I ran there. But I couldn't find it anywhere... I ran the two block, ran some more and nothing. I then ran back the other way, figuring I had gone wrong at some point. Then I found myself beside a field, where I met Lais, Guto and a bunch of other people I don't remember. They were sweet as always, but I was determined to find the theatre, so I ran off again. I finally gave up at some point and admitted I was lost. So I ran - yeah, I did a lot of running - back to the field to meet Lais and Guto again. The field was absolutely beautiful and I found them. I remember running some more, meeting some school seniors, not caring about what I would wear to graduation and being terribly late. That's all.So... Now I wonder why I dreamt it. It has probably a lot to do with the fact that I'm part of the shooting crew of graduation at the university today. But as I sit here looking at the graduates coming in, I can't help, but to remember my own graduation, my Abitur graduation. My father was late as usual and I didn't take a single picture with my parents. Not one... I only realized this days later and I started sobbing in my bedroom. I felt as if they didn't care. I had taken loads of pictures, with my teachers, with my friends, FOR my friends with THEIR parents, but none with my own parents. We just forgot... This must
mean something, right? What's wrong in a parent-child relationship for the parents not to care when their daughter graduates? I see here all the lighten aces beside me now. The fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters (my siblings couldn't come to graduation because they live in Sao Paulo... lame excuse), grandmothers, grandfathers, cousins... Some have brought flowers, cards with saying, cornets... I know my family won't bring a thing, they are just not the type.I don't know if I dreamt what I did, because of this or if it was because I was shooting at the graduation... I just know I remembered me crying when I found out I had no pictures with them. It just isn't normal for parents and children to be like this. It just ain't. This was almost two years ago and right now, I've never felt so distant from my parents. We live in the same house, under the same roof, but we don't share a home. We don't share meals, we don't call each other, we barely talk. This just saddens me deeply and I have no idea how to react to this. I mean, they are the grown-ups here. My mum practically hates my guts and my father thinks I'm unstable. Seriously, they have no interest in my life - nor apparently I in theirs - and they know me way less than my closest friends.PS: I honestly think Lais & Guto might have appeared in the dream, because they are a parenting figure, like when they held my hand to take the flu vaccine and when they baby-talk me into agreeing on something.
I find it interesting how a life is defined by the people one encountersHow thoughts one might have, were placed there by another brainHow feelings one may have, are directly related to someone else'sPeople pass you by every single daySome stay forever, whether you like it or notOther just run through, leaving a part of them behindA dozen have known you since kindergarten, though wouldn't name your last name even upon tortureThen there is a handful you bond within a day and remember for an eternityThere are too those people who you could never picture your life withoutThose few whose laughs, sorrows and loves are deeply connected to your ownThe ones who first knew your ambitions, your first times, your disappointments...They all leave a mark.Although everyone is completely alone in this worldWe are all made of bits and pieces of everyone around usWhether real or fiction, whether lasting or temporaryThese people made me who I am todayAnd for that, I gracefully thank them. A while ago - a.k.a. 2002 - there began a series on TV called "Everwood". It all started when Dr. Andrew Brown's (Treat Williams) life changed forever, with his wife's car crash. Hence he took his children Ephram (Gregory Smith) and Delia (Vivien Cardone) and moved to a nice quaint town called Everwood in the middle of nowhere Colorado.I had never given much thought, but I see now how this series manages to show the best ways to handle stressful and sometimes unfair events. Whether it's Colin Hart's (Mike Erwin) coma or Amy Abbott's (Emily VanCamp) depression, it talks about many subjects, which we would rather not have to deal with. With humorous dialogues between the doctors and a love which develops throughout the series, we kind of wish for a life resembling theirs - not always simple, but at least hopeful.Every aspect leads to reflection. I have truly lost count of how many times I have cried watching it. I have already lost people, been through depression, liked someone - who didn't like me back - and tasted the undying bitterness of failure. I relate to it - I am Jewish, but unorthodox like the Brown family and I've played the piano my whole life, although much more poorly than Ephram...Nevertheless everyone can put themselves in the characters' shoes. Who hasn't felt left out on a first day at a new school? Or feel in love with someone in an impossible situation? Or found truly unexpected friends? And especially who doesn't constantly fight their parents? The series manages to teach the best way to act in such an occasion or simply remind you that you are not the only one there.A personal favorite - I hereby proclaim my everlasting admiration for "Everwood". Forget about threading softly, you've already smashed my dreams anyway.For now I am here... cagedCan't free my wings and fly awayCan't go where I truly belongEmptyVoidDesperateLonelyCan one feel completely alone in the middle of a crowd?Even a crowd of friends...People who you love and who love you...and yetthey can't seethe wet tears which grew before you
wiped it awaythe deepness of your eyes looking awaythe coldness of your arms in need of a hugthe fake curve of your smileSmile like you mean itYesand go through life without letting people see youBuild a wall around the darkest corners of your heartPeople don't care anywayThey may pretend tobut they honestly don'tthey usually can't be botheredand when they can, they have their reasonsthis is today's society, with all its selfishnessOh, how my mind wanders off sitting in a pier looking at the full moonOh, how my heart aches with dreams that so far don't come trueOh...
In 2008, when applying for NYU, I was asked the following question, to which I replied. Describe a trait or characteristic that has been passed along to you by your family. Tell us why you like or dislike this aspect of yourself.Limit your response to 7 lines, or approximately 500 characters. If you need additional space, please use the "Additional Information" page (page 7). Throughout my family tree, a vital trait has always been a profound passion for history and its telling. History bestows knowledge which cannot ever be taken away from you, according to Dumas. Our love for story-telling has probably emerged from Judaism. At family gatherings, ancient and modern stories are always retold with the same punch lines. My family history and my own stories intertwined have helped to shape my character. By learning about my origins, I learn about myself, thus capable of finding my own path. Though I had only 500 god-damned characters to use - I remember I traded the word "strong" for "vital" because it had one less character - I meant it when I spoke of the importance of storytelling. Stories have changed me and my way of viewing the world, even if they were fiction - imagine that!I become a filmmaker in order to tell stories to the world. Stories which build character, which excite, which provoke, which make you cry, laugh or love... alas, stories give you knowledge and knowledge remains forever. Pessoalmente, nao ha filme mais belo e inocente que Cinema Paradiso (Nuovo Cinema Paradiso, Italia, 1988), de Giuseppe Tornatore. Ele nos conta a historia de Salvatore Di Vita (Jacques Perrin), que ao descobrir da morte de Alfredo (Philippe Noiret) se lanca em um flashback de sua infancia em sua cidade natal Giancaldo.Salvatore, mais conhecido a epoca como Toto (Salvatore Cascio), era apenas uma crianca quando conhece o Cinema Paradiso. Sempre arrumando confusao, cochilava na igreja como o coroinha; espiava pelas cortinas do cinema, enquanto o padre censurava as cenas; fingia machucar o pe para conseguir carona de bicicleta e ainda gastava o dinheiro do leite para ir ao Paradiso. Alem disso, mesmo sem permissao, entrava na cabine do projetor Alfredo, de onde roubava alguns frames de negativos esquecidos. Como a imaginacao infantil e interessante: com apenas um destes pedacos, ele ja criava uma historia.A vida de Toto se resumia a escola com todas suas excentricidades e ao Paradiso. E no inicio dos anos 30, ir ao cinema era uma grande experiencia: criancas imitavam os indios da tela, a comedia era super ingenua e beijos eram considerados pornografia. Ate os adultos se comportavam como meninos, batendo palmas todos juntos para acordar um dorminhoco. E entao, que atraves de uma pequena chantagem, Toto comeca a trabalhar com Alfredo, que o ensina tudo sobre a projecao de um filme.O tempo passa e ve-se a realidade da bella Italia: mulheres pintando na praca, muitos analfabetos que nao entendem os intertitulos dos filmes, a mafia napolitana por tras de certos favores e os primeiros sinais da guerra. E assim Toto cresce, comeca a documentar sua vida
em 16mm e conhece Elena (Agnese Nano). E como em todo primeiro amor, e incrivel as baboseiras que se faz, esperando te-lo contribuido. Tudo caminha bem, no entanto, Salvatore deve ir embora, retornando nostalgico so anos depois para o funeral de Alfredo.O longa-metragem presta atencao nos minimos detalhes, como se fotografasse pequenos rituais do cotidiano sinos batendo, maos fazendo trico, mulheres enchendo vasos dagua na fonte e sao esses momentos que dao o feeling do filme. Alem disso, com a trilha sonora estupenda de Ennio Morricone, a simplicidade das vidas e a serenidade da cidadezinha tornam-se magicas.Incrivelmente metalinguistico, este e um filme que fala sobre filmes, se passa num cinema e conta a historia de um cineasta. Assim e dificilimo ele nao apelar aos cinefilos, aos quais recomendo aguardarem a cena final, na qual e impossivel nao ficar arrepiado quando a promessa e cumprida.
Chess is life.Everyone is a pawn in the immense board which is the world.Every move is has meaning, crucial to determine the ending.I'm just another piece in the board and every move around me influences my path. Thus I must learn how best to play the game and find out which role to play on the board.Will I be a pawn, as dispensable a piece as it is ordinary, with its seven other brothers displaying the same function on the board? It leads a straight slow path, without major surprises and interesting turns. It can make a fatal difference, like a distinguished soldier in a war. Nevertheless it could never win the game.Will I be a knight, which with its quizzical moves manages to encircle everyone around it. It can face major challenges, moving differently from anyone else, and yet, as powerful as it is, it could never win the war alone.Will I be a bishop? This piece, together with its significant other, can rule the board. However alone, it only poses threats. This piece and its partner remind me the most of the concept of a soul mate: inseparable, they become unbeatable.Will I be a rook, travelling easily through the board? Restless and threatening, it is a fortress. However, if one finds its weakness, the rook is doomed.Check.Will I be a queen, without boundaries, taking large steps in every direction? All powerful and greedy, it conquers the board to achieve its goal. It moves looking for its perfect position, leaving everyone else in awe and to re-order themselves around it. Strategic, ruthless and simply brilliant, the board isn't the same without her - it has no true leader.Check.And finally, will I be a king? The most crucial piece in the entire board and yet almost powerless. The reason for every piece's existence and yet it can't protect itself. Moves in every direction and yet a short single step at a time. And when finally the king is trapped, when all unnecessary lives have gone astray and when everyone's moves have reached their final purpose, the game ends, it's over.Check mate. Basic movie plot: sweet girl meets bad boy. As opposites, they attract one another Throughout all that, the boy insists that hes no good for her She doesnt believe that How could she? Her imagination has gone wild with thoughts And though truth stares at her face, Girl falls for boy But... The bad boy is indeed a bad boy And more often than not, her heart ends up broken Boys and girls if I may say so Use the powerful weapon of manipulation And although foretold, We insist on falling for it As above, the boy did warn her What if she only listened... Segunda busca1- Escolha uma mascara qualquer.*Voce pode tirar depois de completar a busca.2- Va ate as Luzes Fantasticas de Lampwyck.3- Depois va a loja de petpets montaranos.4- Entao ate a prefeitura.5- E finalmente volte a Saskia.Bem pessoal, e so isso, ate a proxima. Segunda busca1- Escolha uma mascara qualquer.*Voce pode tirar depois de completar a busca.2-
Comecamos com a loja de raspadinha.3- Entao ao Snowager.4- Siga a Loja de Diversao Gelada Super Feliz.5- Agora a Loja de Cristal de Gelo.6- Fale com a Tarla.7- E por fim, com Saskia.
Oi neopianos, algumas vezesdurante o ano, em algumas datas especiais - natal, halloween e etc - aTNT libera sacolas de nc gratis, hoje foi liberada a de Halloween e se nao meengano, ainda tera uma mais para frente.Ao lado, voce pode ver as imagens da sacola e das luvas que vem dentro.Bem, e so isso pessoal. Ate a proxima. Ola neopianos, ja devem ter visto que a versaobeta da arena de batalha foi aberta, nao?Bem, notei algumas pessoas que estao boiando, nao ha muitas informacoes sobrea versao beta, mas tentei juntar algumas para ajudar esse pessoal.Nao se sabe muito porque a TNT ainda estaenviando os convites e pouquissimas pessoas foram convidadas, acho que nenhumbrasileiro ate agora. O bom e que alguns usuarios escolhidos colocaram imagensda arena de batalha em seus perfis.Entao vamos direto ao assunto: Algumas mudancasPessoal, como e uma versao beta essas informacoes podem mudar a qualquer momento, entao nada abaixo e garantido...Antigamente, cada vez que ganhavamos de um adversario no modo 1 jogador, ele ficava mais forte, agora poderemos escolher se a forca dele vai ser "media", "forte" ou "poderoso".Receberemos recompensas por batalhas ganhas, nessa fase de teste receberemos poucos neopontos, mas talvez depois possamos ganhar mais, ah, tambem ganharemos itens como recompensas.Nao seremos curados apos ganharmos uma luta, teremos que nos curar sozinhos.As habilidades das fadas ainda nao foram ativadas, parece que serao substituidas por outro sistema.Ha sete novos oponentes.Ouve uma alteracao no boost. Parece que agora e mais facil fazer pontos de dano e a agilidade tem um impacto maior.O sunnyneo tambem mostrou algumas imagens das novas arenas, pelo que entendi, as antigas arenas- arenas de gelo, arena de pedra e etc... - virarao arena gelada, caldeirao do sapado, arena neocola, arena central, paladio do pango e arena ugga. ~Os creditos SunnyNeoBem, temos algumas imagens da arena de batalha tiradas por um usuario canadense que foi escolhido.~Creditos dmitri_stanislaus.Bem pessoal, e so isso que sei ate agora, mas se souber mais eu aviso. Oi neopianos, a TNT postou nas noticias mais informacoes sobre a nova arena de batalha:Velhos amigos, adeus! - A (velha) Arena de Batalha esta oficialmente fechada. Ela teve que se sacrificar para que sua irma, a Nova Arena de Batalhas, possa ter vida em breve. REZEMOS PELA VELHA ARENA DE BATALHA! E para as coisas tecnicas: quando tentar visitar qualquer pagina da Arena de Batalha, voce sera direcionado a uma pagina de erro. Voce tambem recebera erro quando tentar equipar artigos em seu inventario. O proximo estara no site como Beta Closed e nos anunciaremos aqui nas Noticias quando comecarmos a enviar convites.E, eu diria que a nova arena esta proxima, so o que nos resta e esperar e imaginar como e a nova arena.Bem, gostaria de encerrar com uma imagem da antiga arena, mas eu, boba, esqueci de tirar um print...E so isso, ate mais pessoal! Ola neopianos, para quem nao sabe as buscas das mascaras do terror ja comecaram.Quem nao estava aqui ano passado deve estar se perguntando: O que sao essas mascaras do terror?No ano passado (2011), no halloween, a TNT fez uma
festa assombrada com duas buscas- Do Bart e de Saskia- as do Bart voce recebia quando pescava uma maca e a da Saskia voce recebia diariamente, teria que escolher uma mascara e ir nos lugares para completar a busca.Depois do Halloween de 2011, a pesca das macas virou um link diario e as Mascaras do Terror um evento anual.Entao, hoje comecaram as buscas, para resolver e bem simples.Primeira busca1- Escolha uma mascara qualquer.*Voce pode tirar depois de completar a busca.2- Va ao poco dos desejos, doe 1 np e faca um pedido qualquer.3- Va aos defensores.4- Volte as mascaras e receba seu premio.Bem pessoa, e so isso, ate a proxima.
Oi neopianos, como ja devem ter notado, a festa assombrada ja comecou, parece que vai ser igual ao ano passado, fora a busca de nc.Parece tambem que teremos aquelas buscas das mascaras novamente.Mais informacoes em breve.Ate mais neopianos. Ola neopianos, passando so para avisar que o habitarium esta fechado para manutencao. Alguns usuarios estao dizendo que talvez estejam pondo mais niveis, outros que o habitarium deu problema e a TNT esta consertando, mas seja o que for, espero que nao reiniciem o habitarium de algumas pessoas de novo.So nos resta esperar para saber...Bem, e so isso pessoal, ate a proxima. Segunda busca1- Escolha uma mascara qualquer.*Voce pode tirar depois de completar a busca.2- Va a Mansao do Governador. 3- Prossiga para a Area Proibida.4- Entao va ao Capitao Tres Pernas.5- Agora siga para a Meninada.6- Finalmente volte a Saskia.Bem pessoal, e so isso, a busca foi bem facil.Ate mais... Segunda busca1- Escolha uma mascara qualquer.*Voce pode tirar depois de completar a busca.2- Va ao Carrossel da Ilha Roo. 3- Depois siga para as Mercadorias da Ilha Roo.4- Entao a Gruta do Cafe.5- E por fim, volte a Saskia.Bem, pessoal e so isso, ate a proxima. Ou ie, beibe, copiei descaradamente o titulo do post de uma montagem que esta rolando pelo Facebook.(Rapaaaz... Esse meu post vai ficar enorme...)Ta, tudo bem. Pode estar um pouco tarde, mas sou uma pessoa com muita coisa pra fazer, pouco tempo para exercer e uma internet da Xuxa que me trolla o dia inteiro!Uma guerra comecou e perdemos o medo de dar a nossa cara a tapa. Desde o dia 06 de Junho, quando foi anunciado o aumento da passagem de onibus em Sao Paulo, que as ruas, de repente, se encheram de cartazes, faixas, gritos e policiais tentando conter a galera revoltada. Mas para quem nao sabe (o que e muito dificil a essa altura do campeonato), e que tamanha indignacao nao e apenas por 20 centavos a mais na passagem do onibus. Na verdade isso foi considerado a gota d'agua! Nos temos aguentado ha tempo DEMAIS o Governo montando em nossas costas, com tanta hipocrisia, mentiras, falsidade...Ta na hora de um basta, ne, galera?O bem da verdade e que eu venho reclamando disso ha um tempinho... O governo apoia o futebol, a copa do mundo, mas ignora a educacao, a saude, a cultura... Oloco, gente... Demorou pra essa bomba explodir...Diz pra mim, ha quanto tempo eu reclamo que a educacao no Brasil e um lixo? Ha quanto tempo eu falo que as pessoas nao tem interesse? Ha quanto tempo eu sou obrigada a ler aberracoes gramaticais pela vida afora?E as pessoas que nao leem? Naaaaaooo..... Ler e chaaaaato. Bom mesmo, e aquela breja, na hora do jogo do curintia.Sabe o Instituto Athenas (livro que eu estou escrevendo)? Entao... Afora o "nazismo" presente ali, eu sonho com escolas como aquela, que te fazem estudar ate sair a tabela periodica pelas orelhas. Que, se voce nao tira, pelo menos 10 de media, voce nao passa de ano! Que tem uma porrada de cursos extra-curriculares, que incentivam os