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Era uma vez um menino chamado jP
Nasceu aos 5 anos e cresceu aos 7
Viveu com os páis morando com a avó, comendo tangerinas todos os dias e bebendo muita água das pedras.
Até certo dia a médica de família o proibiu de beber água das pedras por ser uma bebida radioactiva.
Mas o jP já estava tão viciado em águas das pedras que o seu cérebro começou a ter alucinações a toda hora.
Para evitar ser internado no Magalhães Lemos, jP habituou-se a usar a lógica.
Tudo o que fazia tinha de ter lógica. E começou a descortinar o que era real e imaginário e começou a fazer uma lista de coisas que na realidade não existiam.
-Viu uns edifícios enormes a que as pessoas chamavam de igrejas, que adoravam não sei o que lá do reino do céu. jP bem tentava olhar para cima mas só conseguia ver nuvens que volta e meia se dissipavam portanto só podia ser alucinação.
-Sempre que os grandes se juntavam, punham-se a falar de uns tais senhores que faziam não sei o quê num sítio muito grande que se chamava parlamento e que falavam, falavam e os grandes falavam daquilo que eles falavam. Certo dia do ano as pessoas grandes metiam uma cruzinha num papel para escolher aquele que falava melhor e que fazia mais festas e visitava mais feiras porque sabiam que essa pessoa faladora ia ajudar a tornar os pais melhor. Mas jP via sempre os grandes a barafustarem que a pessoa escolhida nunca fazia nada de jeito e percebeu que era uma alucinação colectiva e que afinal não era só ele a beber água das pedras.
-A vóvó do jP sempre o obrigou a comer peixinho, leitinho e muitos vegetais. Enquanto que os grandes frequentavam casas grandes há hora de almoço onde comiam muuuuuuuuuuuiiita carne e outras coisas gordurentas e metiam umas coisas que os punham a cheirar mal da boca. jP obviamente percebeu que esses senhores deviam estar todos alucinados pois não tinha lógica aquilo que eles estavam a comer.
A lista continua infindável até hoje e jP tenta a todo custo não ficar parecido com as pessoas adultas para não ser uma alucinação como todos os outros.
terça-feira, 8 de junho de 2004
quinta-feira, 3 de junho de 2004
jPgoodnews
in the internet I am jpgoodnews
the one
the only
Jpgoodnews
in my nick
in my email
in everywhere
until the day that someone tucked my email for granted
It was the final insult
Me!!!!!!!!!!!
Me!!!!!!!!!!!
My cyber name
My email!!!!!!!!!
How can it be possible?!!
My life felt so deranged, part of my identity was stolen.
I started to wander the meaning of all this, even worse I started to imagine who could do such a thing.
I imagined a big fat computer freak with a big fat pair of glasses eating a big fat sandwich in a room with monitors all over the place and a parrot in his shoulder screaming: “nuke them all, nuke them all”, pressing is ugly fat fingers in his keyboard burned by cigar tips left forgotten in the middle of some hacking to some kind of porno site.
The time passed and I started to wander if I could get my email back so I had one of the dumbest ideas that I had in the past years: to ask for help to Microsoft!
After sending an email explaining the situation they answer my mail, but instead of giving me answers, they gave me even more questions (at least they didn’t tell me to reboot my computer loloooolo). So I decided to go for an alternative way: payback, to make a hack to my own email, after all it's not a sin to steal what was stolen from us, I was not to still, only some kind of reverse engineering!!
First thing that I learned in the hacking scene: hackers are closed persons but when you are In the Wright place they are more open than the source code of mozzila, when I get through a forum about hotmail hacking I founded even more forums and even more forums, including software created especially to the purpose, beside of that I found that everything could be cracked (paypal accounts, yahoo accounts, u name it…)
So I cooled my mind and said to me: If it’s so easy to hack my email it will be easy to lose it again
So I felt so stupid. I had the tools but I started to lose ambition.
So I decided to be even smarter. So I get an ICQ number and found it safer than messenger.
Although I prefer to use ICQ, my messenger is logged on too because I registered my original email in my contact list in case the “pirate” decided to show. Suddenly, one day, it happened: I get the message warning me that jpgoodnews logged in. Changed is nick to nnnnnnn and disappeared.
That coward! Silly of me to use the same nick, didn’t remind of that little detail. The time passed on and I had forgotten the incident.
A few days ago it happened again, but this time the pirate talked to me: “why did u use my nickname?”
Such a nerve! Such arrogance! My will was to blow is computer away in to million pieces!!!
I talked back: “I ask the same question to u!!!!!!!!!!”
“How did u steal my email?”
“Are you a hacker?”
The conversation continued and I realized that after all, the mystery pirate didn’t seem arrogant at all. He started to ask me to go to the hotmail site trying to explain me that it wasn’t is fault. The English wasn’t very correct too so I figured that I was not American or English and the speech seem to be of a girl than a man. After some chat lines the pirate morphed in a cherry blossom girl and on top of that she belonged to a Christian group.
Hooo the contrast, me worried only with myself without wondering that after all jpgoodnews could mean something even more important than a stupid nick of mine.
She said she will give my cyber name back, but how could I ask her to do this if she used it with a nobler reason than me?!
Now I am mad because I want to be angry and I don’t find a reason to be…..
the one
the only
Jpgoodnews
in my nick
in my email
in everywhere
until the day that someone tucked my email for granted
It was the final insult
Me!!!!!!!!!!!
Me!!!!!!!!!!!
My cyber name
My email!!!!!!!!!
How can it be possible?!!
My life felt so deranged, part of my identity was stolen.
I started to wander the meaning of all this, even worse I started to imagine who could do such a thing.
I imagined a big fat computer freak with a big fat pair of glasses eating a big fat sandwich in a room with monitors all over the place and a parrot in his shoulder screaming: “nuke them all, nuke them all”, pressing is ugly fat fingers in his keyboard burned by cigar tips left forgotten in the middle of some hacking to some kind of porno site.
The time passed and I started to wander if I could get my email back so I had one of the dumbest ideas that I had in the past years: to ask for help to Microsoft!
After sending an email explaining the situation they answer my mail, but instead of giving me answers, they gave me even more questions (at least they didn’t tell me to reboot my computer loloooolo). So I decided to go for an alternative way: payback, to make a hack to my own email, after all it's not a sin to steal what was stolen from us, I was not to still, only some kind of reverse engineering!!
First thing that I learned in the hacking scene: hackers are closed persons but when you are In the Wright place they are more open than the source code of mozzila, when I get through a forum about hotmail hacking I founded even more forums and even more forums, including software created especially to the purpose, beside of that I found that everything could be cracked (paypal accounts, yahoo accounts, u name it…)
So I cooled my mind and said to me: If it’s so easy to hack my email it will be easy to lose it again
So I felt so stupid. I had the tools but I started to lose ambition.
So I decided to be even smarter. So I get an ICQ number and found it safer than messenger.
Although I prefer to use ICQ, my messenger is logged on too because I registered my original email in my contact list in case the “pirate” decided to show. Suddenly, one day, it happened: I get the message warning me that jpgoodnews logged in. Changed is nick to nnnnnnn and disappeared.
That coward! Silly of me to use the same nick, didn’t remind of that little detail. The time passed on and I had forgotten the incident.
A few days ago it happened again, but this time the pirate talked to me: “why did u use my nickname?”
Such a nerve! Such arrogance! My will was to blow is computer away in to million pieces!!!
I talked back: “I ask the same question to u!!!!!!!!!!”
“How did u steal my email?”
“Are you a hacker?”
The conversation continued and I realized that after all, the mystery pirate didn’t seem arrogant at all. He started to ask me to go to the hotmail site trying to explain me that it wasn’t is fault. The English wasn’t very correct too so I figured that I was not American or English and the speech seem to be of a girl than a man. After some chat lines the pirate morphed in a cherry blossom girl and on top of that she belonged to a Christian group.
Hooo the contrast, me worried only with myself without wondering that after all jpgoodnews could mean something even more important than a stupid nick of mine.
She said she will give my cyber name back, but how could I ask her to do this if she used it with a nobler reason than me?!
Now I am mad because I want to be angry and I don’t find a reason to be…..
quarta-feira, 2 de junho de 2004
terça-feira, 1 de junho de 2004
don't believe da hype
Pois é
já cantavam os public enemy
detesto quando lançam estas merdas de campanhas para os olhos
quando custava a puta de um bilhete para o rock em rio?!!!!
aquilo não era um festival era um shoping autentico
para m mandarem britney spears e outras merdas q tais
naaaaaa
na queima paguei uma decima parte e fui melhor servido
e não m vieram com tangas de tendas para a paz e debates da tanga
como se os jovemzitos deste pais fossem ligar peva a isso
nao deixa de ter uma certa piada tipo: ouvir falar de paz de dia e curtir limp bizkit e slip knot á noite
ololoololololololl
já cantavam os public enemy
detesto quando lançam estas merdas de campanhas para os olhos
quando custava a puta de um bilhete para o rock em rio?!!!!
aquilo não era um festival era um shoping autentico
para m mandarem britney spears e outras merdas q tais
naaaaaa
na queima paguei uma decima parte e fui melhor servido
e não m vieram com tangas de tendas para a paz e debates da tanga
como se os jovemzitos deste pais fossem ligar peva a isso
nao deixa de ter uma certa piada tipo: ouvir falar de paz de dia e curtir limp bizkit e slip knot á noite
ololoololololololl
uaaaauuuuuuu
pois é e vai um gajo ter internet para isto
em vez de ver gaijas nuas anda praqui a armar-se em designer a fazer blogs estupidos q não servem para nada
duvido q volte aqui outra vez
será q eles deixam esta merda armazenada no servidor por muito tempo?
em vez de ver gaijas nuas anda praqui a armar-se em designer a fazer blogs estupidos q não servem para nada
duvido q volte aqui outra vez
será q eles deixam esta merda armazenada no servidor por muito tempo?
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