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quarta-feira, 15 de agosto de 2012

Daily Post #3 - It's Tasting Time! (1)

"It's Tasting time" vai ser a segunda rábula - (esta palavra está a começar a soar muito estranha) - do meu Blog. Esta vai ser um bocado diferente da anterior. Neste espaço vou fazer uma espécie de análise de certas pessoas "diferentes", falar um bocado delas e dar uma classificação. Só para dar mais sentido ao nome "Social Mask". Já estou farto de não usar smiles :p... Só para dar mais sentido ao nome "Social Mask" XD.
Como é o primeiro episódio quero fazer uma coisa especial, por isso é que vou falar desta pessoa :)
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It's Tasting Time!
"Episódio 1 - How Much Friendship Matters? Socialite Girl's Saga!"
Once upon a time... porque, mais uma vez, em inglês soa MUITO MELHOR.. there was a little boy that went to the Art Club of his school. Hey!, don't censor him ok? Drawing is kind of cool in the 6th grade. And it's not gay.. Anyway.. that was when he mett her. Hardly saw her, he thought that she was kind of shy, but what he didn't think was that she would become one part of a great friendship. Anyway.. again.. the Art Club ended with the conclusion of the year. He thought that he would never see her again..and he didn't really cared about that.
2 years past until he saw her again...no, 1 year...They happened to be on the same class. He didn't speak to her very much for 2 years. But, than many things happened and he began to see the world in a very different way. I don't have good words to explain it so, i'll pass to the conclusion.
Now he has the luck to call her best friend, someone really important. To a very unique person, with a very unique personality... Like I said, no words sorry... Basically, for him, she's the person he thrusts more, a person that he thinks that thinks like him, etc, etc. Let's go the rating :p
Person's Raiting: 6 Stars
i know that the maximum is 5, but for her i'll open an exception, and, if you have the chance, you should meet her. I won't say her name 'cause she's in an..bolas fica em português.."Programa de Protecção de Testemunhas"

segunda-feira, 13 de agosto de 2012

Daily Post #1 - Erro Mais Amador da História dos Blogs

Ok, então acabei de fazer o erro mais amador na história dos blogs. Depois de ter escrito três posts, decidi  explorar o blog. Poisss...essa deve ser das piores ideias que já tive, porque, quando fui ver as mensagens, pensei que fossem rascunhos e então carreguei num botão engraçado chamado "delete". Adeus três últimos Posts! Mas, felizmente, alguns amigos mandaram-me excertos das publicações anteriores e há apenas uma que merece ser reescrito:
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«Once upon a time, there was a little boy (little but big on what matters, if you know what I mean.. or not) that went to the college a bit earlier than what would be normal. In that week, he met her/him/her/him/her.. okay it was an "her".. and do you want to know what he thought of her? Oh... no?.. Ok I guess. Well, I'll tell you anyway. She thought that she was exactly like a friend (girl) of him. But in the next day... WOWentirely different, but for better of course. It happens that, after all, she wasn't like his friend, but like him! Not completly, but in a very.. "special and unique" way. She was really funny in mine... "humorous perspective". The weeks past and now those moments still live in his memory, bringing happy sadness with lots of regards. Now, he's discovering new lovely and very interesting sides (or Social Masks) of her.. good enough for him to want to know more of this book. Finally, he's proud to call her a friend, one of the greatest I think, and more important, to remember the phrase: "Orgasmo! Orgasmo! Orgasmo! :D
Person's Rate: 5 Stars
Good job girl!

TO BE CONTINUED»
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Este foi um texto dedicado à pessoa que me convenceu a criar o Social Mask, e o único que consegui recuperar.