Diario de Guerra

2007-06-04T21:41:00.000-03:00

Diário de Guerra

E de uma maneira muito triste, acaba o meu sonho de uma máquina de Daytona USA própria... =~

Nunca imaginei que ia custar o mesmo que um carro de verdade. O mundo é um lugar injusto, muito injusto...

2007-06-02T01:37:00.000-03:00

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Here comes a new challenge

I was just 10 minutes to leave the office and go home today, and my team leader called me for a serious talk. I have not done any bullshit in weeks, so I imagined that I was not going to be scolded, but it was a kind of new problem I would have to deal with.

I was right. Basically, he told me about my new (much harder) task in our project, with (much) more responsibilities. Of course, being a outsourced employee, I would not get a raise from it (things work different when your task boss is different from your cash boss).

I proudly accepted it, not just because I was trusted with a important assignment. It is a challenge. And I will show what I'm there for.

2007-05-29T00:57:00.000-03:00

Diário de Guerra
Ok, leiaute novo versão pré-beta.

Resolvi adequar ele totalmente ao blogger. Por isso os antigos comentários do YACCS sumiram e foram substituídos pelos do blogger. Quero ver o que mais o blogger me oferece então tenho que ver direitinho todas as tags e instruções de construção de leiautes dele.

Se tiver tempo faço as gracinhas que ainda to querendo fazer nesse popo-blog. Pra isso tenho que rever javascript e CSS...

2007-05-23T21:26:00.000-03:00

Diário de Guerra
Jamais nos matarão

Primeiro os paulistas e agora os defensores levam a ripa de duas costelas na churrascaria do Olimpico.

Olha a festa, macaco
Torcida é coração
Quem não canta é amargo
Nunca vai sair campeão
Libertador, Libertador!
Libertador, Libertador!

2007-05-19T04:11:00.000-03:00

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Lone Wolf and Cub is over

I just finished to read the last edition of Lone Wolf and Cub manga, released by Panini Comics. After more then two years together with Itto Ogami and his vendetta epic saga, I'm overwhelmed for reading the most amazing samurai history ever written.

I'm already imagined that this story would finish the way it did, but never in my mind I would have guessed that it would be so beautiful. Nowadays writers should learn one thing or two with Koike-san. I felt goosebumps every page I turned.

Right now I still have some tears in my eyes. From all the "last editions" ever read, I will never forget Lone Wolf #28.

2007-05-07T14:04:00.000-03:00

Meu time jogou pra caralho, fez golaço e foi bicampeão gaúcho. E eu tava lá assistindo dessa vez =)

Matar o São Paulo não parece ser um desafio impossível agora. Difícil, mas não impossível.

2007-04-27T23:34:00.000-03:00

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Good day, bad day, terrible day

The day began really nice. It was a cold and pleasant morning, I took one of my new long sleeve shirts and I fit myself pretty tidy. Melissa teased me saying that I was to handsome to go to the job.

Cold and pleasant morning. My duties today where really simple and it would take all day long to get done, so it would be a relaxing and easy Friday. I would be at home 6 pm easy easy. Lunch time with Carol in Bourbon was pretty nice too.

So, ten minutes before going home one of our team leaders showed up saying good bye. He was fired that afternoon, for a silly reason. I was not to close to him, but he is a nice guy and all (and sells me Cacau Show's chocolates). And he is a great professional. He one of the people that knows most of the application we develop there, and he is a good leader. I'm sure that he will get great opportunities since he is a competent developer, but we will mourn this loss. Surely all the work will be harder. I left work with a heavy atmosphere behind me.

In a snap of fingers the good day had become a bad day.

So I got Melissa at her job and we had a dinner outside. I was still tidy and she was beautiful, so we had a nice date. Well, not a so bad day after all.

And I got home, and my mom told me about a relative of mine who is seriously ill. Seriouly. And the bad day had become a terrible day.

I hope to dip my head in a bit of insanely-cool-chained-blade-action provided by God of War 2 and leave that behind for a few moments.

2007-04-21T17:22:00.000-03:00

Imortal tricolor!!

Eu e Froguito queremos ir assistir a final do gauchão. Se alguem mais quiser ir conosco, comenta e diz "Sim, eu vou!!!"

2007-04-18T19:56:00.000-03:00

Diário de Guerra
19h50, ainda no trabalho

Thiago:
bueno, vou pra casa.
to soh enrolando aqui na HP

Dorian:
ah tah
achei q tu tava em casa jah
X}

Thiago:
pq eh a hora e lugar do dia que tenho paz pra botar as coisas em dia
viu soh isso?
nao vou pra casa pq la nao tenho sossego =P

Dorian:
auheuheauea

Thiago:
to virando um paulista!!!

Dorian:
auehueahueahaeu
ô meu, dakí a poko tah falando assiim, meu...

Thiago:
pôoorra meu
haha
vou virar o Boça!

Dorian:
auheueahueaheauh XD

2007-04-16T23:33:00.000-03:00

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Going back in time

I felt some kind of nostalgia this weekend. Started like a Friday night of five years ago, when I got into someone else's home with a dozen of friends, lots of booze, fun games and laughing. And eventually, someone ends up snuggling.

As it was my old routine, we went to the Rua da Praia Shopping and Casa de Cultura Mario Quintana. I've met very few familiar people, and when I realized that the "new generation" of otakus that replaced us were a bunch of morons, I felt a bit sad.

As it was my old routine, we went to Canoas to Abel's home, play with G5. I was eager, EAGER to play G5 with those guys again. But we left the game early to visit Luisa back in Porto Alegre.

So, as it was my old routine, we spent Saturday night in someone else's home (and it didn't matter that it belonged to a stranger) with a dozen of friends, lots of booze, fun games and laughing. And eventually, someone ends up snuggling.

Even with all the fun playing Imagem e Ação and watching alpha's hair being dragged by the fan, I was pissed off by leaving the RPG game for behind.

(side note: I am still very, VERY pissed off, Abel)

Sunday morning, as it was usual in my old routine, we walked away for our homes. And the best part of it was going back to my current routine, and I spent the Sunday hugged on my sweetie =*

What I've learned from this weekend? The old times of #AnMg were good times, for sure. But those times will never come back. Ever.

So we have to make new and better memories. Like those in Guarda do Embaú and Formula Truck in Tarumã. I really feel that it is pretty easy, since I have never had so good and true friends as I have now.

2007-04-10T18:11:00.000-03:00

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"DO PODEEEEEEEEER" by Rocca Senior

I know that some of you became a bit disappointed because I leaved the forsake the RPG to watch the Formula Truck this weekend.

I hope that Jonathan Tweet forgive, but it was worth it =D

I could relate the long and exciting experience here, but Rocca Son did that already.

What I have to add to his history is that I also had a lot of fun watching the races, drinking booze and eating barbecue. Rocca Senior and his friends are as crazy as we are, proving that we will stay the same clowns when get older =)

2007-03-29T04:32:00.000-03:00

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So, it started again...

...the routine of being wake up until late at night (or until morning) to keep on tight with the studies. Right now the clock ticks 4:30 AM and I was designing a presentation and a spreadsheet with all the data that me and Pri collected to our Computer Network class.

And yes, I have to work after classes. Today, when I come back to home, I plan to sleep like a stone.

2007-03-24T18:09:00.000-03:00

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Gremlins are attacking!

So, in our last phone conversation my mom was complaining: "every time I leave our house, the things start to fall apart!"

And that is true. I think that all the gremlins from neighborhood just wait until she leaves home to start attacking. The casualties in three weeks:

+Ceiling fan from our kitchen
+Laundry machine
+My wireless mouse base
+ADSL router power source

Out of the electronics devices destruction, my gramma`s kitchen plate armoire have crumbled, and a few pots of honey has fallen over the floor. Me and my aunt cleaned it, but there has been a few bees running around our house...

2007-03-20T14:58:00.000-03:00

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"Fock you, motherfocker!!!"

My room needs more walls:

Melissa gave me this last Sunday. Tony Montana RULES =)

2007-03-15T18:12:00.000-03:00

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"I've got a hole in my pocket" - Yellow Submarine, the movie

This week, my pockets where full of butias.

Everyday, a handful of fruits dropped from them:
- My weekly working time has been reduced duo to the classes at UFRGS, so my paycheck got smaller as well.
- I have not been able to get a good night of sleep this whole week. When I think I can get to bed early, some immediate crisis pop out of nowhere to bother me.
- All that sentimental problems that some of you must know about.
- My house is a mess, and I can't get to clean it because I'm tired from working and studying.

2007-03-12T21:57:00.000-03:00

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So my request to watch the classes was accepted. Master's degree, here I come.

2007-02-26T16:17:00.000-03:00

Diário de Guerra
Saldo parcial das férias, direto do municipio de Videira, a capital da uva, do vinho e das violentissimas mortes por acidentes automobilisticos e assassinatos.

Em portugues, pra variar um pouco:

Bom, o carnaval na Guarda foi do PODEEEER!!!! Com a companhia ideal e o espirito de indiadas, nem o mau humor do Lorde Sunga acabava com nosso ânimo. Realmente fiquei com vontade de aprontar mais indiadas dessas e já andei sondando meus parentes sobre balneabilidade e condicoes turisticas de itapema e bombas para o próximo carnaval.

Quando sai da Guarda e parti pra Videira confesso que eu estava apreensivo. Faziam mais de três anos (talvez quatro) que eu não punha os pés por aqui. No inicio fiquei pouco a vontade vendo tudo que mudou no tempo que fiquei fora, e o que a distancia faz com o relacionamento com pessoas que são tão intimas de mim. Também da parte da minha familia, uma vez que nas ultimas vezes que estivemos juntos de verdade eu era uma criança e agora que eu sou uma pessoa diferente eles não sabiam como me tratar.

Mas nada que uns dias convivendo juntos não resolvesse. Me senti mais próximo dos meus primos do que nunca, sem o auto imposto estigma do "primo pobre" nas costas. E bastou rolar uns programas ao estilo Familia Francio para me entrosar de novo com meus tios: desmontar uma prateleira velha, carregar outra prateleira de 150kg no reboque de um fusquinha, montar e pintar a bagaça toda. Dei um talho de lasca de madeira na perna, mas se alguem nao sangrar durante o processo, não é um entretenimento Francio de verdade.

Mas como nem tudo são flores, o principal problema das férias eh que ficar tanto tempo sem ocupar o cérebro com trabalho é que acabo ficando muito introspectivo. Fiquei pensando mais tempo na minha vida, no meu futuro, nos meus objetivos. E desde o finzinho do feriado la na Guarda acabei ficando um pouco desanimado com os rumos que minha vida estão tomando e os rumos que ela deveria tomar.

Mas nada que não se resolva com algumas medidas preventivas, conversas sérias e lágrimas. E uma Kombi do PODER!

2007-02-15T00:43:00.000-03:00

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Rock and roll has found me again

(Forget the version from Guitar Hero. The original version of this song by Wolfmother kick asses, butts, arses and all the behinds in this world)

Wolfmother - Woman

Woman,
You know you,
Woman,
You gotta be,
Woman,
I've got to feeling alone,
When you're talking to me, see right through me,
I've got to feeling alone

She's a woman, you know what i mean,
You better listen, listen to me
She's gonna set you free oh oh yeah....

You've come looking for me, like i've got to set you free
You know i can't free nobody,
You've come looking for me, like i've got to set you free,
I can't be nobody.

She's a woman you know what i mean,
You better listen,listen to me,
She's gonna set you free oh oh yeah

Woman,
You know you,
Woman,
You gotta be,
Woman,
I've got to feeling alone,
When you're talking to me, you see right through me,
I've got to feeling alone

She's a woman, you know what i mean,
You better listen, listen to me
She's gonna set you free oh oh yeah

2007-01-30T17:49:00.000-03:00

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Where do I go from here?

I spent this last weekend with Melissa in São Francisco de Paula, the smallest tourist trap in RS mountain range. The town is really really small and relaxing, and the hotel where we stayed was right in front of São Bernardo Lake.

In one of our walks around the lake, we discussed about our dreams and goals to achieve in our lives. Apart of the conclusions we got from this talk, I started to think about how all the dreams I lived all my life stayed behind and turned into the current ones I have.

When I was a small kid I think I had the most current dreams all the straight kids had: I wanted to be a Formula 1 racer, or a fireman, or a airplane pilot. They don't count as real dreams because the answer to "What you wanna be when you grow up?" changes every week when you're 6 years old.

Drawing was the first real talent I developed by myself. I started using my Jiban and Jaspion action figures as models, then I copied drawings from my comic books. I was 8 years old, I think.

When I was 17, I went to SENAC to learn basic drawing, and imagined that someday me and Dorian could put together all the tales from our RPG games into a fanzine. But that was the most ambitious goal I wanted to get from drawing. Reality kicked me in the ass and I realized that I didn't want to pass through the hard path to be a professional comics draftsman. It was not crafted in my spirit.

So, I stopped drawing, and I think that has been 3 or 4 years since I don't made a serious draw. Sometimes the urge to draw a RPG character or something comes back, but the lack of time prevents me from doing it. And also, the embarrassment to bring a lousy sketch in the middle of all other neat draws such as the ones from Dorian and Shana. Better leave the illustration part of the game to the ones that are good at it.

I am a formed electronics technician, but since I cannot fix something more complex then a toaster, that profession is out of my checklist. When I was studying for the admission exams for UFRGS, me and my soon to be brother-in-law (and now ex-brother-in-law) decided not to become crazy Electronics Engineers as our teachers from Parobe. Computer Engineering looked to hard to get in (and to get out too). So, what was left this Computer Science stuff.

"Cooool, I will be a scientist like Gyro Gearloose", it would think my 6 years old self.

So I went through this Computer Science thing without really know what it was about. The first couple of years I didn't had a clue of how I would made money of it, because everything I was learning it was Pascal programming and Turing Machines.

But I was enjoying the time spent at university. I never had made so good friends as the ones there, and had never learned so interesting subjects before. Being in the university made me happy. Made me a better person. Thanks to Computer Science.

So, after some years, this was the dream that jumped in front of me and I decided to get with it. To me, to be a computer scientist it is not just something that I do, it is something that I am. And I plan to be a good one, for my own sake and personal realization.

I don't plan to be the best of the best, just damn good one. Because that is the dream that made me leave behind the dreams to be a professional draftsman or engineer. Or a Formula 1 champion.

2007-01-03T20:12:00.000-03:00

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Vacations are over, back to routine.

Waking up in the first day was painful, very painful. The alarm sound stabbed my brain, and I cried "No, no, no, its to short, not enough time to resting, and sleep, and reading..."

So I have been resolving production bugs for two days already. I have complained lots of times here in my blog about this f*cking production bugs, and I will not repeat myself.

I want another vacation.... -_-'

2006-12-30T20:10:00.000-03:00

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My new favorite toy

That`s Van (short for Van Halen) my new notebook PC =D

Van is a HP Pavilion DV 2025, and it is a quite powerful PC, since it can run 3D games better them my desktop PC. It have a AMD Turion X2 1.6GHz processor, a 100GB hard disk, 1024Mb DDR2 RAM, and a GeForce Go 6150 256Mb video card. But what I like most is his 14" wide screen, making Van a small note with a relative large screen.

A peculiar trait of the recently acquired notebooks is that they don't come with the usual set of disks with O.S. and drivers, but with a restore partition. With a few clicks in the system boot, I can return his software to the same state it came from factory in a couple of minutes. It is almost the paradise from the maintenance point of view. Almost.

Why? My dad bought the same model as me, and since he does not understand a word in english, I remade the system installation with a portuguese WinXP. And took almost the same time to remove all the junk and useless features that came with the factory install in my own notebook.

Unfortunately, because of all the holidays and family stuff I had to do the last days, I still couldn't spend much time with Van yet...

2006-12-24T19:59:00.000-03:00

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Quote of the week

When me and Dorian were at Abel's Aid Party last saturday, some people tryed to get us to dance funk music:

"No, I will not dance this crap for religious reasons: if a headbanger ever dances funk, he will not be alowed to go to Valhalla when he dies."

Merry Xmas everyone.

2006-12-14T11:25:00.000-03:00

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Still in Sampa. I wanna go back home.

Google is taking over the world, and everyone knows it. Now they conquered blogger too, and that is a nice change for me: my blogger account was the last reminder of my old nickname/username "evilkakaroto". That is from a great time in my life, but that is so behind me that have no meaning in my life anymore. So everyone be welcome to the new chapters of the life of "tsalvador".

I'm coming back to Poa soon. The work this week was tough...

I think that I will be singing when I finally check in at Congonhas: "Deu pra ti, baixo astral..."

2006-12-02T23:42:00.000-03:00

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Ogro is the Tourist Guy

Today I woke up early to take a tour at Sampa. I had previous info about the best places to go with my friends, and got some directions from my coworkers and Saturday morning I was taking the subway at Trianon Station in Sampa.

The subway is really neat. The rail spreads through the city, and the train is really fast. Santa Ifigenia St. is not very close to the hotel I am hosted, but with the subway I managed to get there in less then 15 minutes (the time to wait for the trains included)!

So, Sta Ifigenia is a nice place for a nerd to take a walk. But I feel bit disappointed 'cause many of the prices of the stuff I was looking for is the same (or cheaper!) in Porto Alegre. But it was not a total loss: I found this baby over there, and it was love at first sight!! I will do some math and find out if it is worth his price and (most important) I can pay for it.

At 11:30am I leaved Sta Ifigenia and ran to the train again. When I arrived at Liberdade Station and put a foot in the street, the smell of fried shrimps punched me in the nose: I was in the right place!

I was warned that most of the shops usually close at 2pm, and I had little time to get to know it. For my luck, thanks to Christmas, the shops are working normally Saturdays and Sundays in December, so I could visit all the shops I wanted =D

I lunched sushi and sashimi in Sogo shopping, and discovered that sashimi it is not tasty as I remembered from my previous experience. As all the other restaurants I've been in Sampa, it was expensive as its weight in gold. But that's not something I worry cause all my food expenses are being handled by the company.

(side note: that is my sweetest dream being realized. I can eat some of the best food available over here by free. That's also is a bitter nightmare. I'm too chubby already without eating Italian food, muqueca, barbecue and junk food.)

I got plenty of pictures... mostly from inside the shops, 'cause I feared to take the camera out in the street. So I took many (MANY) pictures of action figures! It is sad that this addiction of mine is so expensive... and most sad is I had to break many of my consuming impulsions if I wanted to spend some money in D&D Miniatures...

In the end of this marathon, I drank 3 cups os juice in Habib's. Yes, there is a Habib's in Liberdade. Middle orient is "orient" after all...

So, my Saturday tour really satisfied me. I still dont know my destiny in Sampa in this week, but I feel confident to take the train and visit some other nice places over here =D

2006-11-27T22:16:00.000-03:00

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First post from Sao Paulo

Right now, Im writing from my hotel room in SP. Everything here is expensive, R$15 for 6 hours of internet, R$30 for lunch/dinner.

But starting from beginning, today at 5 a.m. my pops gave me a ride to the airport. I was calm, even after reading all news in Veja magazine about flying controler's crisis, blank spots in the radars, deprecated equipment for flying trafic monitoring, etc etc. It is funny, all my parent's obvious lecture about "dont talk to stranger in SP! be careful of your shadow! hide your money/cel/camera/baggage" did not bother me a bit, 'cause I knew that this would relief THEM from the preoccupation of their baby's first business trip for SP.

So, the fly itself sucked. The space in a plane is so small for me, it is almost claustrophobic. In the end of the trip my ass was numb and my legs really needed to be stretched. But watching SP from the sky was awesome indeed. When you see Poa, you can see the city ending before the horizon, and SP goes on far from it, it is really HUGE! When we where waiting for landing clearance, I saw another plane passing below us, even from far away, it was impressive vision too.

All normal in the cab, from the ground Sao Paulo did not looked so different from Poa at all. Except for the band of motoboys running around the streets, so many, soooo many. I checked in at the hotel, and the flat I'm staying is awesome, but I could not rest right away: work called me.

The people over there are nice, and the fact that I didn't even knew exactly what I had to do (and I don't know yet), my coworker Simone briefed me in all about the project.

My client is a great tv station from Brazil, and its name is a anagram of BLOGO. The system modules I'm working right now manages all the merchandising and commercial spaces in the network. It is fun to get to know all the business logical about something I watched my whole life. They have some techniques to put the right commercial in the right time and duration to make you watch then all - but now I'm learning all their little dirty secrets =D

Well, it is getting late and I have to wake up early tomorrow. I post again when I have courage to spend another 15 bucks for 6 hours of internet... -_-