Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Back to work
That's right— been workin' my head off lately just tryn' to keep up with the homework. And then I got my stories to work on, so that left barely any time to get on here.

Speakin' of the stories, I got an Oliveira in another story of mine already, so I'm changin' the last name of Ty from "Super Spy High" to Avila. (Another Portuguese name, still works.) Also got an idea for a title for the other one— "Fantasma Cidade." Portuguese for "Ghost Town," for y'all not-Brazilian soldiers. Other than that, same junk listed down there. Anyway, I better go visit your sites for now. DISMISSED!
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Friday, October 13, 2006

So much work to do… so little time.
Well, have to tell y'all I probly won't be here this weekend. Parents goin' to an evenin' weddin' tomorrow, but I'll be out-of-town at my aunt's overnight. I'll be stuck with my little cousins (a 7-year-old girl and boy-girl twin babies), and they don't got a good net reception last time I checked. I still need help with my stories (that is, tell me which one you wanna hear about and give me a name for the first one.) Here's the briefins, one at a time:
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Over 250 million "Casa dos Sonhos" lottery tickets were sold, but only three people would win. What was up for grabs wasn't cash, however, but a pricy mansion in sunny Rio de Janeiro. People in the Angola, Brazil, Cape Verde, East Timor, Guinea-Bissau, Mozambique, Portugal, São Tomé and Príncipe, and the United States were all praying for this season's dream house. When the final numbers were drawn, three 17-year-olds were ecstatic when their tickets' numbers were announced as the winners. The winners' names were Vicente Cavalcante, Adriano Baricelli, and Tânia Nakamúra, and they packed their things and jumped on the planes for Rio immediately.

Everything seems fine until weird things begin to happen at night. The oscillating clock on the end table in one of the kids' rooms suddenly begins to spin rapidly and stops just as fast. Blank stares are exchanged (as in the eyes are completely white.) Candles go out without being blown out. Mist enshrouds the house and areas on the outskirts of the city at night. Bulges appear in the walls— in the form of faces!— and wind screams on rainy nights. Apparently, nobody knew that the house is haunted by evil spirits— or the entire big city, for that matter! These spectres seek revenge, causing bad luck and trouble everywhere they go. The kids'll have to stop them— but first, let's meet our main characters:

Vicente Cavalcante— A Portuguese-American writer from Boston who never believed in any legends other than "Legends of the Hidden Temple." He speaks Brazilian Portuguese fluently and stays cool and laid back unless the goin' gets tough. Vicente gets on Adriano's nerves a whole lot of the time, but havin' Tânia there to break things up might be good after all.

Adriano Baricelli— An Italian-Brazilian sports fanatic from Belo Horizonte who is also tryin' to invent a new martial arts style. He frustrates easily, which may be his biggest flaw— his aggressive, impulsive personality rushes him into really bad situations (or just another fight with Vicente.) If he don't make it to a World Cup-winning soccer team someday, he at least wants to create the best martial art since Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.

Tânia Nakamúra— A Japanese-Brazilian glamour gal from bustlin' São Paulo who can't keep a hairstyle for more than three months before she thinks it's gettin' old. There's no limit to how many reais she'd spend in one sitting (unless she winds up bankrupt, of course.) Tânia is also the superstitious member of the group and collects tribal masks, thinkin' they would keep evil spirits away. She has a major flaw, however— one pretty face can knock her for a loop, makin' her completely forget what she was talkin' about only a second ago.
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--SUPER SPY HIGH--

As it's name suggests, it's about students at a boarding school in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean in trainin' to become secret agents. Main characters still in development, but I've already made up a few good ones.

Punk-rocker-in-trainin' Samantha Anderson from Dublin and her L.A.-born roommate Ayesha Ali, gamblin' gal Reina Barreira from Boston, aspirin' writer Sohini Sen from Vancouver, agressive L.A.-native Kristian "Kris" Bennett, glamour girls and roommates Staci Alvarez from Orange County and Michelle "Mich" Blum from London. But by far the most complex is Tyson "Ty" Avila.

Ty is from Kill Devil Hills, NC and is very close to his dad William Avila. On the last day before leaving for Super Spy High, Ty's dad gave him the black down vest that used to belong to him. Now when he wears it, Ty shows a different side of his personality: the tough, southern military side he calls "the Sarge." (Yeah, I based him off me. Surprise, surprise.)
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Well, I better work on the Pokémon story my cousin likes to read about. (I've made it exclusively for her, but if enouf of you guys are interested I'll give y'all the briefin' on that one too.) Until next time, this is the Sarge relievin' ya.
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Thursday, October 12, 2006

Well… headache's gone now.
That's right! I'm back and better than ever! That and I had a dentist's appointment after school (yep, drill sergeant v. master of the drill), almost got in a fight with some adult in the streets, and set a speed record for running into 3 wrong turns in the city. lol Anyway, I still got a little homework, better do that and I'll be back later. So, this is the Sarge releivin' ya— for now. DISMISSED!
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Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Ughh…
Well, I still got a headache though I ain't gonna throw up no more. Still can't think of a name for my story, but I gots another idea you might like instead. But here's the nameless one first:
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Over 250 million "Casa dos Sonhos" lottery tickets were sold, but only three people would win. What was up for grabs wasn't cash, however, but a pricy mansion in sunny Rio de Janeiro. People in the Angola, Brazil, Cape Verde, East Timor, Guinea-Bissau, Mozambique, Portugal, São Tomé and Príncipe, and the United States were all praying for this season's dream house. When the final numbers were drawn, three 17-year-olds were ecstatic when their tickets' numbers were announced as the winners. The winners' names were Vicente Cavalcante, Adriano Baricelli, and Tânia Nakamúra, and they packed their things and jumped on the planes for Rio immediately.

Everything seems fine until weird things begin to happen at night. The oscillating clock on the end table in one of the kids' rooms suddenly begins to spin rapidly and stops just as fast. Blank stares are exchanged (as in the eyes are completely white.) Candles go out without being blown out. Mist enshrouds the house and areas on the outskirts of the city at night. Bulges appear in the walls— in the form of faces!— and wind screams on rainy nights. Apparently, nobody knew that the house is haunted by evil spirits— or the entire big city, for that matter! These spectres seek revenge, causing bad luck and trouble everywhere they go. The kids'll have to stop them— but first, let's meet our main characters:

Vicente Cavalcante— A Portuguese-American writer from Boston who never believed in any legends other than "Legends of the Hidden Temple." He speaks Brazilian Portuguese fluently and stays cool and laid back unless the goin' gets tough. Vicente gets on Adriano's nerves a whole lot of the time, but havin' Tânia there to break things up might be good after all.

Adriano Baricelli— An Italian-Brazilian sports fanatic from Belo Horizonte who is also tryin' to invent a new martial arts style. He frustrates easily, which may be his biggest flaw— his aggressive, impulsive personality rushes him into really bad situations (or just another fight with Vicente.) If he don't make it to a World Cup-winning soccer team someday, he at least wants to create the best martial art since Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.

Tânia Nakamúra— A Japanese-Brazilian glamour gal from bustlin' São Paulo who can't keep a hairstyle for more than three months before she thinks it's gettin' old. There's no limit to how many reais she'd spend in one sitting (unless she winds up bankrupt, of course.) Tânia is also the superstitious member of the group and collects tribal masks, thinkin' they would keep evil spirits away. She has a major flaw, however— one pretty face can knock her for a loop, makin' her completely forget what she was talkin' about only a second ago.
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And now I got "Super Spy High." As it's name suggests, it's about students at a boarding school in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean in trainin' to become secret agents. Main characters still in development, but I've already made up a few good ones.

Punk-rocker-in-trainin' Samantha Anderson from Dublin and her L.A.-born roommate Ayesha Ali, gamblin' gal Reina Barreira from Boston, aspirin' writer Sohini Sen from Vancouver, agressive L.A.-native Kristian "Kris" Bennett, glamour girls and roommates Staci Alvarez from Orange County and Michelle "Mich" Blum from London. But by far the most complex is Tyson "Ty" Oliveira.

Ty is from Kill Devil Hills, NC and is very close to his dad William Oliveria. On the last day before leaving for Super Spy High, Ty's dad gave him the black down vest that used to belong to him. Now when he wears it, Ty shows a different side of his personality: the tough, southern military side he calls "the Sarge." (Yeah, I based him off me. Surprise, surprise.)
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Y'all just make up your mind about what you'd rather hear more about. In the meantime, I'd better go visit the other sites now. DISMISSED!
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Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Ughh… feelin' sick…
Dunno what's up with me, my eye hurts when I look out the corner, I get a headache when I try to stand up after lyin' down, and it feels like someone's playin' catch in my stomach. Ughh… and the school nurse wouldn't send me home early either.

In other news, I'm still workin' on the story but I still haven't gotten a title. (You want the briefin', keep pagin' down.) I'll take any suggestion at this stage— as long as it's based loosely around the story. So, I better go lie down now. DISMISSED.
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Thursday, October 5, 2006

Field trip tomorrow
That's right— no classes for all of four days. Tomorrow we're goin' canoein' on a lake to get away from the school. And too bad the freshmen have to come too. There's more freshmen than sophmores this year, I just know it. The teachers divided us into groups of three, and ain't no sophmore that wasn't paired up with at least one freshman. (I think.) I got stuck with two… but on the other hand, that makes me the commandin' officer. No one to rebel against me. I love power.

Anyway, still need help with getting a title for my new story. I better remind y'all of the plot, so here you go:
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Over 250 million "Casa dos Sonhos" lottery tickets were sold, but only three people would win. What was up for grabs wasn't cash, however, but a pricy mansion in sunny Rio de Janeiro. People in the Angola, Brazil, Cape Verde, East Timor, Guinea-Bissau, Mozambique, Portugal, São Tomé and Príncipe, and the United States were all praying for this season's dream house. When the final numbers were drawn, three 17-year-olds were ecstatic when their tickets' numbers were announced as the winners. The winners' names were Vicente Cavalcante, Adriano Baricelli, and Tânia Nakamúra, and they packed their things and jumped on the planes for Rio immediately.

Everything seems fine until weird things begin to happen at night. The oscillating clock on the end table in one of the kids' rooms suddenly begins to spin rapidly and stops just as fast. Blank stares are exchanged (as in the eyes are completely white.) Candles go out without being blown out. Mist enshrouds the house and areas on the outskirts of the city at night. Bulges appear in the walls— in the form of faces!— and wind screams on rainy nights. Apparently, nobody knew that the house is haunted by evil spirits— or the entire big city, for that matter! These spectres seek revenge, causing bad luck and trouble everywhere they go. The kids'll have to stop them— but first, let's meet our main characters:

Vicente Cavalcante— A Portuguese-American writer from Boston who never believed in any legends other than "Legends of the Hidden Temple." He speaks Brazilian Portuguese fluently and stays cool and laid back unless the goin' gets tough. Vicente gets on Adriano's nerves a whole lot of the time, but havin' Tânia there to break things up might be good after all.

Adriano Baricelli— An Italian-Brazilian sports fanatic from Belo Horizonte who is also tryin' to invent a new martial arts style. He frustrates easily, which may be his biggest flaw— his aggressive, impulsive personality rushes him into really bad situations (or just another fight with Vicente.) If he don't make it to a World Cup-winning soccer team someday, he at least wants to create the best martial art since Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.

Tânia Nakamúra— A Japanese-Brazilian glamour gal from bustlin' São Paulo who can't keep a hairstyle for more than three months before she thinks it's gettin' old. There's no limit to how many reais she'd spend in one sitting (unless she winds up bankrupt, of course.) Tânia is also the superstitious member of the group and collects tribal masks, thinkin' they would keep evil spirits away. She has a major flaw, however— one pretty face can knock her for a loop, makin' her completely forget what she was talkin' about only a second ago.
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Anythin' yet? I really need a title, give me whatever ya got that you think might fit. But for now, I'd better get goin'. DISMISSED!
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Tuesday, October 3, 2006

Still lookin' for a title…
What do y'all got for my new manga? It needs a name— still! See yesterday's post for the briefin'. Just need help with the title— anything English or Portuguese based loosely around the story will work. I gots all the details worked out, it just needs a name. So, until next time this is the Sarge relievin' you.
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Monday, October 2, 2006

Improvin' the new story
Remember the story I was tellin' you about only what, one or two weeks ago? I gots an improved basic outline and character bios now, but I still need a title. I bet this'll be enouf for you to help me.
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Over 250 million "Casa dos Sonhos" lottery tickets were sold, but only three people would win. What was up for grabs wasn't cash, however, but a pricy mansion in sunny Rio de Janeiro. People in the Angola, Brazil, Cape Verde, East Timor, Guinea-Bissau, Mozambique, Portugal, São Tomé and Príncipe, and the United States were all praying for this season's dream house. When the final numbers were drawn, three 17-year-olds were ecstatic when their tickets' numbers were announced as the winners. The winners' names were Vicente Cavalcante, Adriano Baricelli, and Tânia Nakamúra, and they packed their things and jumped on the planes for Rio immediately.

Everything seems fine until weird things begin to happen at night. The oscillating clock on the end table in one of the kids' rooms suddenly begins to spin rapidly and stops just as fast. Blank stares are exchanged (as in the eyes are completely white.) Candles go out without being blown out. Mist enshrouds the house and areas on the outskirts of the city at night. Bulges appear in the walls— in the form of faces!— and wind screams on rainy nights. Apparently, nobody knew that the house is haunted by evil spirits— or the entire big city, for that matter! These spectres seek revenge, causing bad luck and trouble everywhere they go. The kids'll have to stop them— but first, let's meet our main characters:

Vicente Cavalcante— A Portuguese-American writer from Boston who never believed in any legends other than "Legends of the Hidden Temple." He speaks Brazilian Portuguese fluently and stays cool and laid back unless the goin' gets tough. Vicente gets on Adriano's nerves a whole lot of the time, but havin' Tânia there to break things up might be good after all.

Adriano Baricelli— An Italian-Brazilian sports fanatic from Belo Horizonte who is also tryin' to invent a new martial arts style. He frustrates easily, which may be his biggest flaw— his aggressive, impulsive personality rushes him into really bad situations (or just another fight with Vicente.) If he don't make it to a World Cup-winning soccer team someday, he at least wants to create the best martial art since Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.

Tânia Nakamúra— A Japanese-Brazilian glamour gal from bustlin' São Paulo who can't keep a hairstyle for more than three months before she thinks it's gettin' old. There's no limit to how many reais she'd spend in one sitting (unless she winds up bankrupt, of course.) Tânia is also the superstitious member of the group and collects tribal masks, thinkin' they would keep evil spirits away. She has a major flaw, however— one pretty face can knock her for a loop, makin' her completely forget what she was talkin' about only a second ago.
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So, what d'yall got to offer me? It needs a name— you got one, make a suggestion, and I'll see if I like it. But for now, this is the Sarge relievin' you. DISMISSED!
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Saturday, September 30, 2006

Bored here…
Yeah, nothin' to do here, so I thought I'd go and
mess around with the marquee tool today.
Duelist Army ain't coming along too fast,
ideas for my new manga ain't coming to smoothly neither,
and the birthday party wasn't too exitin'.
Club pics nowhere near done, and I think
I'd better go visitin' other people's sites now.
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Friday, September 29, 2006

100 hits! At last!
Can't beleive it took three-and-somethin' months just to get this far. I ain't been on that much over the summer, have I? Don't matter, I'm sure I'll get to another big number quicker now.

Anyway, what's up wit y'all tonight? Dad's birthday tomorrow over here, and not like it's gonna be nothin' special. Just tell me what up with you guys, I got a urge to talk tonight. (About anythin' you can throw at me— make it a week-long chat about cheese. I don't care— as long as it ain't too girly.) Anyway, I better get goin' to visit other people's sites now. DISMISSED!
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