Embarassing Situation
Well, as i told to Rafael today, I guess I usually erase embarassing situations from my mind. The only one that I remember right now happened in my technical course graduation.When we were being called, one by one, to receive our diplomas, and my family was waiting to hear my name to make that mess we usually see in graduations, they suddenly jumped my name and called the next guy after me. I remember that I had already started to stand up and, at this moment, I sat back like a deflating balloon, and in the depth of my mind I could hear a sound, similar to that made in Mortal Kombat when somebody takes an uppercut, something like a choir saying "oooooowwwww"!
Then I started to scream "hey, you forgot me"(missed would be a better word?). They couldn't hear me because of the music and the crowd yelling, but some classmates started to do the same as I, and finally the person who was calling us apologised and called me.
Boring Film
I told this to Rafael too, when we were doing that exercise of interviewing each other. The last time I went to the cinema was very boring, not exactly because the film was boring, but my friends were late and we decided to watch another movie instead of waiting for the next session or leaving. So the chosen one (by majority vote, against my will) was "The Resident"(A Inquilina), that has a quarter (or less) of the action that "Transformers 3" has.Interesting Whatever
It's funny how I seem to have a good memory for things from my childhood and sometimes I can't remember what I was just going to do!I remember that, in the second or third grade, the teacher obligated us to choose some book on the school library, a different one for each one of us, and to make a report telling about it's story. Somebody took the book I wanted, so I had to take another one, and I chose one by its cover, that had an interesting picture: two overlapping shadows of a seagull flying. It was a book translated into portuguese as "Fernão Capelo Gaivota", and tells a story of a seagull that, despite of its(could I say "his"?) group, loves to fly and spends its time learning more and more stunts, overcoming its own limits, but being misunderstood by its group.
For a long time I tried to remember the name of this book, because I have never finished it (I stopped on the second part, see the link I've sent), and recently I have found it's cover on google and discovered that, years ago, they even made a movie from the book (thanks internet).
The book tells about pursuing your dreams and doing what you think is right, no mater what other people say. And I recommend it to you.
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