"I don't" He said, while waving his head in a boastful way

"Yes! you do!" she said while looking sardonically

"You're just whining as always" he said, rolling his eyes in that arrogant way of his

"Oh, c'ommon YOU can't say anything about whining, and don't change the subject, admit you are always telling people what to do" she said, trying to convince him into a discussion that was lost form the very start

"I don't, I just advice people, and by the way I don't whine, I just question things. And if you are not clever enough to tell the difference, then that's your problem" He said, continuing with that fake pride that characterized him so much.

"No, no you don't, you're always complaining about everything, and again, don't change the subject. You a fascist authoritarian who's not willing to accept it" she said, starting to use the big words

"Well, I do tell people what to do sometimes, but it is either because they're doing it wrong or are too stupid to tell what they're doing" he said, with his judging eyes.

"Let me remind you you haven't always done the bestEST decisions mister" she said, giving that sight of say-one-more-word-and-I-bring-THAT-up.

"Well, excuse me for being human" he said, embarrassed, yet trying to hold that not-so-glamorous look of pride.

"Just admit it" she said, half proud of winning the argument, half tired of having to have it for the ninth time that week

"Ok, I am a little controlling at times, but it is only because people don't do things right, and that's my OCD trying to make everything better, sorry I can't help it I was born that way, so are you done flaming my birth deficiencies?" He said, playing the dirty I-was-born-this-way card, knowing that it was not really an argument, but it could not be discussed.

"Urg..." she ended, knowing the argument would end up something like that, him twisting everything, them changing subject.



[I get high like submarines and fly like walruses]
By I'm the penguin

It is time, time to do it, time to stand up and go all for it. Why would we wait when we don't have weapons? Why to procrastinate when we have nothing to loose? Why to let this static instance be lost when we are like this, hopeless and faithless. It is the right moment to rise, to emerge from the fog constituted by our self destructiveness, it is the precise time to build ideas, for all that's left is wasteland. It is time.

To rise and yell, to stand up and fight, for we have nothing to loose, we have no sword to fight with, no shield to survive, and no hopes of winning. It is in times like these where nations are built, where empires emerge from the past reign. But today our friends, we don't fight for justice to the hopeless, or aid to the helpless, today we fight because we have nothing, and nothing will we leave.


By I'm the penguin
[create crap of great magnificence]

If I were a wish. I…
No wait…
Its not that easy, since the answer is definitely not what you wish.
So, I think I would be something like, “I wish I could feel.”
This sounds weird coming from me, in a certain way it does, in a certain way it doesn’t.
So, now, let me explain.
You’re always saying I’m not observant… and in a way you’re right. But I’ve said a couple of times that observing is not only eyes/ears/etc --> thoughts.
There are some kind of things that are not “thought” (maybe they are, but not in the classical meaning of thinking)
I consider myself sensible towards things I can only feel, in a different way, my memories, I think, are very different from the rest of the people.
I’m not sure of calling it names, or describing it. But it is something that I can relate to lots of aspects in my life. And the reason perhaps why I don’t remember facts that I can tell, or explain.

But I’m sure you had noticed that.
So, at least, if you didn’t, know you can’t blame me from having a different process that you…

[ Mrs. K i t e ]

Why would we wait when we don’t have weapons.
[yeah, W’s sound cool… .. lolz… maybe it maweks no swence.. but write about that past line]

1. Thinking the only way to start over was definitely beginning from zero.
2. Believing things could happen, even thought I knew they didn't.
3. Sitting in a bus for 3 hours, seeing at the exact same spot.
4. Realizing friends can actually be useful.
5. Realizing friends are not tools.
6. Knowing I'm not real.
7. Thinking I exist.
8. Trying to feel.
9. Notice stuff.
10. Retreat stuff.
11. Finding the owls.
12. Founding the fields.
13. Thoughts of revolution.
14. Deep feelings of independence.
15. Thinking of it all, but then again nothing concrete.
16. Realizing stuff building up in the mind could backfire and explode.
17. The day Burger King hosted not only escaped children, but mothers too.
18. Having to listen to everyone's opinion about the stuff and not be able to do anything.
19. Finding the house of nerds, owls, walruses, and kites... just to see it crumble down later.


By I'm the penguin
[If we were a wish, which wish would we be? why?... change does WEs for YOUs...(it just sounded better with all the Ws)]

Antarctic masks


"Peter is a teenager who is often portrayed in ways far too different changing from person to person, even opposite personalities. Taking this to his advantage, he dedicates this skills to deceive and confuse others for his own amusement. But all this changes when he falls in love with his friend John, causing a great amount of disorientation in his identity and being. So he dives into an intense journey to find beauty, meaning and himself; going through unreal and perfect fantasies , decadent nightmares, traveling through time and space. All, to find his way into the answer :who is the person behind the mask of Peter Penguin?"

"Great script, weird soundtrack choice"The newyorker

"A must see of today's society reflections" Times magazine

"A dramatic comedy, a hilarious tragedy"The New York Times



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In case you wondered:

Opening Credits: All my loving- Beatles
Waking Up: Angel- Apocalyptica
First Day At School: Bittersweet symphony-The verve
Falling In Love: I’m the Walrus - The beatles
Fight Song: Why shouldn’t I have let you in-Tom milmson
Breaking Up: Black bird-The Beatles
Prom: Violet hill- cold play
Mental Breakdown: We made a film-Tom Milmson
Driving: Because-beatles
Flashback: Bohemian Raphsody
Wedding: MY friend John
Final Battle: Chelsea dagger
Death Scene: Why don’t we do it in the road?
Funeral Song: Read my mind
End Credit: All you need is love

[This is just one of the many lives I have, remember I'm just one of the many people behind the penguin's mask]
By I'm the penguin
[Let an outdated version of who/what you used to be narrate the beginning of THE fields]

The field of physics and chemistry is a fascinating one, the explanation of how complex the light is and the simplicity of carbon becoming a diamond, but sometimes we feel that this knowledge is only reserved for those who study for years and dedicate their lives to it. But these same people that hold this knowledge want people like you and me to be able to reach this understanding, and how do they accomplish this? That's exactly why we have Peter Panwhen, to tell us all about it.

E.How are you Peter? We're glad you could give us this interview

P.P Sure Jessica, whatever gets the people to read some more about C and Au, and less about the las golden and diamond necklace Scarlett Johansen used for the academy awards.

E. Well, we'll let that judgement for the reader, and of course the PEOPLE magazine...So tell me, what exactly is that you do?

P.P It could be difficult to explain but to let things more simple, I'm a glorified advertiser. Here at the ISS (international science station) we do a lot of stuff that are of great importance for the whole world, but people never really know what's going on here, unless there is an explosion or something, which doesn't happen often. (he laughed) And what I do is to facilitate the most relevant information for the media in general, in part of a plan called "Truly universal science".

E.But don't you miss your work at the labs?

P.P Well, my job doesn't stop just at translating science geek into english, I still have to work at the lab and be on time every morning, I just have the special commission to deliver the information to the world

E. But you also design campaigns and plans to get to every school and town there is, I bet we all have seen at least one of your ads "bored? learn how to build an explosive volcanoe for the next science fair!"

P.P (he laughed)Well, what we want is to get o everyone you know? Because we have all this information that could ereally improve everyone's lifestyle, but people are just not interested, or even adraid they won't understand, so we want them to know it's not all rocket sience.

E.Well thanks a lot for this quick interview, we'll be waiting to see more from you

P.P thanks

And next we have a...



[sry, zikaos is pretty time consuming]
By I'm the penguin
[reveal to our lovely readers your secret]

"I didn't knew you were so into Sade..." you say as you look trough my stuff

"Well, isn't it a tad obvious honey?" I laugh, sharing that accomplice look we have at times "No, really, I just started reading it a while ago and bought some more" I said, going back to my work.

"I see" you say, putting "Trip to Italy" back on the shelf

"Isn't a little creepy you're looking trough my stuff with me in front of you?" I asked from the screen of the laptop

"You can't that's-creepy me, not after the way we met" you say, looking at the pictures

"Thanks for reminding me so..." I say, feeling a little embarrassed, and kinky, but mostly embarrassed.

"Oh! What's this!" you say, taking a photo album, one of those old ones which used to be in book form. You open it while I stand up running to get it from you

"Hey! that's personal!" I yell, while trying to take it from you, but of course you're faster and take it to the living room to check it out.

As I go to the living room, knowing perfectly that you have gone half way trough it I sit on the sofa and try to at least explain something

"So, is this your teenage album or something?" You ask, melting and laughing at my younger self.

"Yes it is" I say, trying to find answers for the upcoming questions, for I know you always have upcoming questions.

"Who's this girl? It sure appears a lot" You say, pointing at a 18-year old curled-hair girl smiling besides me 10 years ago

"She's Neena, Neena Kite" I said, remembering the exact moment that picture was taken, how much we laughed when we graduated

"So was she what? like your best friend or something?" You ask, looking at the over 20 pictures of her through the album

"Yes, something like that" I say, in that mysterious-wanna-be voice of mine which you notice at the second

"Don't go all I-don't-care-about-my-past on me pal, there's enough pictures here to fill a stalker board" You say, glaring me. "So what's her story?"

"What do you mean what's her story?" I ask innocently, false innocence.

"Peter, you have an story for people you don't even talk to, you live to observe, you must have something big here" You say, all interested. I guess our passion for stories and profiles and observing has made us stay together all this time.

"Well, we were together since junior high. We were really good friends, beyond that yearbook crap of "I'll remember you forever" and six months later you don't even recognize them in the street kind of friend, I mean the one that stays all night with a drunk you in her backyard while you puke and cry kind of friend. Besides an innate artist and a big dork, she was a genius." I say, leaving some kind of cliff hanger while I drink all the water in that large glass

"By the time we were seniors she had gone to the nationals of both chemistry and biology contests, had won a trip to Romania from some designing thing and so on. But despite all that, she had time for the common friend gatherings and common stuff, although there was nothing common about our high school, it was more like jail." I say, taking a pause to think what will I tell you next, seeing how you know that that is no the important part

"Now, I know how important you think knowing the date history is, so I'll mention that trough her years she beat that fear of Schrodinger's cat, at lest at a level where she was functional. Things kind of worked kind of didn't with some other child-prodigy in school, and I believe she never told me the whole story, you see there was this party that I didn't attended to, but she and him did, and well that and the fact there was a lot of booze was all I knew." I say taking another pause to remember what went on later

"Overall in the dating universe she was not a huge success, but she had her stories. There was this med student that went on for over a year or something, but again, nothing was very concrete, as it is always with her." I went on

"Oh, something important! You know how I had my mentor trough college, Mr. Warren, such a great teacher, person and scientist. If it weren't for him I wouldn't be here... Well, the point is that she had one of her own too, well many to be honest, she had this huge ability to make teachers in general love her. The point is that in senior year she had this doctor who taught her semester 1-5 of Med school before she made any applications. I believe it was a great amount of help, I mean, he even got her on a heart surgery on her first year of med school" I said, remembering how she went on for months talking about it, even thought she had done nothing.

"So, she's your doctor friend, that which sends you a card every Christmas?" You asked, trying to complete the story by yourself, unluckily for you, we're not speaking of the same person.

"Nope, but just explain me how you know I receive a card from a doctor every Christmas?" I asked, quiet intrigued, for we have known each other for less than a year

"You're not the only stalker in this room, love" you said, knowing how much I hate to be named like that

"Well, going on with her story. When she entered med school she knew possibly more than some teachers and was more prepared that most interns. But yet she worked her butt off, always keeping that hint of arrogance and loads of dorkishness that made her so her." I go on, then I laugh, remembering a quick story of hers. "I clearly remember the first time she told me she had to call time of death for her first patient, of course I wasn't there, but yet it was hilarious. The thing is that she didn't carry a watch that day for some reason, so she asked the time, and no one answered her, but the guy who she was calling the time, apparently he was still alive. When we met that day, she still had a terrified expression on her look" I say part talking, part laughing as I remember that day

"Ok, I'll cut to the chase, so far you've told her story and all, but what about now, did she died or something, how come in eight months I haven't met her?" you asked, more intrigued than interested

"Well, that's because we leave in Toronto honey, we don't have time to go visit her all the way to Boston every time we like" I say, kind of regretting having told you so

"So that's why you go to Boston every few weeks?! And here I was, believing you had a very bad heart condition and hoping you'd come with good news twice a month!" you say, more epyphanised than angry. I knew your anger couldn't last long with you feeling like knowing something new

"Hey, on my defense, she IS a heart surgeon" I say, trying to excuse myself for my sudden escapades.



By I'm the penguin
[a story featuring what you think is my "little-notsodirty-secret"]

List of ten reasons why, by Brandon Wallace and the penguin

1.Because the Sun will hit your eyes with a brand new shine, and a brand new headache

2.Because you would never miss work, not even in deathly sickness. (You see, there are walruses, penguins and cats you would like to see every day)

3.Because despite you think you have lost hope, you think it is still possible. To actually see AD kick out the Pains.

4.Because you couldn't miss the taste of a morning, the coffee in the air and the stress in your guts.

5.Because otherwise, you wouldn't get your daily doses of joy, and GG, you know you love it, X=10x^2.

6.Because you need to find out what this day will teach you, you never know when it can be world domination!

7.Because you need be conscious for as much inhalations as you can, don't let those capitalist pigs get you O2.

8.Because life is perfect, so you have to do something about it.

9.Because you have another chance to make of this world a better place, reducing idiot emanations, reusing great ideas and recycling geniuses.

10.And because tomorrow can be the first day of the rest of your life, because with the crisis one never knows what will happen next.



By I'm the penguin
[write a diary entry from my perspective]

Hi mom!

I am sorry I hadn't had the time to talk to you this week, but I promise I'll get some time next one. You must be wondering how am I in my first week of college, and I'm fine. I know you expect something more elaborate, but overall it's fine. This week I saw that old math teacher, remember? The one that was a Cowboys fanatic, it was kind of funny seeing him again, after the graduation I though I would never see him, but he's now teaching here. It's pretty darn awesome, because he's not my teacher anymore, so it's not like when we were all those years at high school, but I get to see him often. I've been talking lately with my old chemistry teacher, he's now studying in the state's University for his PhD, it's awesome talking to him as a friend now, after having him as a mean badass teacher last year.

Do you remember Liz? I'm not sure I talked a lot about her, but the thing is that she's across the hall in my dorm room, seriously, it seems my past is hunting me, which is cool because I wouldn't know what to do otherwise. She's doing a major on Economics, which seems great at this times, not a crisis in over 10 years!

I know I just talked about teachers and friends, but that's all I remember, now I have to go to Calc I, or I won't get a decent seat.

P.S Food could be better, bathrooms as not as bad as we imagined, and apparently the two tons of toilet paper you sent will be enough...

Kim

[bending]
By I'm the penguin
[Describe the formula for happiness]