Vou me Contar

No Solution?

2009-04-23T23:48:00.003+09:00

Um conselho de um problema na vida:

Quando mais conhecimento que nós temos, mais idiota que sermos,
Quando mais curiosidade, mais fogo que vai aparecer,Quando mais amor, mais facil de morer.
Quando a cabeça não mexe é facíl ser um Hitler ou Bush.
Tem que capaz de resolver o teu problema.

Nolasco, Lore

I have to leave

2009-04-02T19:33:00.003+09:00

Date 03-04-2009 my first time to leave my origem.
I don't know if I can do what I want.
Let we see ......

I have to go.

Pelo Contrario

2009-03-31T17:39:00.003+09:00

Já alguma vez alquem vive pelo contrario?
Eu também não faço ideia mas tenho palavrinha a escrever,

"É util se nos de vez enquando pensar pelo contrario.
Também da geito se nos andar pelo contrario.
Dorme pelo contrario? É fix
Ter vida toda pelo contrario? Acho um azar em toda vida.
É melhor vive como pessoa que tem contrapartida.
É bom que nós pensar sempre pelo contrario.

São os contrarios que não aproveitam nada."

Mês de Tomar decisão

2009-02-12T12:06:00.003+09:00

Não sei se sou capaz a tomar decisão para o próprio.
O que me obriga é o ambiente.
Tenho dúvida no próprio futuro.
Juro que tenho dificuldade que confuso-me.
Só quero uma satisfação na vida.
O que é que vou fazer?
Uh.....h..............h.............
Vamos ver a minha onda de cada dia até a uma decisão.
Vou entrar na onda, vou agora....agora....agora mesmo.

Lore, será que o meu destino?

Pode ser Magia Preta ou Não !

2009-01-31T11:45:00.009+09:00

Foi no trabalho, eu estava a trabalhar e veio o insecto, não sei como é os portugueses chamam, na minha terra natal (Lore) nós chamamos “upur lakuvare”, como sinto me o seu movimentos disturb me deitou-lhe no lixo, depois disso sinto me um pouco pecado e continuou de não ligo esta cena...

Em casa estamos a contar as coisas de cultura e a força natural que existe na nossa terra (invocado pelo o acontecimento do morte de uma mulher do vizinho) e lembrei-me a cena que aconteceu no meu escritório no dia anterior e contei para um primo (Julião esteves) que conpreende bem a situação real na nossa terra e ele disse “ na nossa terra “upuh lakuvare” quando aparece significa a uma presença ou uma visitação da nossa familia que já faleceu “se calhar o teu pai?” salientou-lhe com cara muito sério. Pois, não é normal que a insecta como “upuh lakuvare” fica numa ambiente que mais limpa e ainda por cima no quarto com ar condicionado, ele costumava estar em corpo do cavalo ou na carne com muita sanque. Continuou-me a sentir culpado, falei com natureza a pedir desculpa para o meu pai se esse caso for verdadeira. Na realidade na minha terra existe various coisas que as vezes me fazem de custar muito de compreender e acreditar com o conhecimento que eu tenho fora da minha terra natal, acredito que somos protegido pela natureza da nossa terra natal mesmo que difícil de conpreender para as pessoas que não vivem permanentemente com essa natureza.

Gosto muito de ver o meu pai com idade que tenho agora mas pronto cada tempo passa e a as coisas sempre mudar também...

Uma coisa estranho em três dias seguintes é foi escrito no jornal de Timor post um dos jornal que há em Timor sobre a tentativa de roubar um carro na Indonésia com titulo “um cabrito roubou um carro?” esta escrito em bahasa Indonésia.

Um acontecimento que difícil de compreender mas está acontecer e há pessoa que faz a questão para essa situação com sério.

Engenheiro Pequeninho

2009-01-29T16:09:00.004+09:00

22/01/2009 foi a data da minha Graduação, nessa altura que sentiu-me calma, optimista e coragem na sociadade.

Agradeço muito ao meus tios "Maunana e Luisa" que me ajudam a ter essa qualidade.

Agradeço também para tudo mundo que não posso dizer cada um dos seus nomes.

É vida “ recebemos ajudo duma pessoa e ajudamos à outra pessoa que nunca recebemos ajudo dele”.

Agora sou Engenheiro Informática (Bacherel).

Ser Novo No Ano 2009

2009-01-06T15:45:00.002+09:00

Disse os collegas:

És Novo.

Assim é que Homen.

Parece Um Menino.

Estas Diferente.

Cabelo Novo.

Não sei o que significa mas a minha intenção é ser um pouco diferente no Ano Novo de 2009.

Minha Nasionalidade

2008-12-12T11:46:00.005+09:00

Depois de lutar contra "esperar e pasiencia" durante 2 anos consigui ter o meu desejo.

Agora sou 90% Timorense e 10% Portuguese, um dos esforços para melhorar a vida.

Obrigado ao Somotxo (Tio) e Furak (Tia).

"É dificil de ter duas nasionalidade, não é todos que podem ter"

Aumenta Um Valor na Vida

2008-11-29T14:10:00.003+09:00

Judisium é pre-graduação, foi no dia 24 de Novembro de 2008 a UNTL (Universidade Nasional de Timor Leste) faculdade engenharia efectuou a acção Judisium na Hera (Politeknik Hera), partimos de Dili +/- ás 8:30 AM com microlet do colega Sarmento Tong, sentimos muito diferente pois foi primeira vez que nós usamos as roupas como os Deputados no Parlamento, Juro que temos muita ar que nós nunca sentimos.

São sinco cursos que participam em nesta ocasião, Engenharia Mecânica, Engenharia Construção Civil, Engenharia Electrotécnica, Engenharia Informática-FUP (Fundação das Universidades Portuguesas) - Engenharia Electrotécnica- FUP, somos engenheiros Informática.

Somos nove pessoas que conseguimos até a meta, em 2004 são registado por volta de 260 pessoas que foram testado para entrar na Universidade de curso informática em que foi aprovado 36 alunos para o mesmo. Em primeiro ano do curso do ano lectivo 2004/2005 foi muito difícil a acompanhar a aula, porque, entre nos temos dificuldade da lingua que os professores utilizaram a ensinar, ai muitos do meus colegas perdiram vontade de estudar ainda por cima o horário das aulas que completamente difícil a ter tempo para estudar (entra ás 8:00 AM até 6:20 PM, só temos uma hora de almoço) com esse dificuldade foram 16 pessoas que passaram para segundo ano, os outros alguns decidiram a estudar medicina em Cuba e os outros foram para Indonesia a continuar os seus estudos. Em terceiro ano são 9 pessoas Hilario Nolasco, Celestina Manek, Emiliana, Nélio, Silvio, Januario, Sarmento, Joel e Rosalino que agora são enginheiros Informática.

Gostei muito este ocasião em que nós pudemos contar o passado que cheia com dificuldade que agora nós contamos como historia engraçada, rimos e gozamos uns os outros foi muito fixe.

Recentemente, somos sinco trabalham na Timor Telecom (Eu, Rosalino, Sarmento, Joel e Nélio), o Silvio na UNTL, o Januario vai continuar o estudo no estrangeiro suportado pelo Ministerio Educação, a Emiliana em UNMIT e a Celestina em Ministerio Educação.

Finalmente adeus para o passado, ficam como memoria para toda vida e continuamos lutar para o futuro.

“Soube um nível de conhecimento”.
“Cada ano temos ter o aumento do valor de qualidade”.
“Nunca podemos parar a procurar o algo que podemos saber”.
“Aprende para saber, não ocupa um lugar”.
“Aplica o que nós sabemos na nossa sociadade”.

Use the necessary thing

2008-11-08T15:24:00.002+09:00

Quando hau iha orfanato Venilale hau sempre rona liafuan diak ida hanesan " Usa buat nebe mak o percisa ".

Agora hau sempre gosta koalia liafuan " Boa Gestão" ba hau nia maluk sira.

Obrigado ba comuninade FMA Salesiana iha Timor.

Google fala um pouco sobre Nolasco

2008-10-31T11:50:00.005+09:00

It was in afternoon when I travel at Google and I write on engine search "Nolasco Timor"
I found one article which write a litle about me :
O Origem: http://www.hamline.edu/apakabar/basisdata/1995/10/22/0006.html

From: John MacDougall
Subject: IN/ET: SMH - East Timor Situation Reports

Date: Mon, 23 Oct 1995 07:56:33 +1000 (EST)
From: "Anthony O'Connor"
To: indonesia list
Subject: ET: Two articles from SMH

ET: Two decades of death, despair & torture in Indonesia's achilles heel
Sydney Morning Herald, October 21 1995
Sue Neales - slightly abridged

East Timorese village elder Adao Cabral was a worried man. It was Monday, September 11 and widespread riots between Catholic Timorese locals & Muslim Indonesian immigrants had broken out across the country.

Close to home, Cabral was also scared. The previous evening he had seen dark figures lurking outside hishouse in the small village of Luro, where he was the local chief. After a vigorous campaign about the new Indonesian school in town pating Catholic Timorese students to change their faith, Cabral knew he had aroused the ire of many powerful Muslims. Among them some of the 5,000 Indonesian soldiers living in the surrounding LosPalos region. He sent a message to his brother-in-law asking him to come and sleep at his family house that Monday night. But by midnight Cabral was dead, his body found on the floor of his bedroom, two stab wounds in the heart and the knife by his side. The local police said it looked like suicide. But Cabral's family and the local community are certain it was another political murder at the hands of the Indonesian military.

Luro is now in suspense, waiting for the official cause of death to be announced by the Indonesian officials who un Luro. It's an explosive situation - East Timor today is in a state of high tension, more volatile than any time since November 1991. Any small spark appears capable of setting off a battle between Indonesian soldiers and Timorese youths. Just as an alleged insult by a prison official in Maliana against the Catholic religion led to nationwide riots in early September, a finding of suicide in Luro may have the same disruptive effect.

Cabral's widow is reluctant to talk about his death. Conversations with a foreigner are always followed by a visit from the local police. But a local Catholic priest and friend of the Cabral family, Father Agostino Salicias risks speaking out.

'There is much fear in East Timor, everyone is afraid', Fr Salicias says, just hours after burying Cabral. 'So eople think its better if they keep silent. It is then up to the priests to defend the people and their human rights. It ans I often have to go to the military and make problems. That is difficult. It is part of my job to give people courage. We can't close our eyes. We must face these things and make sure that the truth is
told.'

Behind the picture=postcard veneer of swaying coconut palms, coffee covered hillsides and blue seas lies an oppressed and sullen country divided by race and ruled by force. Just as sinister is the constant presence in Dili of thousands of uniformed soldiers, military police and intelligence officers and the paid informers who watch, follow and chronicle every movement in the streets. No one trusts anyone any more. Even in the smallest villages, Indonesian command posts perched on rocky outcrops remind the local population that East Timor is Indonesia's 27th province. Truckloads of riot police and soldiers roar daily around the province. Clusters of army men sprawl at roadside inspection points, demanding to see travel passes and frisky boys not yet in their teens.

East Timor feels like an occupied land. Dili, ringed by army barracks and police stations has been likened to a concentration camp. Normality is a life based on fear, brutality and lies. 17 year old Manuel hanging dangerously out of the decrepid minivan, shouting and touting for business as it lurches through villages, looks like any carefree teenager enjoying his first job. Manuel actually spent the previous week in a military prison in Dili, with his hands tied behind his back and electric shock wires connected to his shoulders and waist after taking part in the September street riots.

Torture is nothing new for Manuel. On his right thigh is an ugly bullet-hole scar, a legacy of his part in the ill-fated Santa Cruz protest march. It left 13 year old Manuel in jail with thumbscrews on his toes and his childhood a distant memory.

For many East Timorese, Santa Cruz was a personal breaking point. It drove some young men out to the mountains and a life of exile as armed resistance fighters. For others, the massacre reinforced a determination
never to integrate with the Indonesian 'invaders'. One Timorese, imprisoned and tortured after Santa Cruz, said 'The more you kill , the braver people become'.

For a small group of the country's intellectual elite, some of whom had favoured Indonesian rule in 1975, it pushed them into outspoken opposition.

Manuel Carrascalao is a powerful local businessman and coffee grower, a member of the local parliament, brother of an Indonesian ambassador and a member of the first Indonesian integration parliament in 1976. The thin, grey-haired patrician of one of East Timor's oldest families was appalled.

'It changed my mind', Carrascalao said, 'We don't have a democratic system here; we don't even have civil rule - its rule by force, oppression and suffering. In 1975 I thought that integration would be best for the people. But they haven't given us integration, they have given us occupation.'

Carrascalao has decided the time has come to tell the world just how bad life in East Timor has become. He hopes his position will protect him, although his brother often tells him to be careful.

'It's true we live life here on two levels. We joke a lot and smile a lot and pretend it's a game. But mostly it's a very serious game we are playing. It's about truth and justice and human dignity.'

The phone rings. It's the ABC from Darwin asking about the latest riots. He answers calmly, relaying information about the numbers arrested, missing and killed. For most people such a conversation would be dangerous. For Carrascalao it is just a part of a new determination to make a difference.

'My people here suffered under Portugal and now they are suffering under Indonesia. I'm 62, I've been to university, I've married and had children - now, before I die, or even if I die doing it, I want to leave something better for my people. I hope by telling people overseas what is happening, some of the suffering can stop.

Just before dawn in the beautiful hillside village of Letefohu, local priest Fr Domingos Soares is talking about suffering too. As the sun rises behind the mystical Mt Ramelau, Fr Soares is holding an outdoor mass
in Tetun for his parishioners. The women are dressed in lace mantillas over bright silk blouses, gold coins glittering in their hair, their mouths slashes of betel-nut red. The men fidget in ill-fitting suits and beaten, broad-brimmed hats. Little girls in layered and faded flamenco dresses play in the shadow of the cool white church.

Life is simple in such a remote village - the houses are still bamboo huts and there is no power. But much has changed. The old Portuguese colonial inn on the top of the hill is now a major Indonesian military post. To travel anywhere requires premission from the village chief and a formal pass.

Children have to learn Indonesian, food is scarce and money short. Prices for coffee are at rock bottom and, the refusal of the Indonesian Govt to buy Timorese mountain coffee has all the hallmarks of a conspiracy, Fr
Domingos explains. He is intent on finding a way to get better coffee prices for his people.

Letefohu, like most villages in East Timor's central highlands, is known to have rebel guerrilas living nearby. Many families have husbands and sons 'away' in the mountains. The Indonesian authorities view these villages as strongholds of resistance.

'So what the Government does is to refuse to buy our coffee', says Fr Domingos,' If the families here haven't got enough food and money for themselves, they are not going to be able to support the guerrila fighters
too. It's that simple. But it means that everyone here is suffering. And when your family is starving, it's very difficult not to be tempted by their offers to join the police force for 150,000 rupiah (about $A100) a
month'.

Born and bred in the Timorese mountains and having lost several brothers in the fighting that followed the 1975 invasion, Fr Domingos is determined to keep Timorese culture alive. He admits that he dislikes hearing the children taught in Indonesian or being instructed that East Timor is Indonesia's 27th province. He only conducts services in Tetum and makes sure that the children learn all their culture. He is building a new independent school with the help of money from Japan.

The Catholic Church has come to play a vital role in East Timor. Bishop Belo, neatly deflects questions about the role of the church in Timor. He denies that it has become a de facto opposition, or that it has any special function at all. Belo has weaved a careful line between the Indonesian authorities and his people for years. His presence can calm a heated situation. The authorities are often forced to appeal for Bishop Belo's help in quelling riots.

'People here feel like slaves in their own homeland; we are slaves to the Indonesians and all the power and policy decisions are managed by them', Bishop Belo said as he prepared to make his annual trip to the Vatican.

'And you see how they [the armed forces] beat the people, they don't like to learn. Every time I go to see them, it's always the same: 'We will improve', but where are the results ?'

Bishop Belo has taken a letter with him giving details of previously unpublished atrocities and deaths. It lists numerous cases of killings at the hands of militia. While open masscares on the scale of Santa Cruz seem in the past, Bishop Belo acknowledges the underlying level of brutality and intimidation is unchanged.

The proximity of death is impossible to ignore in East Timor. Small cemeteries with blue and white painted gravestones litter the hillsides. Almost all crosses bear dates of the past 20 years. Every family has lost relatives or whole branches of their clans.

Another legacy of what Bishop Belo calls the ongoing 'civil war' is the sheer number of children without parents. East Timor's biggest orphanage near the Eastern inland town of Venilale is full. It is run by a rock-guitar playing American nun, Sr Marlene Bautiste. Most of its 128 orphans lost their parents during the Indonesian offensives in the mountains or the ensuing tuberculosis and malaria. Eight year old Nolasco Gusmao is an exception. His mother lives in Dili. His father is Xanana Gusmao.

It's dusk at Venilale and loud electric guitar chords are reverberating down its old main street. As she teaches one wild-looking teenager how to play the drums, Sr Marlene admits she worries about the future for East
Timor's young people and children like Nolasco. They are a divided generation. Half are angry and passionately prepared to fight for a free East Timor. The rest are content to mimic the Indonesian soldiers, devour Indonesian soap operas and earn pocket-money as informers. Most have been brought up with weapons and violence. Almost all don't have enough to do.

It was the former group who led the latest riots in East Timor. Throwing stones at soldiers, burning tyres in the streets, torching mosques and terrorising new Indonesian immigrants, their handiwork was a troubling mix of political activism and racial terrorism. Most were not born in 1975.

Amindo Maia, outspoken deputy-rector of the University of East Timor, sees such large numbers of young people rebelling against Indonesia as a stark reminder that the 'East Timor issue' will not go away.

'I tell my students the best way to fight is by brains, not by violence - I don't want to sacrifice our young people or to see them disappear or come out of jail mutilated and mentally affected,' says Maia.

The Indonesian government retaliates to such accusations with claims that millions of dollars have been spent on roads, schools and hospitals. Schooling is compulsory but now free and literacy rates have soared. Most children no longer follow their parents into subsistence farming but look for jobs as public servants, clerks, secretaries, teachers and tradesmen. Jobs and financial security is the aim of this generation. Whether they will get these jobs is another matter. Two months ago, 70 young men protested outside the Governor's office in Dili, claiming they had been discriminated against in public service entry allocations.

They said ethnic Timorese had missed out because Indonesian Muslim migrants had been favoured for the jobs, which with a salary of $150 per month, a house and many benefits are a passport to security. Their calls have a ring of truth, less than 20% of the civil servants are Timorese.

Transmigration is a sensitive matter. New concrete villages of little white square houses have sprung up along the southern coast. The 150,000 Indonesians have a firm grip on the shops, markets, hotels, restaurants and the commerce of the towns. Already almost half of Dili's population is non-Timorese. It gives rise to suggestions that the Indonesian authorities are playing a numbers game, certain over time that the combination of new migrants and next-generation integration will swamp the existing Timorese culture.

A visit to the newly-opened white marble museum in Dili gives credence to these fears The entire multi-million dollar museum is staffed by non-Timorese. Visitors are shown models of traditional-style houses, tools and gardens as if they were relics of the past. Yet only 2 days earlier in eastern East Timor, the same artefacts were in daily use as part of a culture that remains alive.

Bishop Belo is a vocal critic of the transmigration program and development budget. He claims most of the funds have been used to facilitate the movement of about 17,000 troops in the country, to provide incentives for Indonesian immigrants to move to East Tumor and to imprint Indonesian culture on Timorese youth.

'Who and what are these developments for ?', Bishop Belo asks.

'Materially the structure of East Tumor has changed; but who is enjoying the benefits ? My people are not happy.'

Armido Maia goes further and believes the only way to return peace and happiness to his home is an independent East Timor, led and governed by Timorese people. Unlike Manuel Carrascalao, who thinks pragmatically Timor could become self-governing within a wider Indonesian federation, Maia just wants Indonesia out.

Perhaps surprisingly, there is little bitterness towards Australia's unforgiving stance on East Timor. Even the fiercest proponents of a free East Timor recognize Australia's own diplomatic imperative to have strong
ties with a powerful neighbour like Indonesia.

On a less formal level, Australia is seen as doing much. The annual visits by the Australian Ambassador are seen as important. In a new girls training college, the dormitory beds, desks and typewriters have been provided by Australia. And up in the guerrilas hideaway, the malaria pills are stamped with the mark of a Newcastle pharmacy.

Manuel Carrascalao is more critical. He believes that Australia should have insisted more of the profits from the Timor Gap oil exploration found their way back to East Timor - 'it's East Timorese oil after all'.

Up in Letefohu, Fr Domingos appeals to Australians to remember their debt to East Timor dring World War II. 'Your Prime Minister says there is no room for sentimentality in Foreign Affairs. But we are people and you are people and we all have sentiments and emotions, it's what being a human being is.' Meanwhile inside the Venilale mission, Sr Marlene's youthful rock group are singing their way to their own future. The words of the Tetum pop song 'Joven Sira Forte' ring out across the school playground: 'Young people, be strong; you are the future; you can change the world.'

ET: Living in death's shadow; the last guerrilas fight on.
Sydney Morning Herald, October 21 1995 Sue Neales.

They slipped out from behind the simple cloth curtain in the bamboo hut, high in the Timor mountains under the shadow of Mt Ramelau. Hair shaggy, faces gaunt and eyes wild and haunted, these two East Timorese independence fighters had risked their lives to come and talk about their silent war. With Indonesian soldiers living even in remote villages, soldiers scouring the hills and paid informers at every turn, it was a dangerous strategy.

It was the first time that either man had been down from the mountains for several years. Jose has been living as guerilla fighter since 1982 while Roberto has been a fighter for 4 years. It was after 10pm on a black night. The rest of the village slept. Hands were held tightly, knuckles constantly clicked. At every dog bark or footstep outside, the room tensed and waited. Guards were posted at all doors and around the hut. An escape route through the roof had been planned. We all spoke in whispers. The night before, two military police burst into the hut where I was staying, aware of my presence in the village within minutes after my arrival. Westerners, especially Western women, rarely come to these mountain passes. It was difficult for me to travel nywhere without alerting informers.

In between bouts of tension, Jose and Roberto spoke simply of their preparedness to die.

For 13 years since he was 24, Jose has sacrificied all to wage a lonely isolated war in the mountains. All he seeks is to free East Timor from the clutch of the occupying forces. He has no wife, children or home. Just days, months and years of living wild and fearful amongst the giant trees of the mountain jungle, gun by his side, always moving, ever conscious of the roving Indonesian patrols.

Jose has seen many of his friends die: 'Living in the mountains, we know that one day we might die; but we also know that it will have been worthwhile', he says.

'Already we have decided to die if we have to, for the right of our people to be free.' Once there were thousands of fleeing families living in the hills. Now most have taken up life again in the villages and there are fewer than 2000 armed rebels like Jose and Roberto in the hills.

Their days are probably numbered too. A massive campaign began in September to capture the resistance leader Konis Santana, driven by the newly-arrived hardline military commander, Colonel Simbolon. Trucks full of special commando squads are now arriving daily in the central hill towns close to where the rebels are concentrated.

Jose and Roberto look tired and nervous. They wear old green and khaki trousers, carry a water bottle but no guns, they speak eloquently in Tetum. Only when they talk of their committment to fight to the death for
the cause of East Timorese independence, does a passionate gleam fill their dark eyes. 'We are here to tell what it is like in the mountains, what we are still fighting for', Jose says, ' This is not a physical war for us. It is a moral war. We ask you to tell the world that we are not killers by nature, but that we are committed to this work because it is for our people. We are not doing anything wrong - our cause is just.'

Jose bluntly calls the Indonesians his enemies. He says their soldiers are intent on killing all Timorese rebels and are much better equipped that his men.

Roberto listens intently during these exchanges. He is a new type of guerilla - a university student who was so shocked by the death of his friends at Santa Cruz that he abandoned his studies and joined the guerrillas. His life is now lived on the run. Small ambushes of Indonesian troops are their only tactics.

'We have no army, hardly any guns. Yet with our hands and our hearts and justice on our side we have kept the biggest army in South East Asia at bay for 20 years. We think this is some type of victory', he said.

Jose glances at his watch. They have dallied long enough. 'We are here to appeal to all Timorese, both within and outside East Timor, to be unified in the fight for just one ideal - the liberation of our people and country', he says,' We ask too for anyone who can help to do something for us, the guerrillas in the mountains, because we are suffering. We will all die here without some more help.'

With that plea Jose and Roberto push back their chairs and melt away to
face their fate.

I am still very young

2008-10-25T16:43:00.005+09:00

Sou muito novo na empresa de Timor Telecom.

Foto Aniversario TT no 17-oct-2008

Hau mak kiik liu compara ho trabalhador tomak TT nian iha tinan 2007 no 2008, colega balun bolu hau putu, balun dehan hau labarik maibe ida nee la iha diferencia iha servicu laran, hau gosta servico iha TT tamba iha ambiente nebe diak excepto valorizacao ba hau nia servico quando compara ho rendimento empresa nian ...........iha exploracao nebe bot la halimar!.

I am I

2008-10-25T15:13:00.004+09:00

Let other people say who you are.
When they say your are good boy, Symphathy, handsome or whatever which good to you because you are the best for them and they don't know how you are when you are angry.
When they say they are bored with you, you are antipathy or something bad for you because you are worse for them and they don't know how you are when you are happy.
One thing you have to aware that those people do not know you in 100%, you know your self 100% so make what ever you want when you feel good because you the only one which make your life history.

I am I, Thanks for you because you include on my life history.

Cowboy no fim de Semana

2008-10-02T17:43:00.009+09:00

Os cowboys foram ao Baucau na sexta feira da tarde depois de trabalho. os Cowboys foram o Joel, eu e o Rosalino, como so podemos utilizar o transporte da empresa para necessidade da empresa, os cowboys têm de roubar, o Rosalino não pode ir connosco, porque, tem trabalho no Sábado e Dominggo e tem direito ao carro...........
temos que ir ao Baucau disse o Joel, vamos como? respondi com um pouco supreendido, sei que nos os dois não temos transporte e ainda por cima não tenho nenhum plano relaciona a essa viagem.

O telefone tocou e atendi --Nolasco vem a frente do Hotel Timor (que está ao lado do nosso escritório), ele estava a minha espera com o carro que divia ser o Rosalino que conduz, digo eu "para onde?" e entrei no carro. fomos a Becora (o caminho para Leste teritório do Timor) esperamos ao Rosalino que vem a mota, quando o Rosalino chegou, trocamos o carro com a mota, no fim fomos ao Baucau com mota da empresa, so nos os três que sabe esta deslocação:

Finalmente, o meu fim de semana passou em Baucau...deste vez tenho que arranjar um plano de Emergéncia.

Ficamos com os amigos de medicinas (Amigos que estão a estudar a ser médico) o Mario, A Sónia, A Luisa, a Eti e mais.

Visitar o amigo Mario Gaspar (quando estava no Orfanato de Lospalos e Seminario Fatumaca) na comunidade Salesiano em Venilale e trabalhar como assistente dos alunos pre-seminario(Frater-Pos Padre), o sitio que vivi la durante 7 anos, aproveitei a ver e relembrar o meu tempo quando estava lá. foi muito fix de lembrar os sitios, as pessoas e a paisagem que já não existia 100%.

Conheci também um médico de Cubano que trabalha na hospital de distrito Baucau o Dr.Danilo, conheci um pouco da cultura de Cuba uma delas é tratar as pessoas igual como outros, "entrar na casa não percisa de tirar sapatos" foi muito bom.

A Sofia também muda a minha vida

2008-09-22T17:38:00.014+09:00

Starting 2004........

Era minha professora da Lingua Portuguesa, boa professora.

Era minha amiga no treinamento de uma peça de teatro (Hamnasa), melhor amiga.

Era minha namorada, gostei muito dela.

Agora minha colega, quero lhe ver outra vez.

No word to discribe her ........... SOFNO era o nosso nome.

Fomos assim e ficamos assim

2008-09-16T17:53:00.013+09:00

Era tarde, enfrente na universidade Nacional (UNTL) em mês de Fevereiro deste ano, ouviu me o som que dizia “ Nolasco tive conversar com Sara na Net “ virou me a procurado o origem deste som era o Nélio (um amigo meu) que estava com muita ar, como se fosse encontrou um sorte na sua vida… começamos a conversar sobre a Sara. É uma professora minha que me deu Zero valor no teste de Inteligência Artificial, posso dizer que uma pessoa que não gosto muito e não quero saber sobre ela…

Um dia lembrei me sobre um acidente que aconteceu no caminho para monte Rameláu (o monte mais alto em Timor) no ano passado, em que a Sara também estava lá…começou-me a ter vontade a saber a situação dela.

No dia seguinte escrevia um email para ela e afinal ela respondeu o meu email e ficou satisfeito com a sua resposta, como gosto mais de conversar na Net, criou me uma conta de email como o email dela (gmail) que pode facilitar nos na conversação na Net…

Começamos a conhecer uns os outros através na Net, até um dia ela dizia que daqui duas semanas vai voltar para Timor a ensinar outra vez, e fico logo feliz que bom conversar com ela directamente…não com Net.

O nosso primeiro encontro em Timor foi em frente na Universidade, quando ela estava a preparar a aula para o dia seguinte e quando fui para almoçar num sítio perto na Universidade, ficava me muito atrapalhado a conversar com ela, não sei porque? E no dia seguinte recebeu -me um SMS que dizia “estou em Hotel Timor a tomar café se quiseres pode aparecer aqui, Sara” como estava no trabalho, telefonei-a para dizer que não posso porque estava no trabalho.

Ai, começamos a convidar uns os outros para almoçar, jantar, andar, brincar e passear juntos ……

Na ilha Ataúro…

No monte Rameláu…
Área branca.............

E ficamos muito amigos …ai ...... Já não ha palavra a explicar a nossa amizade.

Chatear, ciúmes e apetece são as palavras que parou a nossa amizade.....
Eu não tenho problema com essas palavras,,, já habitua com isso desde era criança,
Não vale a pena ser egoista ... o mundo muda e a carácter de cada um também muda.

As coisas não vão sempre como nos queremos... Importante “ Temos Principio na Vida”

Antes de começar ..........

2008-09-05T07:42:00.001+09:00

Foi o Cornélio Ximenes, o tio que me motivar a escrever o que estou a pensar e gosto a contar, “ escreva-se enquanto tens vontade de escrever, porque com vontade é que nos desenvolve”. Tal como uma espressão que diz “ Faça o que é que consegue fazer melhor hoje porque amanha é outra”.

Foi isso que me comecar a escrever o que é que gostaria de outra pessoa sabia ...

Vou avançar ....................