Survived Christmas. So did all my family members. Although I had been dragged to all 3 family dinners, I'm doing fine. Well, it made my flu worse, but then again, I lived through it.
We had my mom's godmother over (mine's dead and she never cared about me... I've never seen her ever), and she is a sweet little old lady. Properly brought up too. She was the reason the usual family fights were muted and almost nonexistent. Gods, how I love her.

Although I did get ranted at by my grandmother because I asked her to please calm down because she, in her enthusiasm to re-organize the table while we were eating (which was completely useless), knocked her glass over and soaked me twice. She told me once I'll have grandchildren and they will bitch at me (no, I really wasn't bitching, I was frikkin nice) I'll remember her and feel sorry. Well, since it was Christmas I kept my mouth shut. But I'm not sure I even want children. First I'd need to marry a guy I can stand in any case.

Problem is, all the food had made me sluggish. A few days ago I went out to shake the cobwebs off my feet and move around a bit, but it was so bloody cold my flu got worse. Again, godsdamnit!! And now it's even colder and I am going out of my mind because I need to move.

I guess it's time to do some workout, because doing bellydancing alone is so not enough. >.<

The Eurotrash Speaketh

I had a very interesting conversation, and it all boils down to different feelings about the 11th of September. Quite surprisingly, I had one of the tamer viewpoints, which is... well, pretty weird. Even Americans had more radical views than I did. o.O

Still, it was a discussion worth mentioning.

So what was my tame view?

I mentioned America deserved a slap on the wrist, but I'm not saying the people in question deserved to be killed. No, many probably didn't. But then again, Americans killed and robbed many, and retaliation wouldn't have been possible without civilian casualties. I mean a politician talking on TV would have been ignored, so I get their predicament.
To get noticed, they had to organize something big, something that goes out with a bang. I even understand that they had to destroy something big, but the trouble is, innocent (well, some were, although finding innocent people in this world is more and more impossible) people had been killed, and nobody stomachs innocent people dying.
So... if I were an evil mastermind, I would have made sure the building was empty and would have probably destroyed the empty building as a symbol (without a plane full of other people crashing into it) and would have hunted down the people who were actually guilty and had them assassinated in their own home, alone, without a fuss. Less trouble, less hate, cleaner and more proper. Also cold blooded, which probably delivers the right message.

Sweet dreams, huh? Well, still, that would have been my evil plan. No need to get innocent blood on their hands so people would hate them even more - but blowing up empty buildings works. Only punish those who deserve it and maybe take down America's pride a notch or two because the things I hear Americans spouting about other countries and continents nowadays just boils my blood.

Oh and by the way... I do NOT appreciate being called eurotrash. Yankee trash that uses this word to describe those who live in Europe and use their brains are no better than brain-dead coma patients. Only their mouth moves, sound comes out and they form big, angry and stoopid mobs - blaming any other country besides America for everything.

Oh right, disclaimer: am not a terrorist, not gonna be a terrorist, I'm not saying terrorism is good, neither am I saying I approve of it. But I sure as hell hate America a great deal for being the country that houses colossal idiots in huge numbers that have pride in being idiots and call us names because we use our brains. Nuff said.

I guess I could be considered a cold person, because now I'm seriously considering dating a guy from across the globe (any guy at the moment), so I don't have to spend all 3 days of Christmas with my grandparents or my parents.

When I told my mother that I don't feel like going every day over to my grandparents to eat together and... be together, she had a screaming fit. And since she is certified insane, I seriously don't want to cross her... much. She also told me I should spend time together with them while they are alive.

Fair enough comment. Were they anything but themselves, I guess I would do that, but I know better. Every Christmas lunch in my life ended up the same: my parents screaming with each other, my grandparents screaming at my parents, everybody screaming at each other, and me trying to hide amongst the coats (up till about 12 years old), sneaking away to try and watch TV or do something less boring and violent (but someone always found me to bitch at me, scream at me, tell me how stupid, disgusting or uncute I am), or ending up bringing a book and wishing I had a laptop, although I always scratch that idea since none of the fossils in that house have wireless net, so no use in any case. Every Christmas day spent with my family ends in a screaming match, ruffled feathers to last for days (and every day after it gets worse and worse), me wishing for a semiautomatic and amnesty after that or maybe just a hot bath and a razor blade. When I was younger, I still remember hiding in the coat closet and crying my eyes out every Christmas.

Boy, no wonder I love Cristmas. So I'm up for grabs. I just want a quiet, peaceful Christmas without my abominable family (Is it any wonder I want to leave, make my own and never turn back?), without feeling like the whipping boy of my folks and... just not living in a madhouse. Yeah it would be a Christmas miracle that'll never happen.

Just for the record... I hate the flu.

And because it has been a long time since I quoted poetry, here it is:

"La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos árboles.
Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos."

(Translation for those who need it:
"The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.")

/Pablo Neruda/

There's something incredibly sad in talking to "fellow" occultists.

(Now don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I'm one of them and I'm not saying I'm not. All I do say is that I remain a skeptic. - I doubt, therefore I am.)

So today's conversation was rather funny. So was yesterday's. I mean sure, I can just imagine some kind of horrid monster blazing down from the sky to inform someone that the world is ending and soon. Right, because they have a messenger service of extraterrestrials/angels/demons/any kind of assorted creatures about the impending apocalypse. The apocalypse, that I have been informed will happen in a few years. While I have been told that a few years ago, and almost every year, of course. Why is it that they never come true?

And also, there is the matter of "gruesome days to come". Like hell. No, not literally. Every year I hear the ominous declaration that this year will be horrid, or at least more horrid than the last one. Half my occult contacts greet me with that at new years' or at Samhain, or whenever, being all solemn and I'm guessing quite serious. Those are the times I feel like asking them some serious questions like: "Wasn't that what you told me last year too? And the year before that?"

Well, the sad thing is, if you dare doubt them, they'll declare you insane, they might even mention they have been seeing some clouding of your "third-eye" of recent months, and you shall become persona non-grata. Well, there are certain advantages of being a pariah, after all they won't be bugging you with all that "This year shall be worse than the last!" ominous death-rattle shit, but... well, not for long. Also, there are a few people I can stomach it from, but actually... Not from many. I believe there shall come a day when all the dates of ill-fated future apocalypses that were oracled shall pass, and they will be left with nothing.

Although I am pretty sure the apocalypse shall happen during my time. Mankind has accumulated a bunch of very dangerous toys, and there are no gods, and yes, I know I said there are no gods, bite me, to slap their wrists (I did not include myself because I would never use them unwisely) to drop them and leave them be. I am sure we (they!) shall destroy all of humankind in the most gruesome, impossible and stupidest way ever. And I shall facepalm in the midst of all that destruction and look on critically and say a few sarcastic words before biting the dust.

Dragons. They are the same as unicorns. They are cute, cuddly and utterly, completely unrealistic, and exist only in people's imagination. Show me a bloody (no, figuratively speaking) skeleton of any kind of dragon and then I shall believe it hasn't all been just an imaginary creature the people in the middle ages thought up when they saw a dinosaur skeleton.

And there are people believing they are dragons. They are multiplying by the seconds. I honestly don't know why some formerly intelligent occult friends of mine decided to go insane and fantasize they see dragons or they are dragons. My mind's blown, I admit. It was really uncalled for. Is that thing contagious or something?

And last but not least... what's this mania about inventing more gods? I am kind of resigned to the fact that half my occult contacts believe in Lovecraft's creations, or more like believe they exist. I think that's their prerogative. I mean they have the right to pick their imaginary friend. And who says any other man-invented god is better? Because they were all invented by men, so who cares. Although I feel a bit uncomfortable, but... that's normal. I'm a skeptic, I have the prerogative to feel uncomfortable being addressed by people believing in their imaginary friends religiously. (Pun intended.)

So that's it. Do I sound scathing? Because I feel like thumping my occult friends over the head so they can get their brains right, but then again, I am in no position to say what's right. I'm only in the position to stare at them blankly and question if they are in their right mind to believe in something that has no proof whatsoever of if said something has already been proved wrong or imaginary.

Oh well.

"You’re in my blood like holy wine"

Well, shit.

Here I am, wanting to write some stupid "dear diary" crap, because today's just too much for me, and I can't because the ones it concerns can speak the languages (well, combined they do) I speak. Oh well.

So here's to confusions, to things better left unsaid, to weird confessions and to people who should really know better. Better than me in any case. Oh and also to old, lost loves, who should stay dead as they were for 10 years.

Bliss!

Just came back from a Sear Bliss concert, and it was sooooo awesome.
(Hungarian Black Metal band. But they are actually good at it.)

So... uh... I had guys entertain me, I had friend(s) with me and it was that good, old fashioned screaming type, you know that music that incorporates the tortured dying screams of a small village. I'm a sucker for that.

Also, I got some appreciative stares, which is never bad. Neither is checking out the meat market. And my... yum-yum's all I can say.

For those who have no idea but wanna hear some:

Here I am, still awake thanks to the translation fucking up my usual routine to go to bed earlier. Not by much, but still.
Anyway... I stumbled upon this.
It kinda reminds me of the Very Secret Diaries. I think it's awesome.
Alias fic btw. Read at your own risk. I'm in the middle of the first part and already laughing so hard...
Anyway... I should go and sleep. Wish I could. Not really tired, damn it.

I've never thought I'd say this, I really really didn't. But thank the gods for my glasses.
My eyes have gone way beyond tired today and putting my glasses on felt like heaven.

A year ago the doc told me I seem to have astigmatism. (For those who are too lazy to wiki it up: "Astigmatism is an optical defect whereby vision is blurred due to the inability of the optics of the eye to focus a point object into a sharp focused image on the retina.")
She even asked me to get glasses if my workplace would pitch in. They didn't, but my mom insisted on getting them, so we did. Selecting a frame I liked... well, that was something nightmarish. I even wore my glasses sometimes, but it wasn't that big of a deal. I mean I'd see details a bit better on things 5kms away, so... No big deal.

But my eyes were so bloody tired I thought why the hell not. So I put them on and good gods, most of the strain is off.

And anyway, I'm always told I look good with glasses.
Still, this weekend I think I'll leave them home, if things go well. Getting laid is never easy on glasses. *.~

• Re-sent the letter.
• Got paid.
• Slept little.
• Got a frikking new translation to do that would take up all my weekend. Gonna take some time off or just dunno... do half as I suggested to my "boss". I have plans for this weekend, godsdamnit.
• Whatever. I hate to work for that ass, but then again... it's work.
• Daphne rocks.
• I think I'm developing a small crush on Parkman. I blame Eric Weiss.
• I need to get laid. Soon, preferably. No virgins this time. Why is it that it's only me attracting all these... first timers? >< (They were way over 20, tyvm.)
• Turtle kicks ass.
• I want more Heroes, strangely.
• Whoever decided to use Baron Samedi's name for Heroes is a dead man walking.
• Pun intended.

Random quote:

" I'm pushing an elephant up the stairs
I'm tossing up punch lines that were never there
Over my shoulder a piano falls
Crashing to the ground"

I think someone out there is trying to tell me something...

I mean I got my letter back. The fan letter. *facepalm* They said "attempted, not known".

Sheer annoyance ensues.

I few things I hate in TV-shows

Watching a few TV-shows these days I decided to write a list of things that drive me mad watching them.

• I hate shows with obvious plot twists or no plot at all (Alias is saved by the lot of hot men in the show).
  
  
• I hate it when I have no favourite characters: it means I have no reason whatsoever to watch said show. The only saving grace would be the interesting plot.
  
  
• I'm feeling very annoyed when a show takes me for stupid, and tries to sell me stuff I know more about than the script writers... and I know they are very wrong. Because they always are.
  
  
• The over-use and possible abuse of "dude", "man", "mate" or any swearword. It's just boring and shows that the scriptwriters have a limited dictionary. Which is just plain sad.
  
  
• Too many women, too many stupid women, too many fake boobs. Can't say I'm into women, and my boobs are bigger than their fake ones, so nothing interesting in there for me. And stupid women should just be shot. They are a disgrace.
  
  
• Azazel. Every demon sighting and demon activities in every show are either linked to the Devil, or Azazel. I'm getting really annoyed with poor Azazel getting blamed for every stupid plot twist and virgin-defiling. Why not someone else for a change? I mean it looks like they opened the book and couldn't pass past letter A. And there are many more demons in Christianity than that.
  I know, I know, I have a soft spot for Belial, but hey, why is it that he hardly ever shows up anywhere? Also, there is a huge list of other worthy demons they could pick but no, they get stuck at Azazel. Thing is, what of Asmodeus or Astaroth/Astoreth?
  
  Oh well. I shall shut up because the way I talk people have already pegged me for a satanist, I'm sure.
  Even though I only know about this because I prefer not to stay in the dark.
  
  

Anyway... so far, that's it. But I could go on...

I just can't shake this song out of my head. I blame South Park.

Guys I Like

A rather short list of men I fancy in movies/TV shows.



Takezo Kensei /Adam Monroe
... a rather megalomaniac, immortal villain.
Cute as hell if you ask me. I'm a sucker for clever, manipulative anti-heroes/villains with big puppy eyes.



Captain Jack Sparrow.
Nuff said, methinks. ^^
Wish I could have nabbed one from the scene in Davy Jones' Locker. (Although not the chicken or the one who fancied the goat...) I'm sure one less Sparrow wouldn't have been much problem. They had so many...



Anyway, I was wondering... do you see a pattern here?

There's something that has been bugging me in Alias. (Besides all the cliché and the predictable plot-twists when there are any.)

They always, always get the Hungarian accent dead wrong. I don't know what kind of accent they use, maybe a slightly modified Russian, but it is nothing close to Hungarian, and it has happened a few times now.

I wonder why they never considered hiring Hungarian extra for the cast, as they don't get much time on the show anyway, but thinking about it, even the people who play Hungarians look Russian to me.

Oh and have I mentioned there 's supposed to be some kind of Russian Maffia named the "Triad" located on Batthyány tér? (A Vásárcsarnok épületében mellesleg. Ami régi irattárnak szolgál. Hát persze.)

Very funny, not. I feel like kicking those idiots in their collective backside.

America shits itself and the world wipes its ass.

There are times I hate America more than usual. Thanks for the global financial crisis, we really really appreciate that.

About Falls and Aliases

First of all, I've watched The Fall today. Movie from 2006. Very very pretty pictures. Plot is easy enough and the ending is not that hollywoodian as it could get, so I kinda liked it. Not a favorite, but worth a try. Also, the Mystic and the Indian look hot. Both only with long hair flowing down on their backs. Bite me.


Oh and I'm deep into the second season of Alias. I admit I started watching it because of Julian Sark. I had to see the younger David Anders, because I'm going through a severe case of Adam withdrawal. Sniff. Oh and I was told Sark is the unadulterated Adam.

Well.... not really. I mean he looks cute and cuddly and so very young, but Adam had that sparkle. This guy's just too young and inexperienced (save in murdering) to be satisfactory enough. But... less is more than nothing. Also, maybe in later seasons he will be worth watching.
Also, the show's just too silly. I can't imagine some of the gadgets to work in real life and the plot twists? I could see them coming from miles away. But I saw the plot twists in Harry Potter so I guess I'm not as easy to please as any random American. *snicker*

Anyway... what has been bothering me besides the not too surprising plot twists is the bed hair. Sark looks like a chicken nestled on his head, or maybe it still is slumbering there... or he have been genetically crossed with a chicken... Bed hair looks cute on him one or two times, but when eliminating an elevator full of Russian maffia bosses, it's just very very strange, inappropriate and way hilarious. I just can't take anything seriously when he shows up with that kind of chicken-hair. (It actually looks like the back-end of a chicken, but let's not go there, all right?) Also, he's way too expressionless. I guess he was still in learning that time. He can do the puppy eyes, the sour look and a kind of serious robot-face, and that's about it.

I miss Adam. I miss all those grimaces and smiles. That's it, this guy NEVER smiles! Kinda makes me wonder when he'll be getting it right. The guy without facial expressions, he is. And a pretty face in itself does not amuse me for long, those who know me know that.

So now I'm just trying to follow the plot (they've been double crossed AGAIN) and hope Anders' botox infusion wears off soon, or I might try making a drinking game of Alias.

Fanmail, nuff said

Ok, I confess, I did it. I've sent my very first fanmail.

My dear friend says there's nothing to be ashamed of, but I kinda feel ashamed. I guess it's a default setting with me. I'm ashamed, I feel ugly and... no, never stupid, just sometimes not well-informed.

Well, at least I have things to work on. Guess how boring it must be for perfect people. They can't perfect themselves, that's why they have to live someone else's life. Sad, no?

Anyway, I sent the guy a gift too. I make pretty bracelets, so why not. My dear friend asked me what happens if he appears on TV wearing it. I think I'd be proud, happy, and I'd soon laugh my arse off at rabid fans who'd say they bought it for him.

Actually... I feel pretty silly. Gahhh... fanmail, for the gods's sake!! Where'd my pride go? >.<

I was pondering about black magic. (Now don't get me wrong, I don't believe in the white magic-black magic crap, I only believe in gray and black, as white does not and cannot exist. I do believe I did a long rant about it on this blog in the old days... Oh and notice me *not* using the word "magick". Ick!)

So... what about it? Whether to use something that will change another person or not. I don't take these kinds of things lightly, not anymore. Of course there are things I want and things I seek, but am not sure anymore it's worth ruining someone's life over this. Because it might. No matter what you do there are always consequences, and I'm too sure anymore that I do want to do that certain something at all costs.

I did once, I don't think it ruined anyone's life, but it did have certain consequences that I did not anticipate and was sad about. So right about now I'm trying to work out if it's worth or not. I's no longer about if I'm worthy or not. Not anymore.

All right, I've decided I'm worth it. (Those who need to know will understand.) I'm just as worthy as the next person, so bring it on! ^^



Also, I've been thinking up a number few Teen Horror Movies I'd like to watch.
List as follows:

• I Don't Know What You Did Last Summer, And I Sure As Hell Don't Care
• Brightness
• I Still Don't Know What You Did Last Summer, And I Can't Care Less
• Halloween: Just Stay At Home With A Cup Of Hot Cocoa
• Pinkness Engulfs
• The Forgiveness - Now With Real Plot
• The Evil's On Vacation - Milla Jovovich Grows Boobies Instead
• The Token Black Guy Survives!
• Without Destination - Death Has Better Things To Do

Well, that's all, folks.

Woohoo! They finally pulled the Cuddy card!

Been waiting for that since season 1. Although it probably means they used up the last interesting plot twist. I mean it has been there all along, waiting, building up...

But I shall enjoy it while it lasts. ^^

Wow, so much is happening in one day!

So, if I go to the "priests and prostitutes" Halloween party, I'm gonna wear my high-collared coat-thingy, that looks pretty priesty, and under that I shall wear the most whorish outfit ever (well, whatever useful I can find in my clothes cupboard anyway) with as much boobies as possible without actually showing nipple.

Also, I shall wear much mascara just for fun.

I already have an outfit picked out for that possibility.

...holy crap, I sound like a brainless twit. Gods save me. *facedesk*


On a completely different note: I've come face to face with my high school crush today.

Well.... he's still as ugly as ever. But I liked him for that back in the days. At least he didn't greet me. It would've been the most awkward moment of my life. Or one of them anyway.

Awwww, way too cute!

Can I has hug too plz? I don't mind either of them... or both. *grin*

Apparently, I'm in possession of an evil stone. (Or so I'm told.)

Yipee.

Well, I wouldn't say it is nice. But it works for me. It is the first stone I fell asleep holding and was still in my hand when I woke up in the morning, and trust me, I have a tendency to fall asleep holding stones of some kind.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not a crystal-freak, or a gemstone-freak even. But I like them. They are pretty and I do believe it lifts my mood if I have one or two on me now and then.

About their healing properties... well, everybody believes what they want. I say what I said above: there are times when having one on me makes me think it actually makes a difference. But most of all they are pretty, and I'm made of female so... duh.

Anyway, back to the stone. I actually do feel something. I did think it wasn't the most benevolent of things to put it nicely. I also bought it from a small gift booth in a place people consider to be the globe's belly button.

And of course I had to test my sleeping with the stone and lo and behold, I've slept through 5 nights with it in my hand, and I never dropped it through my sleep even once. Now if I wanted to point out a strange thing, that's one. I always drop whatever I'm holding in my hand during the time I sleep, and of course end up clutching the pillow or well... another body instead. *slight leer*

Oh well. But I must say I had some pretty weird, dark and foreboding dreams while I held the stone in my hands throughout the night. Interesting. Call me weird but I want more of that.

Good news. I'm learning to be nice, caring and utterly detached.

So far I'm not really good at the robot mode, but I'm working on it.

Have a nice day! *perfect smile*

I've walked all over the city for a bloody birthday gift (no offense, you know who I'm talking to), but of course it was no use. The book is unavailable in the whole frikkin country. Of course they offered to send me a price check and ship it here from across the globe but it'd take months.

Then I've found it online, in the city, for a reasonable price. Hallelujah.

Well, at least I got a nice workout and broke in my new, super soft pashmina scarf. *purrr* I also wandered about on one side of the Danube. The weather was nice, although the wind was a bit chilly, and there was a bit of fog, but still, it was fun. I'll take my pleasures where I can.
I also walked over one of the bridges and took pictures of Saint Gellert. The waterfall and the statue is surrounded by trees in autumn colours, which is very catching. The not-really-fog fog was a bit of a bother but I will try to download my pics in a while and see if they could be used or not. I always wanted to go there in full sunshine to take better photos, but it was not to be. *sigh*

And as an utterly non-related topic: I have apparently lost a friend. Sad, but it happens. I guess the distance was a bit much, or maybe he's not the kind of person to keep his friends. I'm sad, because I hate losing friends, but I won't keep those who want to leave.

I know I know, I've become a cold person. Bite me.

Hey, I've learned a new actor name! (Yup, fresh out of any kind of interesting news, sorry.)

I franly don't care much about celebrity names. (I get the occassional weird stare when I look blankly at people and have no idea who they are talking about.) But I remember names like Terence Hill, Bud Spencer, Whoopi Goldberg... because I loved their movies. I even remember Chuck Norris *shudder* because it always comes up in jokes but other than those... not much remains stuck in my head.

Oh, and of course there's Bloom, my dear friend's dream guy, and... well, there's Johnny Depp. But I prefer Captain Jack Sparrow, thanks very much.

...now that I've mentioned this many, I'm thinking I'm not that bad with names after all... heh...

But anyway, I looked up who played the hero (actually, it's on one of the piccies in the post before *headdesk*), Takezo Kensei. He really reminds me of Terence Hill.

Now I never really liked blond guys so don't get me wrong, but I have a soft spot for certain bad guys with that same smile Terence Hill has (Is he still alive? Will have to check...). I guess I've watched too many of his movies when I was a kid. ^^ But I'm pretty sure I never thought he was hot, just very very cute, like a kid. He has that really enthusiastic smile. I really like his smile.

But anyway, back to David Anders. I won't say he's hot. I'd be lying. But I find him really cute. Like a kid. And he also has that boyish grin. Actually, I think it's his grin and well, grimaces that caught me. I plan on sketching it sometime.

I used to draw with coal a lot. Not these days because I just don't feel like it and I have other things to do. But I used to draw faces and bodies and well, all kinds of inanimate objects as well.

I had a classmate in highschool, who was extremely ugly. But I loved his face. It gave him character, I guess. He looked like a mix between a frog and a wolf, with pumpkin teeth. You know, the kind that pumpkin heads have with lots of spaces between teeth. Well I loved to draw him too.

Well, it was so easy to draw him, and I really liked the feel of coal instead of graphite. Drawing was always an excuse to chill out. I remember we had this great group of totally insane artists in training. We were holed up in the castle district in a huge, airy, full of light old room on top of one of the castle buildings and created the silliest stuff. Ok, make that creative.

Like we used some goey glue and paint and whatnot to create old fashioned slides. Then we dug out our old crayons and drew only with a limited amount of colour, forming thought patterns and dream sequences in one, or used only letters to create a picture. I remember writing Poe to form a guy with his finger held in a shushing motion. Yep, those were the days...

In loving memory... lol...

Sooooo true ^^Well, a shirtless Adam would be even better, but I'd settle for a live one. Sniff.

Taken from a fangirl's site.

Tim Kring is a dead man walking.

Well, that's what I'd like to imagine. I hope he gets tortured by fans worldwide, because what he did to Heroes' Season 3 just proved he's a huge idiot.

• First he destroys all the maturing Hiro has done through all of Season 1 and 2.
  
  
• Then he makes Mohinder, a scientist with a brain use something on himself he never tried out if it works or not. Like hell he would. Also, he gets saddled with burning jealousy for powers, a jealousy he never exhibited in Season 1 and 2.
  
  
• After that, Sylar just up and starts to change without any cause. Kinda fucks up the whole cause-effect thing. It's completely without reason. Oh pleeease.
  
  
• Then the Parkman arc. Very boring, very stupid... actually I would have liked to watch paint peel instead. Or dry even.
  
  
• And then he plays the "I'm your parent (this time it's father)" card again. It's attempt no.4 throughout the Seasons. (Claire's real mother, Claire' real dad, Parkman's dad, and if we want, we can event count the I'm your uncle thing of Peter's)
  
  
• And then attempt no. 5 with papa Petrelli. YUCK!
  
  
• And last, he kills off Adam Monroe the most OOC (out of character) way possible. The guy who livened up Season 2 and who could have made Villains interesting. The guy dies begging for his life! Oh come on. It's so disgusting. There goes the only character I watched the show for this season.

So as of the end of episode 6 of Season 3, Heroes is officially dead to me.
Good riddance.

I hope that idiot gets the worst rating possible.

Great questions about Heroes that have been plaguing my mind:

• What the hell happened to that woman Peter took to the future and why's he angsting about her? Why not just jump there to the future and take her back? It'd take like... 10 mins.
  
  
• What happened to all those pheromones between Mohinder and Sylar? I mean all through season one it looked pretty much like sexual tension. I was just sitting there, staring and thinking "when will they finally jump each other's bones and get on with the show?".
  
  
• When did a respectable congressman's wife have time to secretly get pregnant and give the baby away? Also: why?! (Yeah, I'll bet they'll try to concoct a plot about Company's orders and whatnot. If it was a plan, besides it being too silly to mention, it backfired in the most ironic way.)
  
  
• Why not just make Hiro a girl, and have him/her finally do Ando and later on Adam/Kensei? I mean come on, it's worse than the Mohinder/Sylar thing! You can even see the sparks go off. And the angst! You can never forget all that angst. (Oh and by the way, hands up those who think season 3 episode 04 ended before the coffin-sex scene.)

Ok, I suck. And it takes a friend's mistake to make me realize it.

So here it is: I suck.

I have been... well, technically in love with a guy for no apparent reason for a long time now. (Well, love is a word I don't like to use in regards of persons, because it tends to invoke images of over-passionate feelings and idiotic tendencies.)

I guess I have been clinging to the idea because... well, it's not easy meeting guys like him. Although the more guys I know I realize they do tend to disappear from time to time for no apparent reason. Also, we had similar tastes, but oh well. That's just one thing I like in a man... Well, the dark hair too... But dark hair is... well... not difficult to produce. (Hah... tell that to my dad... uhm... right, wigs produce hair too ^^ )

Anyway, waiting for a guy to get the frikkin clue is completely hopeless as I've realized. So is hoping they take the initiative. It's no fun if I have to attack my guy if I want to get any kind of (mild or less mild) action ever. I mean hey, is even a kiss less than to be expected?!

Oh well, sorry, I seem to have wandered off the path here.

So. To hell with idiots who can't decide things on their own. I'm going to go alpha male hunting. If they can actually read a book from cover to cover, and don't grunt much, they'll do. I'll let them drag me to their lair and... we shall see. *.~

Is it a good or a bad sign that I started writing again?

Of course not the chess one, that story needs a bit of a plot in it. And I seriously need to work on the bits.

I'm working on some of the old ones, with a different touch. Somehow they always turn out gloomy and depressed with no way out. Well, no way that leads you out of any of them relatively sane or in one piece.

I wonder if it's because of me. I mean sure, it's me writing it, but... why? Am I that hopelessly depressed on my own that I can't pull it together for a happy ending? Or am I just simply depressed and need a good kick or two to leave my emo feelings behind? (Gods, the very idea that I'm emo is horrible.) Or maybe it's the medicine talking... well, writing? Or is it the story itself, or even my hate for pink, fluffy happy endings?

Oh and speaking of which, the homeopathic medicine is fishy. So I shall post this now and relocate to the toilet, because it seems like I'm allergic to the pills... and my dinner would like to greet the world sooner than expected. Well, at least it moisturizes my throat as described.

And Here's to Him

You have probably no idea who I'm talking about. Very few of my friends know about him. Mostly because I prefer to be viewed as sane. Of course it depends on different views and beliefs. (Were I'm from a different country... well... sorta, it'd be perfectly all right. I'd even get a pat on my back...) And of course because he's special.

So who's he? Well. The ones who know him know, so does he himself, and the rest shall wonder because I really prefer to stay out of the insane ward, thanks very much. ^^;

Still, I wanted to say thank you because being bedridden, with a really runny nose, blocked ears and unable to talk is sometimes the most annoying and unbearable thing. To me. But he kept me company and told me stories. And hey, being entertained is really the best on these occasions.

So, thanks. It really means the world to me. Come back and hang out with me when I'm not partly delusional from the fever, the rum and all that medicine.

A few days later...

Well, seems like my new allergy medicine (which is a variant of the one I used before, the one that made me a hysterical bitch by messing with my hormonal balance) is not perfect either. Seems like my bouts of depression and hysterics come from that (as well as my darling relatives who use me as stress relief... but hey, I give as good as I get).

Oh well. Started taking Aerius. Can't say it works that well.

I also seem to have caught some nasty flu-thingy. My throat hurts in any case. I'm told it's crying out for penicillin. Seems like I'll go to the doc tomorrow.
Meeep.

I decided I either developed some strange depression problem all thanks to my hormonal turmoil (well, I'm a woman, I have something like that monthly), or my life has hit rock bottom (I hate this word -> ) emotionally.

So I figured some thinking would be in order, but not sure it'd help. So if anybody has a better way how one can figure out their lives, mail me.

In the meantime I'll be off visiting some graves.

I was pondering...

While watching some gory horror flicks, I began to wonder how much blood a man can lose, before getting light-headed and fainting. Or even dying out of sheer blood loss.

If you watch any horror flick, you'll see that we are prolly some kind of übermensch, because people on the screen bleed out double the amount of blood a normal human is supposed to have - and walk away like nothing happened.

Maybe we should re-check if the doctors were right...?

Arrrrrrrrrrr!

Happy Talk Like a Pirate Day, me mateys!

Relatives...

Ok, so I'm 25. I've been told that so many times I'm heading for major depression.
My grandma called too, to tell me when she was that old, she already had a few months old baby.

So I've just got my diploma last week, currently jobless (but hunting for one), without a husband (thank the gods!), but hey, who wants to knock me up for granny to be happy?
Make it... great-granny then?

I want my summer back!!

Lookie What I Made

Ingredients were: tamagoyaki (used zweigelt instead of mirin), cucumbers, smoked salmon, wasabi, apples.

And let me tell you, it was yummy! (And lasted for a day. Lucky me, smoked salmon does not go bad. ^^ )

But had to use the new nori, as the old one has gone bad. Shame.

Searching for Jesus

New Firefox

I've done a stupid thing. I said ok, download it. And my comp did it.

And then... I saw... New designs! And the trashing of my poor faves toolbar. Whoever did this ought to have a few hard trashings bestowed on him too.

Has he not heard of the saying: what ain't broke don't fix it? Prolly he just ignored it. Well I'm saying an old thing that has been good for centuries is not to be changed overnight for the same reasons women did not just switch their corsets and knee-long skirts for miniskirts in an instant. If you want a change, do it gradually, because otherwise all you get is chaos. And annoyed customers.

I liked my buttons looking like that and that godsdamned stupid idiot went and changed them into some futuristic nightmare! Who the fuck asked for that?!
Then he goes and murders my faves list. No thanks, I prefer my faves list alphabetically, organized by folders and a few drifters on the top (also in alphabetic order with the folders included) so I can quickly check in on stuff with the topmost links. I had it organized! And then comes and idiot and murders my poor system!

Could someone please tell the idiots they just disembowelled a good thing there?

Side Effects

I've read over the side effects lists of my medicines again.

Muddled thinking and sleepyness is in there, as usual, but it also lists paranoia.

I guess I can say I'm resting easier because I know now that I'm not going insane. I was getting a bit edgy about being paranoid.

Also, bed temper and depression is listed as well. I've shouted at some people already for not much reason so I'm guessing I've got that too.

I'm also getting some unwelcome hair grow in many places that is... well, not my head. It's annoying as hell, but at least not that much, yet. (Superstitious knocking on wood surface.)

All in all... I'm alive and so far I have not scratched my eyes out. Yipeee.

ooops

Yup, ooops. I kind of wasn't here most of the time, was I?

I mean I've beend reading this. No work, still. I am trying but I either know too much or I have no experience or both. Funny that. >.<

Also, I've been enjoying the summer and my frikkin allergies, damn them and all. I'm up to my ears in medication, I feel muzzy and woozy and my head is full of cotton and I feel like crap and I'm still sneezing. Sometimes I wonder if it's even worth it or not.

Love life? What's that? I mean most of the guys I know are either useless bums, too far away, would never work out or the exes of my friend(s). The rest, who are neither don't even realize I'm alive. Yipeee.

Also... when would I have time to have a love life? When I'm half-dead from the allerigies and medication, or when I'm a nervous wreck from my parents' nice advices and well-meant insults? Yeah, I'd be the perfect girlfriend, I'm sure of it.

Otherwise life is fun and yay, and all that.

Of Caves and Suchlikes

Ooookay. So I haven't written much the past few months. Sorry about that. Kinda busy and whatever.

So... Been having strange and interesting dreams again.
2 nights before or so I have been dreaming about working with computers in a small-ish room with a few fellow co-workers. In a top building in a tower, with foliage all around us. We were planning some kind of holiday in an artificial world. It was certainly intriguing.
I had a little peek. It was in a small town with huge towers and solid looking walls around the town. It gave me a feeling of peace and excitement. It was also close to twilight, and we were planning to hike up to somewhere in real life so we left. We wanted to do a ritual of some kind. (No, no blood letting, just spending some time around a campfire and doing... harmless stuff.)
So we camped out on a hill with twilight and big trees and lotsa greens and foliage and lots of hills around us, butt still somehow open and I had a sense of real peace. (No, it didn't give off a far away from civilization kind of feeling. It was more like a nature and civilization hand-in-hand feeling.)


Anyway, day before this night I've dreamt about being in a party, hunting someone. I felt like we were in Russia, although I don't know why. It was just a feeling. We were tracking by tram line tracks and a map. We were going on a long, wide and straight road. I remember our guide/leader telling us it'd take us 3 days to get to the next city. (It was mostly greens around us.)
Then we arrived at an abandoned factory building and we were searching it thoroughly so as to find the criminal.
I also had someone with me I ought to remember and perhaps I can. Not telling. I also had this strange feeling of being protected and being in a happy place.

Last night...
I've dreamt about a school that was overrun by soldiers. Of ignorant parents and idiots. Of newspaper people and all kinds of people. It was the grand opening of the new semester, and we were all there. And then war happened, and we sought refuge in the tunnels and cave system under the forlorn hill the school stood on. (I'm pretty sure it was that place I was looking for 2 days ago in a short dream sequence.) Anyway, I was with a small group of people, kids, grownups, all sorts, running around the cave systems. We also had a brochure that led us to a central cave, which was huge.
This central cave had a huge, tall ceiling with stained glass windows that were lit from the other side by electricity to give the impression it showed us the outside. It also had lots of paintings, new, old, ancient, prehistoric. All in harmony and side by side.
Our goup broke up and I was traveling with a small boy and the guy I was talking about in another dream. We also had a couple and maybe one more person, but they took another fork in the road and we were kind of lost, and so were they. I think the other person was blond, with short hair. I'm not sure.
Anyway, after a while we found a small, blue door (the caves were mostly grey and whitewashed fr some strange reason, and well-lit with electricity) and my partner went out. It was a tunnel that ended in a parking garage. He led the boy out and helped hi find his parents, and then came back and told me we should really examine the cave system more closely.

And then I woke up.

Well, since it's summer and all I came up with some pretty beaded accessories. Although this one is a bit more daring than the others. Guess why.

The dangling bit goes between the boobies, and thus catches more interest.

I also took down the photo of me wearing it because... it was indecent.

The Wish Day

I name this day the unofficial wish day.

And I shall start.

I wish I had a normal mother with a sense of style, a few working braincells, no alcoholism, who's not actually the most insufferable, disgusting and malevolent bitch in my family. (And trust me, my family is not as fun as it sounds... We have a shitload of insane bitches, for example me...)

I wish I could find an actual, long term job which does not require me to travel through the whole city for 2-3 hours and actually pays ok. Well, I'm working on it, honest. It's just hard to get your first job without any experience. Oh boy...

I also wish I did not have allergies and asthma, so I could actually leave this frikkin flat and not feel like my lungs have been torn out, that my eyes are so itchy even clawing them out would be an impovement and that I'm suffocating in general. Joy of joys, I tell you.

I also wish I didn't have this urge to curse people, because it's pretty hard not to. But I am so not going to curse without reason. Things go bad when you do.

At the moment... that's it. Feel free to add more.

Working is *FUN*! - Part 1

Right. Since I'm still waiting for my dreamjob while I don't have a stable one, I accepted a 2-day job to organize papers. This is the story of how it happened.

Day 1

I arrived early. It was... in the middle of the city. Like... about a half hour travel with mostly anything I could have got on that took me in that direction. And I didn't want to be late, hence my earlyness.
I finally found the place. Peep show on one side, sleazy bar on the other side... in front of me (behind me the door to the big, old, tattered building) a huge construction site with a half- finished huge building. With lots of noise. Oh joy.

I pushed the button once. No reaction. I pushed it a second and third and... you get my meaning. Still nothing. After a while some people came out so I ran in to the second floor, where this foundation thingy was. That part of the corridor was locked with a cheap wrought iron door, so I was stuck. I started waiting around.
After about 20-30 mins and old man came out and started bitching to me about why I don't go down and wait at the street-door where I am supposed to, that's why they have these little door bells with speakers. I *looked* at him and asked "Shall I go down again to call them then?" I also added that it does jolly good to my asthmatic lungs to sniff all the construction work's trash. He huffed, he puffed, and shambled away, shaking his head. I was a good girl and refrained from kicking him down the stairs.
Then the door I was pretty much standing in front of opened and an old woman peeked out and asked me what I was looking for. I told her I was here to work for the foundation, but they stood me up. And I didn't really feel like waiting next to the peep Show sign. She understood. She told me they were nice people so they shall come by sometime.
That's when I phoned the guy who sent me here, and I actually got a response. Not to mention that as soon as I put the phone down, my new boss arrived. He was migtily apologetic. He said he had a good weekend. (Duh. So did I, but I managed to wake up.)

Anyway, we went in, and he started stacking up the stacks of papers I should put in order. I got scared. But I started working. Sometimes I had to go and ask but I pretty much started sorting thestuff out.
Then, whenever I was ready, he came in and put more stuff on my desk to sort out. I was very *very* miserable Cinderella. But oh well, work is work.
And then he came in and told me I should look out for this and this, and if I found any I should put them somewhere else. - When I was finished with lots and have put them away neatly.

So he wanted me start all over from the beginning yet again?
LIKE HELL, GODSDAMNIT!

I just kept quiet, nodded and decided I shall be faaaar away when the shit hits the fan. Hopefully. They weren't paying me enough for this.

The guy came in and went. He was walking around with his mobile phone surgically attached to his ear. He was angry with a guy who talked bad about him on some forums so he wanted them to block and ban him form the community. So he called various people to tell them not to protect said person and that he shall kick him out so hard...
Then he sat down, watching while I worked and started bitching. I nodded and worked. (I still believed I had a chance to leave early if I actually completed the jobs. hah!)

Anyway, after loads of work, I went to have dinner. He said he shall be here, I don't have to worry. So I went, ate and came back as soon as I could. Till that time someone had shat on the doorstep of the street-door, and left some dirty newspapers lying about. Cute.

I pressed the button on the bell. Guess what? Nobody was home. So there I was, standing between a sleazy pub, a peep show, right next to a big, ugly pile of poop and got stared at by lazy construction workers, who started to look more and more hopeful by the minutes. So after some bitching I went, bought beads at one of my fave beadstores, which was like... 2 minutes from this workplace, 3 if you counted the streetlamp. When I got back, he was back. He decided to eat out too. Seems like I could have had lunch for an hour or so.

Then he decided he should leave (he was always, *always* running up and down like some batshit crazy caged animal), and leave all up to his co-worker or whatever, a girl who just arrived. She was nice. Real nice. We talked. She came, sat beside me and she talked while I packed away stuff.

And I was able to leave nearly on time... Although we talked nearly for an hour afterwards. ^^

And when I was leaving the frikkin construction workers started singing to me and tried to flirt. I pretty much ignored them, but it still made me... eugh...

Alcohol induced weird dreams

Yesterday I was getting sick (sore throat and all the fun stuff) so I took the advice and drank alcohol. The drink had 32% alcohol in it, so I ended up pretty wobbly. So I went to bed.

And had a weird dream.

Ok, the first part is a bit foggy. It was either a class reunion thingy (like the one I'm threatened to be invited) or a family reunion. Well, both cases had a few peeps in my dream.
So as I mentioned, I don't remember much. All I do remember is getting a pizza and the teacher, who was at the same time my relative giving me half the money and telling me to ask the other half from the others. And I was pretty angry at her.
Anyway, I was going up to the first floor when a storm came (search me) and went, and the teacher sent me up (I was going up anyway) to tke a look at the others if they were ok.

Now there must have been some time anomaly between the two floors, because it was days after the storm up there. Again, search me.
I put the pizza down and ate some before looking through the first door, which actually was open and looked into the first room.
A dead bird was near the entrance and I pretty much freaked out, but after a bit of calming down I looked again. Further in the room was an old lady on the floor, sleeping, and on the other side of the room a dead... well, what looked like an angel. (That really shocked me.) It looked like a guy, hod two huge white wings, although he was lying on his back. His body had specks of blood all over it and a white cloth was thrown over his face and upper body.

I went to the next room and got further shocks. The first body was actually... a carcass... or more like a bloody skeleton. There were some very small bits and pieces of meat stuck to it, and it was pretty disgusting. Paralell to it was the body of an old classmate (my second time dreaming about him, but I actually never liked him much as he was a stupid, agressive idiot) who looked like he was alive, but not in the best conditions. When I asked him what happened to the guy next to him he wheezed out that he died. (Duh. I never met many walking skeletons.)
It turns out the guy was hungry, the other guy was seriously hurt and what the hell, he ate him. I think the othr guy was then already dead.

Anyway, the ones from down came up, took the dead bodies, took the live bodies and we went on a roadtrip burying the bodies.

Weird dream, eh? I'm still mostly surprised by the angel.

If I get old and crazy, please shoot me

Well, I had my concerns meeting the old folk back at the remote little village my grandpa crawled out from... and it turns out with good reason.

They are a crazy bunch. They are batshit crazy. (At least I know where this madness comes from.)
They are old (naturally). A bunch of fossils sitting around, waiting for the young to arrive... But first things first...

We arrived, laden with clothes to change into. We went into a little room, trying to dress up for the funeral. Of course a couple of old gramps walk in and sit down on the couch, staring at us, trying to start a conversation while we tried to recover from the shock. Perverted much?

Well, we tried to ask them to leave. They said not to bother. Well fuck. I didn't give them the satisfaction, and pulled my skirt over my head and pulled my pants down from under the skirt without showing skin. Hah. The dirty old geezers have much to learn. Btw, have I added that it was frikkin disgusting? No? Well it was.

After that a couple of old folks glomped me, trying to start a conversation but luckily people arrived at all times and I had made my escape.

The funeral was mostly crap. Old bitches took my spot (nobody knew them but sure they had to take the spots of the family, which they obviously weren't. And they were morally outraged that we wanted our spots back. Oh, we horrible, disgusting brutes!)
Anyway... I was forced back into the last row where the flowers were so I was half blind and my nose totally clogged up from the allergies when the priest finished. Well, he sucked. He talked about Mother Theresa and a great Hungarian writer, but totally failed to link it or even mention my godmother. We all thought he was just your usual stupid Catholic priest. Turns out he was a relative. I could have spit in his bloody stupid face.

After the funeral... we ate. The food... ick, let's not talk about the food, I'm still trying to forget it.

After we went back to get our stuff and run out of there: We were caught! I changed back into my jeans and pullover, and I peeked out. At least 7 hungry pair of eyes looked back: all the old folk wanted me to spill thewir woes and their stories about backache and to generally make me a good listener. I ran back. They called out to me to please come out and sit beside them. They even got into a fight as in who gets to sit next to me and whine. Oh joy.

Well, I had to crawl out eventually, and I got swarmed by the batshit crazy folk. Who talked my ear off, asked me questions but didn't give a flying bat's arse of how I was, if I even remembered them or had any general idea of who they were. No, I was there to listen. Well, hell no.
So we had to sit down, all of us and listen. We tried to leave 3 times, but they started to talk again. Then we finally left, but they sank their claws in us and told us we absolutely *had* to visit them again, soon.

HELL NO! *with passion*

Please. If I ever get this crazy, please shoot me. I mean it. It would be a huge good deed.

Dubai

You know... after looking at pictures of Dubai and reading about its history (the most recent one, about how big it became and how much money was involved...) I decided I really wanna live there.

One drawback tho: I'm female and we all know how they treat women over there.

And this made me think about how it would be funny to create a matriarchal country just to spite men. Bwahahaha...

Still, it'd be nice to live and work there. All sunny and pretty...

Well... Just to recap...

I'm still having the weirdest dreams.

I'm still looking for a job, and hoping against hope to get this one because it really really interests me. It would be a really exciting one too. Being the link between foreigner workers and the firm. Meaning if the foreigners get moved about and they have any kind of problem, they call me. I write it down and pass it on, do the follow-up, as in asking if the problem was solved and if they are happy or not. It's also closeby, in the city.
I seriously, seriously want this job. >.<

Ah yes. My folks are still pissing me off (and vice versa), but this long weekend away from each other helped a great deal. We shall see how it goes from there.

My friends are bonkers, most of them that is. The one I should have kept banned got banned yet again. Still, keeping him banned would have solved things on so many levels. He's an obsessive idiot.
He has trouble accepting this, although since 2 girls have banned him (no, wasn't talking about me, hehe) he started to think that maybe I do have some sort of... truth in my words.
Anyway, he's hard to deal with. He is... obsessive in everything he does. I ask him to let up, he doesn't. I had to get some peace and quiet so I banned him for the remainder of the night.
I'm afraid unless he changes now, he's not going to change ever. And I won't be able to take this much longer in any case.

With that said, I think I'll go and make sushi. ^^

Zsámbék and Basilisk

Today we went to Zsámbék. It has an old church ruin that we wanted to see and walk a bit in the nice weather. So we visited the ruins, the turkish fountain (which was a load of rubbish, full of graffity and trash, another old church and an Immaculata statue.

Actually, it was fun, save for the horrid nausea I had the whole trip thanks to my carsickness. But I really liked it. I also got to use my tourist-guide thingy, so yay.

What else... Oh yes. I came back and actually started liking Basilisk a bit. Now that they are less and less, plotting comes in, and... yup, I love plotting. It makes the show interesting.

I also found myself a fave charcter. The tactician. (That guy. Bite me.) Or if there were one, he would be it. He is the one who has the ability to take on the looks of other people. His disguise also includes the voice, so he's quite smooth.

His fave thing is to infiltrate the enemy, get close to someone and rile them up against the enemy. Like... he told his "comrade" who killed her love, so she ran blindly to confront said person in battle. (Ok saying the killer's art does not work on women helped.) Thing is the guy uses his brain! And he misleads and uses deceit as his biggest weapon. How sweet is that?

Oh, and he's pretty cute too.
(And just to rile people up, I'll try to include a pic with all the ninja in it.)

Basilisk: scuse me, I crowed too early

Correction.

The badass bad guy is still alive. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh! What does it take to murder this utter bastard? He's crap. As in ruining what I could still enjoy about this crap. Grrrrrr.

Basilisk yet again

Ok. Instead of bitching about friends being pains in the backside when doing stuff that inconveniences me on more levels I could count... and instead of bitching about guild politics that pisses me off completely...

...I shall talk more about Basilisk.

I still think it's crappy. It had one, decent sub-sub-plot with a tragic death (What else is there but death?), but it was almost instantly gone.

(FYI: Guy1 was in love with girl.
Guy1 attacked guy2, because that enemy clans thing.Guy1 got pathetically killed.
Guy2 assumed guy1's looks and infiltrated village. And met girl.
Girl was already worried sick so she was overjoyed. She got lovey-dovey, while guy2 realized whom he had killed. (PG-12 rated) Girl found out guy1 got killed, swore she would kill guy2.
Then after a few days guy2 met girl while disguised as teammate. Girl said she'll recognize guy2 anytime anywhere... and did. Battle ensued, guy2 killed girl. Girl fell down from cliff.
Turns out, guy2 kinda liked girl. And guy2 watched as the girl's butterflies fluttered up into the rainy night sky. *sniff* Well, at least it was original.)

And then all that was lost when they put a frikkin rape scene in! Godsdamnit, but it wasn't rated hentai! Anyway, at least the big bad guy got killed. Finally. He was getting on my nerves. He had fugly hair, rotten personality and ego the size of Godzilla. Or more like Tokyo. Same deal. He was the unoriginal bad guy. Evil, rotten to the core and... ok, I admit, kinda hot. *sigh*

Still gonna get deleted.

Basilisk in a nutshell

After watching 6 eps of Basilisk (1/4 of the whole anime) I've come to a conclusion: it pretty much reminds me of Ninja Scroll.

The art is pretty nice, but needs a bit of getting used to. Just like Kazuya Minekura's, the faces look a bit similar. But still it's nice art. (Trust me, I've seen much much much worse.) On the bright side, it has lotsa hot guys. Yay for the hormones!

So... what the series lacks is an original plot. Not kidding.
So far the plot consists of: badass, crafty ninjas murdering each other in big showdowns because they are sworn enemies, meaning they come from different hidden villages/clans.
But... let's face it, since Naruto it's pretty much old news. And Naruto is much cuter and much much more interesting. And less recycled.

They also introduced a love story sub-plot between the two heads of the opposing ninja clans. (Male and female respectively, don't start to freak out now.)
But since Romeo and Juliet it's also pretty old news. Not to mention the original was better in every aspect.
Oh yes, it also pretty much means that the guy (the sucker) getting unintentionally lied to by the girl, thanks to her eeeeevil subordinates who want to murder the guy who went over to be their guest (how stupid can you get, godsdamnit?!). The girl by the way is beyond stupid, clueless and even platinum blonde. She's practically braindead. She starts to simper one more time and I lose it. >.<

So... as first impressions go, this one will get deleted as soon as I finish it or get so annoyed that i stop in the middle. It makes me miss Sci-Fi harry's horrid, jumbled plot about an evil organization that turns out to be consisting of all humanity agains all psychics. It was that bad. Trust me.

But on the bright side... it (Basilisk) has nice music.

*sigh*

I've started watching Basilisk.

Random Naruto Madness

Got attacked by random browsing. And found this. And filled it out. -.-;

-Naruto-
This or That
Naruto or Kabuto?:	Naruto!
Lee or Gai?:	Lee...
Shikamaru or Kiba?:	Shikamaru!
Gaara or Jiraiya?:	Gaara
Lee or Gaara?:	both?
Temari or Tenten?:	Temari!
Kankuro or Kabuto?:	Kankuro!
Tsunade or the third? (best hokage):	third
Sasuke or Itachi?:	neither
Sakura or Ino?:	uhm...
Naruto or Sasuke?:	Naruto!
Neji or Hinata?:	hard to choose
Hinata or Ino?:	neither
Haku or Gaara?:	Gaara
Random Questions.
So you get to meet Naruto, and get to say /one sentance/. What would it be?:	Could you pleeease drop the orange?
You can take the position of one character for three days. Who?:	Sakura
Why?:	She has 2 hot teammates.
If you could date one character, who would it be?:	Gaara
You enter the Naruto world. First, which country do you live in?:	Fire
And while you're there, pick two teammates.:	kinda obvious... Naruto and Sai
Were those choices because they were strong, or your favourites? Reasoning?:	both
You get to dye Sasuke's hair any colour. Colour?:	pink just for the hell of it
Give Gaara a rating from 1 to 10.:	9
What about Shino?:	5
Dosu or Zaku?:	who are those again?
Did you actually like that Kin girl?:	who?
Do you find Hinata adorable? :B:	no, she's a total sissy
What about Haku? o::	not my type
If you could have one characters signature power, what would you pick?:	Sai's power
What about if I limited that to Sharingan or Byakugan?:	both?
Chidori or Rasengan, perhaps?:	Rasengan, duh.
And what if you could have ALL of one character's moves?:	would be really nice
Rate opening theme 1 on a scale of 1-10:	6
Opening theme 2.:	7
Rate Itachi on a scale of 1-10.:	0
Do you like Kisame?:	no
Do you read fanfics?:	sometimes
Do you write fanfics?:	not anymore
Draw fanart?:	no
If you could, would you choose to be a ninja?:	in in alternate universe... maybe...
If no, why?:	because it's deadly?
If yes, even if you'd get hurt? Chance death?:	that's why the maybe... medical staff is always needed :P
As a ninja, would you learn to summon a frog or a dog?:	sure
What song on your itunes/ipod/cds suits Sasuke the most?:	that freak of nature? none thanks
Naruto the most?:	uhhh... Mezamero Yasei?
Gaara the most?:	*shrug*
Which character would you marry?:	top of the list is Shikamaru... then Kakashi... and Iruka is there somewhere too... too bad Asuma's married/dead
Which character would you be close friends with?:	Naruto
Which character would you kill?:	Sasuke, with immense pleasure (pain and torture on his part)
I feel like I'm leaving someone out.
I'd better wrap this up.
Doesn't Chouji rock?:	That he does. He's totally cute!
If you said yes, you rule! What do you have to say about that?:	he's the sweetest thing ever
How many 'favourites' do you have?:	I'd need my toes for that... let's say...16 give or take a dozen
How many characters are on your 'hate/hit list'?:	the only one I think of as human crap is Sasuke
You Narutard.
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Weird dreams

Ok, this one really weirded me out, and no, I did not go to bed with a full stomach. Quite contrary...

Anyway I went to a class reunion. Half the people I recognized, although they were a mix of primary and secondary school people I knew. Not all were from my class to boot.

Anyway... I've met an old... flame of mine there, who... during the dream's course ended up in interesting places.

No matter where I went I came across him hanging on to dear life from some depth or another, like... from a cliff, third storey... it was pretty weird. More so because he was pretty much indifferent to it all, not at all scared. Weird.

And I always ended up giving him my hand which he calmly accepted and pulled him up. (I did it at least 3 times... uh-oh.)

Also, I've met some other guy who I'm pretty sure wasn't my classmate... or maybe he was just at least 3 different persons' characteristics rolled into one, so I wasn't able to decide who he was.

Anyway, they both came to the flat and wanted to hog me (totally not sure if there was some romantic inclination in it, but if there was, I so need to get laid, because ick...) so I got pissed and scared and just majorly icked and left the flat waiting for my mom to chase them away. (Ha ha, very funny indeed.)

What worries me is the 3-times thing. I'm pretty sure it was 3 times. *gulp*

Yuck Yuck Yuck Yuck Yuck!

OK, I admit it. I watched a hentai movie. (But never ever ever again. Not even the one certain people call the "penis-gun"... the one I promised I'll watch.... bceause it's said to be a parody of hentai stuff. Yeah. I'm talking about you. Don't you dare show your face for decades or I kick you in the jewels for this. Repeatedly. For hours!!)

But... a friend linked me to it. (Yup, that one. The one I'll kick in the soft parts.) He said I should watch it because it's more hilarious and sick than perverse. (Hah! I should have murdered him right there and then!)

Actually, it's both. Or... all of the above, really. I'm still feeling a load of nausea.

I cannot stress enough my disgust over misused billiard balls, poor, harmless vegetables, cardboard boxes, a washing machine, a hoover, a bell for any god's sake who dares to listen and watch this nightmare... and some more veggies. Yeah... too many veggies.

I doubt I'll ever recover my sanity and be able to play billiards or eat vegetables again.

So far I'm completely put out and wonder what sick mind has come up with such a twisted, sick, sick, DEPRAVED idea.

Gods, this was utterly disgusting. I wish they sold soap for the mind.

This is utter revulsion.

200 and going

Yay! Message 200. *throws confetti*

To mend or not to mend

I wonder if you can try to make up now for something you've done months ago.

In my book you just can't.

I might be called a bastard, but at the moment I feel like I just can't ignore something that made me doubt my friendship. Even if the culprit is sorry now and wants to mend it... There are some things that can't be mended.

Especially not if it happened weeks or moths ago. If someone feeels sorry, they should go and apologize then... or the next day. Not after a long while.

And especially not stating "I'd do anything to make it up...".

Thing is, if anyone feels so sorry to say this... it shouldn't have taken them this long to come to this life-altering conclusion.

Ergo they should have done this a looong time ago, because now... it just sounds used and sad.

Attack of the bad dreams

Been dreaming some horrid, gorey stuff. Day before I dreamt about cleaning after a mass-murderer who happened to be an old friend (befoe his taste for murders emerged).

This night I've dreamt about raiding some underground place where kidnapped people got hacked into pieces or were cut to bleed out. It was a labyrynth, some of us were kidnapped and killed by bleeding out and hacked to pieces.

I haven't watched anything funny or gorey, haven't eaten much in these days and as far as I know never wanted to do these thing to anyone.

So ick.

Feeling Emo

Guess this is what it feels like when a friend abandons you. After I spent ages on poking him into a relatively normal emotional-state... he got a backbone, he got back with his friends.

First thing he does: he forgets me. He goes off and talks to me only when he's bored to tears or thinks he has love problems.

I seriously think this is sad. I don't think it's much fun staying friends with a bloke like that. I also feel used. Am I pathetic? (Yeah, utterly. Much more for emoing like that. I'm seriously doubting my sanity here.)

You know... a friend like that is no friend of mine.

This Übers Alles

Again from Baby's Named A Bad Bad Thing!

"I really like Freddie Prinze jr. and heard his father was famous and died tragically. What was his name?"

*Hysterically tearing hair out.* I really really wanna kill all idiots.

Zonked out

Still not in the mood to ditch out Sci-Fi Harry. It sucked, let it be enough.

Anyway. I'm also avoiding political issues inside my country and outside of it, since I can't do a single thing about them. Were I in a position to do so, I'd shoot every idiot in the head. See?

Sooo.... about global warming. Something like that happaned once already, or at least something that left Greenland green. I mean besides the old sources stating that it was green, what lunatic (besides me) would name an island full of ice and cold Greenland? Repeat after me: green. See? Not hard at all.

Also, if people were that worried about it, they would do something about it. Nah, they are not worries about it. Am I sure about that? Sure. Are they panicking? No. Then they are not properly worried.

Nowadays, worry means shit. We all worry about... world peace. So we help the most idiotic race of all, the Americans (that was a joke btw - just not the idiotic part) shoot people in Iraq. Sure. World peace my ass.

If it were up to me I'd let the suicide bombers duke it out with America. They reap what they sow, simple as that. While I don't go and hit every idiot on the head just because they deserve it, America attacks people left and right because they might have done something to deserve it. (Like have oil in their lands. Pathetic.)

And that's the end for today. I take my painkillers, drink some warm tea with honey and calm down.

Yes... I might talk about Harry later. But not now.

Yesterday I've found one of the best anime scenes ever. Well, in my point of view.
I'm not much, if you consider it.

Story goes: guy fucks up, so he goes to the group-head (pretty much like a yakuza), who's in a pool on top of the rooftop. It's night, the pool is lit from under the water, so all is blue and sparkly. Guy goes in, admits failure, places gun next to the pool and offers the lady to shoot him. (Btw, he's a lover-subordinate of the pretty much crazy lady.)

Lady swims there, takes the gun and asks "You think that I won't shoot?"... and proceeds to shoot him in the knees. He falls to the floor, woman drops gun into the water, no longer interested in it. (Oh, those who can afford it all...)

After shooting, she swims to the poolside again, touches the face of the suffering guy, tells him to get it sorted out, and then mutters "You can get some medical care for your knees after I have my fun." And drags him underwater with her, kissing him, while the guy trails blood after him in the poolwater.

I found the scene pretty. It's not the dominance, it's not the violence, it sure as hell not the blood or the implied pool-sex afterward. I just think that the scene is pretty hot.

Dunno why exactly. But the guy prolly has something to do with it too. ^^

Sci-Fi Harry

In-depth bitching later, now I have to say... wtfbbq?!

It just ended and I'm totally, utterly and completely dumbfounded. What the heck really happened at the end anyway?!

Now anime like this makes my blood boil, and not in the good way. It ended with something utterly confusing, making the end useless, since I can't figure out wtf happened.

I might have to hope that there is a manga with a more detailed end I could read.

Well, yippee. Another handful of hours wasted.

I could start with boy, am I pissed, and then go on about how life sucks and my parents are bastards (not in the hereditary sense).

It would be all true, but very boring, no?

There's so much time I can spend being utterly annoyed and totally pissed off.

So let's go on about dissing japanese men instead. ^^

For one thing, they are really small. It's a lie that they are taller now. Not by much. They are not tall enough for me. I'd prefer if my guy could reach the high shelf since I can't. (Yeah, this is why I only date tall men. Duh.)

Also, japanese idols are bloody bony. It's like they are starving themselves. The girls are worse, but seriously, japanese guys (not the geeks, I'm talking about guys who are considered good-looking) are little more than bones stuffed in skin. It's pretty scary.

Then... they all have emo-haircuts. Ick? Ok, the black hair is a given, but seriously... all emo? So laaaame. Guess it's the most popular haircut over there. *Sigh.*

What else? Oh yes. I saw a half-blood Japanese guy. I must admit I found him the most handsome... well, technically the only do-able person on the set. He's half Spanish, pretty young, and he had some muscle and flesh on him. Also some body-hair. (Japanese men look like little kids, they hardly ever have body-hair as far as I have seen.) Still, he was too young to interest me. *Looks up name.* Btw he goes by the name Shirota Yuu. He sure has pretty eyes.

Still, I have to mention that Kamikawa Takaya piqued my interest. In the drama he played the dangerously homosexual school-nurse. ^^ Still, he was really cute, even if he really didn't look much like the original in the manga. Him I really wouldn't mind getting as a present from Santa. (Although I liked him as the school-nurse.)

Anime Review

Right. Here is a guy who runs around all secret-like. Silent as night, blends in with the shadows like a pro and is very athletic, so jumping a few storeys up and down is nothing to him. Wowzers!

Thing is... there are a few things I feel I should mention.
Our Stealth Agent wears a glaring RED, long trenchcoat, runs around the city with a drawn katana, takes strolls on the side of tall buildings (being all horizontal), and jumps from building to building that are kms away and lands safely on their side. Nah, not weird at all. Also, he wears a funny hat. (The piccie is of said anime hero.)











Still, maybe it's just me. I mean it's Japan we are speaking of, and maybe people are doing those things all the time so it might be ok. Also, maybe people don't see glaring red colour as we do.

Anything is possible, no?

But... is it me or does he remind me strongly of someone of another vampire-based anime? Hmm... You be the judge.

(Second piccie is of Alucard. He sometimes has long black hair. And wears goggles.)

Yup, no kidding. They made a shameless and tasteless copy of Alucard (alias Dracula).


I do believe the original is much much hotter, anime-character-wise. ^^

Oh, and he also has a funny hat!