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!

Random Browsing Strikes Again!

This is for my niece, Dawn. She is expecting a baby girl in September. I suggested that they name her Dusk. What does everyone think?
I think her grand-daughter Nighttime would not approve. Or her grand-neices Afterhours and Graveyardshift.

Actually, I visited here again after some years. It still is as good as it was years before. Damn, she has that sarcasm I like. ^^

Source.

The End of The World and Other Funny Stories

So far I understood, the End of the World will come (insert eerie music). Demons shall became of humans and dragons will rise and fight the evil overlords for a piece of scorched, parched, polluted and destroyed lump of mud called Earth...

And it's the only game in town.

You so gotta see this.

Totally Reformed

Well, what normal people couldn't achive, a group of occultists just did.

I decided to stay on the path of normal people. I mean seeing that many insane, stuck up and not to mention scary people all grouped together, talking about dragons and demons and the end of the world and dying in the fight... Sheeesh.

It sure made a huge impact on me.

Seriously, I was thinking of calling the nice guys with the tailor-made white jackets. I mean sure, I had the odd thought or two (or more), but I never dreamed I was a dragon or some imaginary forest creature. It even entered my mind to become a religious Catholic jut to escape the insanity... and repent.

These people are too far gone to realize that if they indeed came to this Earth to do things in disguise, they would have to blend in, and not be total oddballs. More so if they are indeed getting ready for some badass fight or another. (Nah, they are just living in their own little world and... I hope never to cross path with most of them. There is one I wanna cross paths tho. And I want to stuff his nuts down his throat and enjoy seeing him swallow them.)

No. Actually I think they were insane, and nothing else. One or two of them sure was nice, but I felt like I was under interrogation most of the time. And I do NOT enjoy that. (During it I was listing the mental illnesses they must have.)

Also, I'm taking down my dream blog for this reason. I feel my dreams are my own concern, and so far too many have been privy to them. I do not enjoy hearing them back, warped by a third party, molded to their own liking. I also do not enjoy them demanding for information they feel I may hold. (Which I do not by the way.)

No, my dreams will be better off cathegorized by me and stored safely. It's a bit vindictive of me, but I feel abused, and that is what happens when I do.

I crawl back into my little corner and seal up my things.

Sometimes I think if I didn't have my family, I'd be bored and I'd be a full sunshine and smiles person.
Also, I wouldn't have my psychological issues either.

Goth

I have read "Goth" tonight, which is a manga by the way.

Words don't really describe it. It's deep, ugly and abhorrent. I couldn't say I hated it.

Warrrrghhh

So far I have read books, watched tons of anime, watched some Clinton-Obama bitchfight and ate some sushi. And I'm going insane.

I'm driven up against at least 3 walls. I can't leave the flat, since dressing requires movements that may very well pull my stitches. Also, if I move too much, I either take some painkillers and knock myself out or I'm going to snivel and whimper like some pathetic puppy. How annoying is that?

Also, I tried shovers. The first thing is that the much-moving still applies here. So I tried to do as much as I could with minimum movements and one hand. Try to wash your back with one hand. Good luck. Also, the covering on the scar is not waterproof, so half the time I had to quickly scrub away the water aiming to wet the only dry place on my body... It was like it happened deliberately. (Scar is not supposed to meet water until after the stitches are out. Stitches are not out.)

So I had my fun with the shower. Good thing I had taken some painkillers, otherwise I would have woken the whole house up with the moaning. Also, I used up one towel just by wiping water away from the scar-area. It still got wet. Just a little bit.

Why do I get stitches in some of the most impossible places anyway? Grrrrrrr.

Well, at least it'll be a funny story when I'll be old and wrinkly. If I live till I get old. But with the tension in world politics... who knows?

Favourite quote of the month

"'I have come too early,' he said then; 'my time has not come yet. The tremendous event is still on its way, still travelling - it has not yet reached the ears of men. Lightning and thunder require time, the light of the stars requires time, deeds require time even after they are done, before they can be seen and heard. This deed is still more distant from them than the distant stars - and yet they have done it themselves.'"

Guess where it's from. Using Google is considered cheating.

Gods, pease obliterate the idiots!

Dunno what came over me, but I went to look for esoteric jewellery on the net. (Ok, I just wanted to get some inspiration for my next pendant...)

But seriously... These are IDIOTS!
I'm not joking. They put up a jewish hexagram as a pentagram. Boy, will the little witch feel surprised when she meets a few overenthusiastic German guys who have a thing for jews. Ooops?

Then... Hermes' staff. They called it an ankh. *dying scream* Can you say idiots?

Well, I wrote a letter to the pentagram-jewish hexagram guys. I prolly insulted them to ashes, and I prolly shouldn't have written that letter in the first place (just let natural selection do its work), but I have a heart.


(Yeah, bored to tears by the studying. Why else would I go for cheap thrills like these...)

Random Browsing again

Well... random browsing yet again. I found this.

I want a few ones tho. Like:

• "I Can Fix Anything! Where's the Duct Tape?"
• "Buy me another drink. Your are still ugly."
• "Quoting one is plagiarism. Quoting many is research."
• "End Racism: Hate everyone"
• "The Meek shall inherit the earth.... after we're through with it."
• and of course the classic: "What part of phnglui mglw'nafl Cthulhu r'lyeh w'gah nagl fhtagn don't you understand?"
  

Also, I know someone who would love a T-shirt that says: "If found passed out, please return to (address here)" or maybe "If you can read this, put me back on my barstool" , this one printed upside down.

Such fun!

Ouch

Well, that shocked me.

Unbelievable!

Ain't it cuuuuute?

I would like to ask my dear, dirty blond haired friend (the one fond of lances) that if he could spare me some time, we need to talk.

If you come upon this, gimme a call. We have much to talk about.

No weaseling out this time.

PS: Write an e-mail, please. I must admit, I'm not completely comfortable when you pop over to meet me. Unless you warn me first.

Let us imagine for a minute, that maybe, there was a creator of things. He had many followers, and... as the name indicates, he created things to amuse himself.

Now let us imagine, that he created for himself obedient toys that did as he wished, because he was ultimately male and disliked to be disagreed with even in the smallest of things.

Now let us imagine, that there was in fact someone who disagreed with him. This person was amongst his followers, utterly devoted to him, but still with pride intact. Let us imagine that she was a stunning creature, bright, strong-willed and devoted to the creator of things.

Still, when the creator of things made these new toys, he had no patience for his brightest follower, maybe because they disagreed on many things about the use and well-beings of said toys... or maybe he just had other, greater plans on the move. Who knows?

Still, the creator of things shooed away the brightest follower, and so she left with those who had the same view as her.

So the brightest one left just like the first wife of the creator of things' pet project's prototype.

I met Him today.

(*) NOT Jesus or the Christian god, thanks very very much for the insult. (You know who I'm talking about... yes, you!)

Oh my God, I saw Harry Potter's weewee!

Yeah, I can picture the sound of some Potter fans' dreams and ideals shattering in a blink. So many parents looked up to the child hero, and now they see hundreds and thousands of pictures (mostly the same few, but in many places like blogs and so on) of the actor of the Potter boy naked.

Not to mention with a serious horse-fetish. In a play where he plays the role of a deranged pervert (ok, he's only into horses, but seriously...).

Also, I think the play was poorly written. I mean... If you wanna write about a psychological issue, you should do your friggin homework first. But oh well, artists can't be concerned with some little things like that, after all not many psychologists go and watch a play so disturbed and poorly written as that.

Also, I did my homework on the issue and found a few very funny remarks. Here is one so you can all laugh:

"But just dressing up as a schoolboy and earning millions of quid for it wasn't enough for Daniel Radcliffe - he wanted to push himself as an actor. So Daniel Radcliffe did the only thing he could - he decided to play a dead soldier. And nobody paid any attention, so he got naked and stabbed a horse in the eye instead." Link.

I also liked this comment too:
"The clamour to see what Harry Potter's cock Daniel Radcliffe's electrifying stage presence looks like has meant that Equus has taken around £1 million in advance tickets, but it's not all sunshine and monkeys for Equus; anti-smoking groups have lashed at Daniel Radcliffe for smoking a cigarette during the play. And fair's fair - a naked 17-year-old boy mutilating six horses with a spike is really no big deal, but smoking? The sick little fucker." Same link.

Can't say what the play looked like with Potter's dick flopping about the place, but it must have paid off to get little Harry Potter to play the role. I imagine hundreds of Potter fans fighting for tickets to get a look at that floppy little penis. (If you wanna look it up, google pictures of Equus. I don't think it's anything to be extremely proud of, but hey, Potter fans are into it... Well, those that are not flaming him and every Potter site around the world.)

First Potter and then Dumbledore too. Those poor Potter fans are having it this year. Next thing we know it turns out Malfoy is straight! o.O

Amen.

Fuckitall

Today I was at the point of standing up and walking out of the door and never coming back.

What happened exactly? Well while I'm in this training group, we have to write a test every Friday. So far it's all ok. The problem is, that they don't care eitehr way that the computer assigned to me is NOT WORKING. The problem is: the hard drive is full, so applications are not working, such as office and lotus notes (the ones we are constantly using). They could, of course, just go there, delete a few things and then the problem would be solved. Still, they have been unable to do it since Monday. And it is traning group.

So besides me being pissed off by juggled around at different computers and feeling like someone not wanted, I have to wait every time for all the settings to load, because I'm using someon else's computer.

So... about what happened... They started the test while my computer was still logging in. And logging in... and loading... and loading. Nobody cared that only I wasn't able to to log in. I asked them for help again and again, I also asked about the password because I write every traingin password down in my notebook, but they said it shouldn't be among the list and I'll need some special login name.

Nope. When the fucking computer finally logged in, and I found the actual password, it was in the list, the one I pointed out, and my login name was my own login name at the company. (Of course.) I could have murered them then and there.

When I told them it was THAT password, the stupid little bitch just laughed like it was an excellent joke. Yeah, it's much more important to flirt with the other team builder, who is male and incidentally married. She should just ignore us, because it's not really important at all. nah, we are here for 3 fucking weeks to have fun and bathe in the sunshine.

Also, when I had that stupid test program open, I had very little time to solve them all, and all the others were way ahead of me and while they could work together, I couldn't. (It was a test where you had to okay every answer you made so you couldn't go back.)
I was so pissed... I only got 83% because I didn't have time to check them if they were correct, because we were actually allowed to use the programs and see if the solutions in the possible answers worked or not.

And yes, it counts if I get 83% or more, since I have to reach at least 80% to pass the fucking end test.

But... why do I worry? I don't want to work with assholes like them and a company who expects me to be a brainwashed zombie without will, spirit and life. They can kiss my ass.

Men are weird

I hate Mondays. Every Monday something weird or worse happens. Just like today.

Thanks to my 100% test I had to work on the computer that was hooked up with the beamer so I couldn't even play solitaire. Oh joy. It was pure torture until the break.

Then one of my group members proposed to me! o.O It was the natural healer, of course. (The one with the body of a god (not Buddha), long hair, hawkish nose, pretty face and no brains whatsoever. Go me! >.<)

We know each other since last Monday (yup, wrath of Mondays), and he decided he wanted me as his gf. I have absolutely NO clue as of why. Yeah, he mentioned he has a weak personality and he needs a woman with a strong will, but seriously...

Since last Monday I tried to make it clear that I think he's an idiot, a fluke and even worse than a wiccan. (I actually hate wiccans because they mix up the facts. He knows that.) Seriously, the bloke hugs trees as a hobby! (I love trees, I just don't wanna hurt them by crushing their branches, ripping off leaves and kicking out chunks of their roots. I also don't think they like being glomped by people.)

Anyway, I stared at the guy incredulously for a while until he asked me if I was unsure, ok, happy, totally into him or extatic. I counted to 20 and then asked him to run.

He didn't, of course. The little snot has no sense of danger! -.- # So I turned and walked away to drink some strong coffee. And after some time laughed until my break was way over.

What I still don't understand: why do doormats like me? I'm antisocial, blunt, sarcastic and don't care either way. (Even I wouldn't want to date me... ok, mostly because I'm female.) I also like to banter quite a bit, and people with fragile souls tend to take it the wrong way. (Apparently, not these idiots.)

Oh, and I'm an insane guy magnet. Every guy who asked me out turned out to be either insane or loaded with psychological issues. The last one even took enough pills to be called a full-course meal.

But all in all, this guy wins the prize. He's the most infuriating, annoying and maddening one I've ever had the misfortune to spend way too much time with.

And I have to meet him tomorrow too. T.T

Wow... Friday...

Who woulda thunk it would come. Not me, that's for certain. Also, I had to write that stupid test for work. Got 100%. The bastards called me to stand up and bask in the glares of all who didn't.

Ok, joking, they were clapping, but it was even worse. It's just sickening. It had a "you others are so stupid, you should have written a 100% test too" feeling to it.

Actually, I seriously dunno why they still want us to remain in this team building madness. We don't even belong to the same department, for gods' sake! We speak different languages besides Hungarian, and there is also the Russian girl... Ok, never mind her, she's just strange. You know... I like her better because of it.

They also lied to my face, and even when I told them I know it was bull, they stood by it. I hoped to get reprimanded or get fired, but alas, no such luck. I was told "that's it, deal with it".

What I did was as follows: turned my back on them, got antisocial with a little group of same-minded antisocials and took turns to tell each other jokes and refused to talk to the others, because... we were breaking the system.

Fave joke of the day: In what way are having sex in a boat and alcohol-free beer alike? The answer: they are both f*cking close to water. (This joke actually made my day and lifted my spirits quite a bit. I'm easily amused, so sue me.)

Also, now I have 22 mushrooms, 15 dragonflies, 8 frogs, about 6 copies of the matrix twins, countless fallen leaves, hundreds of comic strips and a handful of haikus adorning the pages of my notebook. I'm running out of mushroom types I know, so I'll look some new ones up.

...I drew a huge flying saucer race as well. The fallen spoon is the runner up.

Rock Bottom

Today, I was coming home when I started hysterically sobbing while standing in the bus stop. Which is a first for me. It also came out of the blue. Well... mostly. I was thinking about what to do: reading a book, getting something to eat, getting some net-time or going to sleep. I only have one choice, since I'll have to wake up early to get to the team horror in time.

I scared a little old lady half to death, but I quickly told her it was "nothing serious" and that I was just tired and sad. Bless her poor heart.

I'd like to think today could be considered hitting rock bottom. Both of my parents are begging (ok, urging) me to tell the bloody jerks off (my mother) and leave the company asap (my dad).The day was long, our few minutes of break nonexistent, as in group hugs and complimenting each other is much more important than a toilet break, getting a coffee or getting a breath of fresh air.

I was very close to just standing up, walking out and never coming back. I also have to thank the designers for those windows because I was contemplating jumping out... But of course I couldn't. (Which is a good thing, because I'd have died of shame again... come on, it's so cliché and weak...)

Seriously, this is quite enough abuse I have taken. They treat us like animals. If it happened in India, I'd say yes, they are bastards, and sadly it happens. But I thought we belong to Europe, and it was illegal to work someone near to death. Also, there are rules about certain types of work and breaktime... Seems like they are not privy to it. (Hmmm, perhaps I should report them...)

Anyway. Plan is to either work until I get the sum of money for the table I fancied since I saw it (about 2 weeks worth of my future salary), or until I can not bear to go in anymore. Either way, my folks are miraculously standing behind me. (That's a first!) So, I want that table, because then I could say it was worth it, or at least I got something real nice out of it.

I see the walking dead

What the title said. Since I started working for a multinational company, I'm utterly zombified. They think it's a good idea to stick a bunch of people into a room and not letting them out only for break (if we get a break) and of course sleep for 3 weeks. They call it team building. Every sane person calls that torture.

Of course, they also forgot that we are not Americans. Hungarian people are more temperamental, cling on to their personality like mad and refuse to give in.

Also, locking us into a room for a long period of time means half the team shall leave in body bags. Hungarians are NOT team players. We can try to be, but we need space and time away from each other. (Which actually kills the team idea.) Only someone utterly mad could think all types of people are good for this team building crap. ('scuse my Klatchian.)

Truth be told, I'm only in for the money (as I'd prefer to leave the nest and get out of the family home asap), and to observe who the first dead body will be. (My bet is on our "natural healer", and the weapon involved in the murder shall be an axe if I manage to buy one in time. If not, the next time he says something he obviously saw on a Chinese fortune cookie, I'm going to throttle the little snot.)

Have I mentioned that I hate to be humiliated and called names? If not, I shall do it now. Those bastards are doing it... What they are doing is similar to holding out a dozen of coins, showing them to homeless people and trying out how far you can go in humiliating them before they say it's not worth it, and leave.

The Flipside

So... I'm done with the hysterical sobbing, long hot bath and hair washing... I can say I feel at least remotely human again.

The job sucks. The training sucks more.

I landed in a training team session, which will last for 3 bloody weeks, where I won't be taught ANYTHING even close to the things I'll need at work. (Since my group doesn't do what others are doing.)

Actually, I was told I'd be doing IT help desk stuff. That's a load of bull. Then I got told I'll be answering e-mails. That's also bull, and a big one. The real job will be getting e-mails full of data which I'll have to copy into slots, with a program that does stuff like that, and send them away.

It's like the Cinderella job. They throw everything at us and we select these things into separate groups and send them on their way.

But that's not all. We will have to do follow-up, poke the tech guys to do their jobs, arrange things, bug technicians again, do some more follow up like asking if the tech guys did show up and worked their magic or not... if not, rinse and repeat. Oh, and get yelled at.

The breaks are as follows: 4x10 minutes and 1x45 mins for 8 hours. While I have to look at the computer. Rules say I should be allowed 10 mins after every hour, but oh hey, who cares. We are slaves of a multinational bull. Yeehaaa!

Have I mentioned it's an American company? Have I mentioned... Texas? If not, pardon me dahling, I must have had a raw, bloody cow in me mouth... *whimper*

Oh, and I met my future coworkers today. One of them looks like a drunkard, who chain smokes, forced us trainees to smoke with her (Hello, I have asthma!) and she told us she comes in 2 hours earlier and leaves as the last. Huzzah. (Incidentally, you won't get paid if you work overtime.)
The other guy we met and talked with had chewed on looking pullover, baggy clothes... I mean he was... thin, had an insane glint in his eyes, talked way too much with lotsa gestures and had a strange fascination with his fallen-out hairs... he also tore them into little bits. Nice hobby, innit?

Oh, and a few words about the guys (2) who are with me in the training.
One of them is a philosopher. He looks like my ex. Tall, blond, ruggedly handsome, baby-blues... he's a tad bit thinner... Also, he dresses nicely. He's very intelligent too, kind of a loner.
I thought he was really hot. Then he giggled. He came up with some insane idea as dressing up like a mummy on "casual Fridays" and started giggling. I shit you not. He friggin giggled... loudly and long. He did it a few times... he turned us way off.

Other guy... He walked in on the first day, and I fell in love with him. He looked like the hottest guy ever. Long dark hair, hooked nose, deep blue eyes, tall, body like a god (not Buddha), pale white skin... He also has a band and is the singer...
And then he talked and he sounded like one of my worst personal nightmares. He is a natural therapist (or whatshisname), has worked with "magick", actually does not know what wiccans are but he is one, hugs trees for a hobby, is a slobbery romantic idiot and lives with his mother. Also a blazing idiot. He only eats health food - or so he says -,but had absolutely no trouble eating junk food with us on the first day. Add hypocrite to the growing list.

Oh, and they also got me, a certifiable insane madwoman who dabbles in the occult, act like a maniac and has issues. Also do not forget the hysterics and the antisocial problems of mine. Sounds like a team. Not.

Oh Gods, whoever is listening, please save me, and I shall worship you. (I'm not killing people tho', just to be clear about it.)

Death by Cosplay

I got linked a few "cosplay" images. (Costume play, for those ignorant people who have not delved into the insanity of anime-maniacs. It means dressing up as some character. *shudder*)

And you know what? I'd make it punishable by law for females to dress up as males and vice versa. Seriously, it's just plain disturbing.

It's kinda iffy looking at guys in open shirts and see boobies sticking out. (I'd also get it punishable by law to post them on the net and anyone who saves them should be shot to death in the middle of the undecent act that follows it up. I think I have too many perverted friends.)

You know... the whole dressing up thing should be punishable by law save for halloween and the carnival season. It'd save much money and sanity.

Seems like I got the job. Thanks for all who had their fingers crossed for me.

The job: I'll have to work from the afternoon to late in the evening.
The pay sounds great, the work hours (so far) acceptable, but not preferable.

Drawback: I'll have t woprk on national holidays that are not holidays in the USA. The company is very much into the USA. Oh well. I'll have to really hold my tongue.


Only question is: when exactly will I work. If they want me to stay so long that I'll miss my last bus (they actually said I'll end my shift around 22:00, last bus leaves at 23:15, so I'd get there in time) I'll start to have issues. And I can have issues rather loudly.

Anyway, we shall see, and let's hope for the best.
Also, let's hope there will be no hidden bad side to this work.