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.