Doctor's visit. I had written a whole post at the mall while I waited for the shops to open and check the sales, but I'm too lazy to type it in now. I might later.

Let it be enough that I was in so much pain while having an ultrasound done because that bitch dug it in so damn much that I couldn't breathe. She called me fat and told me it was my fault she had to dig this deep. I hope she gets back just as much pain. It's evening already and I hurt so much I hope nothing got seriously hurt. She'd have seen it, right? Right?

Anyway, black and blue spots I have, it's sore and painful. I hate that bitch.

Anyway, mall. I restrained myself pretty well. I bought my dad a pair of felted gloves, because he has lost a pair and I had no idea what to get him for his birthday which will be in a few days.

Then I went to an expensive make-up store, because I had time to kill and drool to spare. I looked through stuff wincing at the prices and sad that they have discontinued my fave lipstick when I saw a sale.

I usually prefer Art Deco and Burjois lipstick when I have to look decent. It's not an everyday wear for me because it's way too expensive, although I usually buy stuff during sales. Like today.

So I bought a Bourjois lipstick. It's shiny. Not exactly metallic, like the ones I usually prefer. It doesn't really have a colour (sable fin #2), it's more of a nude colour with a shiny dust inside. Very pretty. And it was on sale too! (See picture. Sadly, you can't see how shiny it is.)

When I got home and checked up on the lipstick, it turned out it also has Shea butter in it, so it's a double win, not to mention that it has a small mirror on the top of the cap, so I won't have to carry a mini mirror with me either. Now I'm thinking of buying the violet colour as well. Although I'm still not sure if that colour would suit me at all. It's just that I love the colour violet very very much. ><

I also got myself a thin, 50cm long silver necklace, a double link chain. Very pretty, very elegant and it was 60% off. It also has a warranty, not to mention a handsome little jewelry box! Somehow, sometimes it's nice when you get money from your family to buy your own Christmas presents at the after Christmas sales. Thanks for the necklace and the lipstick grandma and grandpa. ^^

"The heart dies a slow death,
shedding each hope like leaves.
Until one day there are none.
No hopes.
Nothing remains."

Anyway.
I've watched The Memoirs of a Geisha. It left me wanting. To kill someone.

I'm not an otaku, or at least I don't think I am. I know little details of other cultures, so it's not like I have a select country I'm too much into. (And I know much more about English-speaking countries, so it's a moot point.) But what they did to geisha... it's a bloody massacre.

First and foremost the geisha, most of the pretty ones were played by Chinese actresses. WTF?! Geisha are Japanese and should be played by Japanese. I do not care how pretty and awesome the Chinese actresses are, this is a movie about Japan and geisha for god's sake! No offense, but I believe that was one of the two biggest, most horrid of flaws of this abomination of a movie.

Second: Geisha are not whores. They don't sell their virginity. They don't sell sex. With this ritual of selling a geisha's virginity to the highest bidder in the abomination, they made the geisha look like common prostitutes. In Japanese culture there is a definite distinction between the geisha and the prostitutes. Geisha are companions, they are educated in many things, music, literature, dance, etc. They are not to be slept with, ever. Prostitutes (well, some of them) do doll themselves up to look like geisha, but they do sleep with the customers. Also, their obi is tied on the front, and for the geisha it's tied on the back.

I do not have a geisha fetish. I think their make-up looks silly and the hairstyles are not to my liking either, but I do have a sort of "wow, that's nice" feeling for them. They are educated women and not whores. That I do like. And that is what the movie sullied and got dead wrong.

Therefore I understand completely why the Asian reception was so bad. Not to mention, that the protagonist geisha had such a sour expression on her face most of the time I have no idea why the scarred faced guy even bothered with the wench. Customers do not like a sour face, ever. This would have been the worst disaster if it really happened. Personally, I'd have slapped her a few times just to make sure she had something to be sour-faced about. Jesus, what horrid customer-service!

What else... Oh yeah. I wonder how the "Mother" had such fine hair at that age. They kinda forgot that geisha, due to that amount of wax and hair twisting and pulling develop a bald spot after a while, so older geisha are bald at the top of their head. I sure as hell wouldn't be able to make such fine and elaborate bun for the retired geisha from the hair that would have remained at her age.

Also, visuals could have been much better. It lacked in both visuals and storyline, not to mention the big pile of crap it deposited on Japan and geisha in general. It was the American Dream rearing its ugly head in Japan of all places. Shoot that movie dead to get it out of it's misery.

Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!

In retrospect, this has been probably my best Christmas ever. In a few years anyway. If I fail to recall the pain.

I mean I had peace and quiet, nobody bugged me much, I could sleep whenever I wanted and I didn't have to visit relatives, the biggest plus ever.

The downside? On wednesday, as in Dec 23 I fell sick. My mom gave me her virus, and while she coughed, I had a very sore throat with yellow spots. On the 24th I felt like dying. On the 25th we went to the ER and got some meds.

The sad thing is, that when I went out to watch Avatar it was -10°C. Next day it was 10°C. After that, 18,5°C. By then I was seriously ill. I just missed the good weather because I got sick. ><

Although it was so nice to open the shutters and let the sunshine in and sleep all day yesterday. I have forgotten how nice it is to sleep in sunshine. I think it lifted my mood enough and I feel better. Not much better, but I'll have enough strength (hopefully) to be able to go to my appointment at the doc on the 29th.

Note to anybody who might ask me: no, I'm not fully recovered, please do not plan on asking me to a new year's party. I will be safely tucked away under covers this new year's again.

Avatar

I enjoyed it. I actually did, even though I saw it in 3D and it was blurry and for 2 hours I felt like throwing up. Motion sickness. Never again 3D movies, thanks.

The plot was reused and even though most of the time I could tell with almost pinpoint accuracy what would happen, I didn't care, because I enjoyed the movie. The visuals were top notch and simply awesome.

And here there be spoilers.

Because I had some issues with Avatar. Observations, mostly. Here is the list of plot holes, minor annoyances, wtfs.

• The avatars are grown as a whole errr... person. How come they are full navii/human hybrids and vegetables from the beginning?
  
  
• No press. I would expect tons of reporters and whatnot to camp out next to the base to document what is going on. I mean if that mineral is so important, how come nobody is writing about it? I mean the boss is deadly afraid of the press but there is no press. At all.
  
  
• The Na'vii accept err... Jake. Sure, there are these "signs", but surely nobody ever would embrace an enemy like that. Oh well. Had to be done for the good of the movie.
  
  
• Alien sex. Apparently they do it the same old way we do. What a killjoy.
  
  
• Those connector thingies that come out of the tip of their braids. What the hell are those and how come they are universal and fit everything? It's kinda disconcerting, not to mention how come they are in their braids. Or are they braids at all? Anyway, it'd be more believable that they have sex with the help of those thingies than the usual way. Oh well.
  
  
• It's rather convenient that the Na'vii can transport the consciousness of Jake, our hero,into his avatar. Oh well. The hero gets his happy end... and the girl.
  
  
• I had a vague Pocahontas (Disney) feeling throughout the movie. Well... not that vague.
  
  
• LoOk aT aLl ThOsE pRetTy CoLoUrS! Shiny. Very shiny. Everything was fluorescent and shiny and fluorescent and shiny and oh gods, so shiny.
  
  
• The bad guy is apparent from the first moment we meet him. Scary scar depicting him as faulty and horrid, check. Testosterone-full, check. Macho, badass monologue, check. Bottle covey look, check. As promised, he fights until he is shot down. Multiple times. With rockets and poisonous arrows. And a kitty.
  
  
• When the girl... imdb says Neytiri, cradled the fallen body of uh... Jake, Snow White and the 7 little dwarfs flashed before my eyes. I just found it hilarious. But that might just be the lack of sleep, I guess.
  

But yeah, the graphics are breathtaking, even though I twitched like mad, trying to check if I was about to aggro a group of raptors or quetzal or skelk. It felt like I was wandering in Asuran territory in first person with the floating islands overhead. (Guild Wars MMO in case someone had doubts.)

But even though the plot was reused and full of clichés, I liked it. Just like I liked Fifth Element. So... yeah, it's good. Just... make sure you have no motion sickness issues before you watch it in 3D.

-6°C!!!!

That's how cold yesterday evening it was. (And today too btw.) I left home yesterday when it was about -4°C at 15:30 and it went downhill from there.

I had to stop a few times, first to buy vitamins for my ill chinchilla, who of course refuses to take any and then at the Christmas fair at Blaha. I bought a pair of leg warmers, black with purple stripes and warm, above all else. I also bought myself the silliest hat ever. It has ear protectors and is felted inside, so it's extra warm and I can hardly hear anything and has three braids with pom-poms coming out of it. Two from the bottom of the ear protectors and one from the top of the head. As I said, awesomely silly. (On the pic.)

I also bought my dad a hat in manly colours. I intended it to be an indoor hat, since he doesn't have much hair, never had since he was 18, so... It's the most useful gift ever.

Then I went to teach. Where the kiddo was a bit sick and started throwing his toys. He has been doing this for a while, but never before with such accuracy. The sound system survived, but not the glasses of tea on the table. His mom got really upset and had a nervous breakdown right in front of me.

I don't think I've ever felt so uncomfortable in other company than my family. She snarled that I should leave for a while and paid me for my services. I offered to have tea with her and listen. (The kid had been put in his kiddie bed with the bars so he couldn't come out.)

Luckily, I refused to leave (a decision I am now happy I made but at that time I wasn't that sure it was a good idea... at all) and things ended up getting back to normal. The mom calmed down while I played with the kid and explained it to him that his mommy was sad because he ruined his toys - and if he ruined them, he wouldn't have anything to play with. Sometimes I'm not sure it'd be safe for me to have a kid. I'd murder him if he pissed me off. (Just kidding, hopefully.)

Anyway. The dad came home, things calmed down and they wouldn't let me leave until I guzzled down 2dl of red wine. It sure kept me from freezing on the road home (1,5 hours) but boy... it was so damn cold! I'm so happy I bought that hat because that at least kept my head warm. My pretty crocheted hat wouldn't have stood a snowball's chance in hell against that weather.

So today here I sit with a horrid migraine (thanks to yesterday's cold and the cold front), legs warmed by leg warmers and I wonder if my dad really will buy a hat like mine, because it'd be funny. (He wants to. But he said he will pick it out himself. I wonder what colour and style he'll pick...)

About wellness spas and suchlikes

It is the holiday season, and I see more and more ads for "wellness treatments" as awesome Cristmast gifts. I never really considered that as a Christmas gift. I have seen women going to spas and lazing about, getting massages and generally just enjoying a 2 days one night trip to some awesome bathhouse in movies and TV shows, but I never really understood the appeal.

No, I'm lying. I really don't like the idea of it. I mean if anybody wanted to send me to some, I'd decline as politely as possible and keep my dirty words for myself... But really. I never enjoyed lazing about in a bath for half a day, or even running scantily clad to get a massage by some person I've never known. I'm pretty much put off by the whole "wellness trip" idea.

I dunno why exactly. I mean my whole body being ticklish might be one of the reasons. maybe not. I mean those women are always pretty and perfect and let's admit it, no matter how much I've accepted how I look, I'm still not comfortable traipsing around in a swimsuit where people can see me.

So I guess that is one of the main reasons. Women who look good can enjoy getting special treats and look good while they do it. I don't like to show my figure in public so it'd be a living hell for me.

Also, there is the question of "couldn't we spend it on something I like better?" Because I'd be more happy to get a pretty pendant or beads, even a nice shade of lipstick better than that spa treat.

Am I a bad person for disliking wellness treats in general and not being excited by sensual music, massages, nicely scented massage oils, candlelit baths and suchlikes?

(And yes, candlelit baths suck. For one the wax is a bitch to scrape up for another, you can hardly see unless you use up a ton of candles, you splash and they burn out and most of all: I prefer to shower. I wash myself properly and that's that, thanks very much.)

If I really had to pick some sensual overload, I'd pick a nice scented oil burning in my oil burner, jazz playing in the background and me curled up on the couch or the bed with a good book. (And don't forget my spicy tea, because that is vital too!)

So... yeah... that's me in a nutshell. I hate wellness spas and other crap. Sue me.

Hmm... Totally forgot how... shocking Utena is. Of course when the main protagonist is a pink haired girl who likes to save other girls and be a prince herself... and is obviously bisexual... well, you expect some sexual hints. But these obvious sexual hints are not small undertones like I remembered, these are bright red banners, screaming.

I forgot that not just Utena, our protagonist, but everybody else has... non-conformist tastes or wishes. Before I list some, I must repeat that the series is full of complex symbols, hints, and phallic symbols like swords, towers, powerful red sports cars and of the female side I can only remember the roses that run rampant; lots and lots of dewy roses and rose carvings, rose crests... roses everywhere.

And the sexual undertones are just as strong to match the heavily symbol-loaded imagery. I sort of forgot how much sex actually went on in the series. Not on screen of course, never on screen, always and only in hints. But man, those hints...

Although yeah, some of these made me a little less certain I intended to watch Utena any more. It's kinda strange how watching two guys trashing about on the same bed makes me feel a bit iffy. Maybe it was the unrealistic part. I hope I'm not about to become a homophobe. Although I didn't feel iffy when Utena was having fun with the girls... and no, I'm still not interested in girls. I just don't really care.

These are a few screencaps that I felt were... interesting...Male readers, cover your eyes or skip the rest please, unless you prefer guys.

"If it cannot break its egg's shell, a chick will die without being born.
We are the chick. The world is our egg.
If we don't crack the world's shell, we will die without being born.
Smash the world's shell!"

Yup. Started watching it again. I've seen it last years ago. But yesterday I got hit by the urge so hard I had to take my DVDs out and start watching it asap. Actually, today.

Maybe it was the complex symbology I've been craving, or maybe it was that I couldn't remember anymore what it was about. Maybe it was Flashforward's influence, the dead crows, dunno. But I'm gonna watch it. And somehow I enjoy getting lost in the symbology and the metaphors and the delicately dropped hints. Yum!

And if someone still hasn't got the slightest clue: I'm talking about Utena.

The combination of rain, fog, wind and cold is probably one of the most depressing sort of weather I can imagine. (Luckily, it was only a slight wind, not the horrid 100 km/h sort.) That and the most revolting to boot, especially that I had to leave in dark and I had stomach cramps from hell. So yeah, add Aunt Irma to the mix and you have a horrid evening.

To top it off, I wasn't in mood for my usual music and ended up listening to Madonna. And I had but 3 songs of hers on my iPod: Frozen, To Have and Not to Hold and Nothing Really Matters.

Trust me, after listening to those 3 on loop, you're about to slit your wrists any minute.

Why didn't I pick something else? Rain. I was happy my umbrella protected me from half of it. I was freezing, my hands were stiff and icy and I just couldn't care enough to find my iPod under tons of clothing.

Note to self: get some decent Madonna songs on my iPod asap, or better: Morcheeba.

Unseen before

I'm currently reading Sir Terry Pratchett's newest Discworld book, the Unseen Academicals. And I find it lacking, as sad as I am to say.

It seems like the old ones were written for European readers, and this one has been written for an American audience mostly. Why? Simple. Europeans are used to reading books you had to decipher, you had to look a bit deeper to finally get that "aha" moment and for all the pieces to fall together. This book simply lacks it.

Somehow, I feel the characters have been made more... nice, easily understood and there is too much explanation. The hinted relationship between Vetinari and Lady Margalotta is addressed in length, Vetinari is being kind and nice and there are no cloaks and daggers and snide remarks and and and... all the things that kept me on my toes all the time. Now it's all explained as it happens, Vetinari is kind and nice and everything is so very very simple.

I feel like crying! It's like an old childhood dream of mine has been sullied. Pratchett is shedding light on every last little bit of mystery, like the plotting and maneuvering Vetinari is doing to Ankh-Morpork and his strange relationship with "The Dark Lady" Margalotta. There is no suspense, there are no unanswered questions, no mysteries to ponder, no "whodunnit" feeling, nothing!!!

All we get is a goblin in the middle as some half-assed riddle, a few romance novel-esque stories stuffed in, a bunch of wizards running around and Vetinari doing the Machiavelli for the very dumb. It feels like the Discworld version for 5 year olds.

I'm beyond words with despair! I loved the Discworld because it was brilliant, sarcastic, played puns on everything from racism to politics, vampires, zombies and yes, fantasy above all else. What Pratchett made of the elves and pixies was brilliant, absolutely brilliant! But this is nothing anymore. It's like someone crapped into your grandma's priceless antique china bowl. Or better yet, swapped your grandma's priceless antique china bowl for some modern, ugly, misshapen art that's tasteless and useless and said there, it's your bowl, the very same. And it's not.

I wonder if this is because Sir Pratchett's Alzheimer is playing up or because he wants to endear himself to the American public. The idea, that he might be trying to tie up lose ends has crossed my mind, but I'm sure he could have done that better, so no, I don't think so.

I wonder if this was a one-time mistake. If no... I'll be even more sad. But as of today, I'm very, very disappointed.

Oh Yuck!!!

One hour of my life wasted on the most horrid shit ever! I gave in and watched The Disaster Movie. I didn't enjoy any part of it. It was crap, disgusting, dumb, brainless and the most horrid movie I have ever watched. It was worse than The Watchmen! It was worse than Twilight! Even worse in experience than the Twilight book or New Moon. And New Moon was the worst book I've ever read.

If you ever think of watching it, don't. I can watch some shitty stuff, like Epic Movie, but this... this is hundred times worse than Epic movie. Honest. There is no redeeming feature, no new content, no plot, no good jokes, nothing!

It's the worst thing ever. And I spent maybe one hour of my life on this shit. Thank the gods for the fast forward button.

About male minds

When a male friend of mine said the dubious praise: "see, I like you for these things, you're almost like one of the guys and can appreciate geek stuff and boobies " I froze. Seriously, I felt like asking back WTF?!

Days later, I'm still bloody angry.

No, I do not enjoy watching other women's breasts and geek stuff is not limited to guys, a**hat. And before someone mentions that getting pissed off is considered denial... I have a lesbian aunt I like. Both she and her gf are cool and I feel sorry I didn't know about them when I was younger, because I would have liked having more decent people around. I also feel sorry we don't meet up more often. Again, because they are decent people, not like some of my family members I have to meet on a regular basis.

Anyway. If this is not enough, just think about this: do you think if I were lesbian I'd stay in the closet because I gave a damn about what other people thought? Like hell.

So, no. I'm simply heterosexual and I'm not even remotely interested in boobies. My breast size beats almost all anyway, so who the fuck cares about other women's breasts?

Next time anyone suggests anything to do with me and other women's breasts I'll need a shovel and a place to hide a dead body, savvy?

Last Friday I went on a job interview. As it turned out, the company that was looking for a customer caring person sold herbal medicine from far far away. (I shan't mention it on my blog where the company came from, so don't even ask me about it. Here anyway.) They also sell err... machines like.. massage stuff and whatnot.

Anyway, you have to be a member to order their stuff, give them all your personal information, etc, so it's not to my taste. And without knowing it I applied for a job that requires me to talk to pissed off customers. Yipee.

So, last Friday was the first interview. Then they told me about the company, what they do, what the job requires. They also told me that next time, if I get selected for the next interview, they'll tell me how much they'd be willing to pay and listen to my English.

Today was my second interview with them. The boss talked to me about... my skills. Nothing else. I went there for half an hour to make smalltalk. Nobody spoke to me in English, they didn't ask me to speak in English. And they didn't tell me how much they'd pay me.

They said I'll get a call saying yes or no next week and if it's a yes they'll set a date asap and then I can sign a contract. And only then, after they said yes will they tell me how much they'd pay me. (Or look at my English. Isn't that weird?)

Let's just say something's not kosher.

Even my mother says it's not kosher. Which is really something. So... I must admit I kinda hope they don't pick me, although it's close by (for a month or two, before they are scheduled to move far far away) and I want a job.

So. If the pay's not decent I'm gonna say no. I just hope they won't try to pull anything.

Whoa!!!!

I gave in and started watching Supernatural. I prefer to watch it in bulk. I was saving up for bad days. And the time has come.

And tell you what, it's just damn perfect. It's an awesome start. I'm nearly through the first ep and it's so unbelievably good.

There are the snappy, witty comebacks, the tongue in cheek jokes and the most unimaginably funny encounters.

Just to quote a few:

• "This sucks ass." Summarized the modern day prophet, when they removed a molar from his hair that got stuck there from an exploding angel.
  
  
• And then Sam touched... no, caressed Dean's clavicle."
  "This is wrong," said Dean. - From a crazy fangirl writing Sam/Dean fanfic... right in the show!! :D
  
  
• "I'm samlicker81." Says the aforementioned fangirl. Ouch, my sides! I was pretty floored by that one.
  
  
• "Could you stop touching me?" -> Sam
  "No." -> crazy fangirl, groping Sam
  
  
• "Life as an angel condom." - Says Dean when Michael, the angel wants to inhabit his body. FYI, Dean said no.
  

And then there are the visuals. I mean... Cas is back! Yay for the eye candy! Then there's that guy who looks like he lost his family and ended up living in poltergeistville. I think he'll be the host of Lucifer, but maybe not. Hmm. Still, he looks like a rather well-made mix of Dr House and Ben Hawkins. Since I find them both attractive, it's a win-win situation.

And then Bobby gets possessed by demons. I thought they all had tattoos to make them being possessed by demons impossible, or was that only the Winchester toys boys? And how can an angel possess them if they have the tattoos? Or does that only work for demons?

Oh well, not to worry, it is still awesome so far. I'm having so much fun watching it!

Today I had the weirdest encounter. Something that only happens in romance novels and warped alternate dimensions. Weird, really weird.

I was getting home by public transport as usual and the bus was packed full. We were like sardines in a can. I was in a safe corner originally, but I swapped places with a woman with two small children and a big belly. Lucky she had her husband with her.

Anyway, as usual, my dear iPod froze, as it does every 2 hours or so and since I couldn't move, I had to bear with no music. (Couldn't move? I was holding on to the handrail for dear life!) Anyway, I was craning my neck to see if they have pushed the button so I could push my way out at the next stop... And I saw people trying to push forward to get closer to the door. Like there was any empty place over there. Thanks to that I had someone press themselves up to my back. I started praying it wasn't some pervy old man.

Then I hear "Your hair smells really nice." mumbled right into my ear. Scared me like nothing else, it did. So I turn around by reflex, shocked, and I come face-to jawbone with some young guy. Well, ok, he was kinda pretty in an androgynous sort of way with long, curly hair, high cheekbones, lush lips... he spelled jailbait with perfect grammar in a dozen languages. So I didn't wait to see if I'd end up smooching the guy when the bus jolted us again.

And my neck hurt so I couldn't see his expression when I turned to look at him. I kinda hope he thought I was younger or someone else. Otherwise he might be having problems.

Anyway, by then the grannies pushing from a few paces away arrived to where I was standing, pushing us further back into another bunch of people causing a commotion that ended with some tired-looking middle aged guy telling them what stupid, idiotic things they were to try to push forward in a packed-full, moving vehicle when they could have waited till it stopped and had its doors open.

The rant ended short when the doors opened and I left without a backward glance.

I really don't know what that guy was thinking... And really, I don't wanna know until he turns 21. Oh and yeah, I used the shampoo you gave me for my b-day, Eleanor.

I guess you should never take games and online friends seriously, because one day they'll just fuck you over. Like they did with me today. I know it's my inner Hungarian speaking, but I hope that that healer got them killed more times. (I only heard about one, but then I left the game since they didn't call me, the one who got left behind but offered the spot for "the one who turned up first". Charming and heartwarming. They sure know how to make a person feel special.)

Truth be told, I really didn't feel like grouping up with that healer, but then again he took my spot. So technically we wouldn't have been in the same group. On first try. And second try I just got offended enough and decided not to give a shit. And besides that, he can't heal worth shit... who would want to kill some badass, powerful boss (well, old god, technically) with a monk who can't heal? I sure as hell don't wanna do the job of two monks just because he sucks. It'll be hard enough for two good monks, not to mention one.

I just wish I had another still functioning guild I could leave for, because today just showed me how much I can trust my wonderful alliance... and guild.

And tomorrow (technically it's today) I'll try again. Worst case: I turn all chats off and play the game solo or with the few trusty old friends that still play sometimes. I guess it's high time I found myself another hobby or became a workaholic.

The story of my new bag

Today I left the flat before noon. It was sunny and warm, go figure. It was about 16°C and I felt bad about not grabbing my sunglasses, because whenever I go out when the sun is shining brightly I end up with a huge headache in the evening. Yay.

When I was halfway to the Chinese market, it began to rain. I had no umbrella with me nor water-resistant coat, so I used my shawl to cover my hair. Was funny, and I consider myself lucky I didn't see my reflection.

Anyway, I had to search for about half an hour for the booth, because the shop owner had apparently moved. I also phoned my mom a few times because she knows the place like the back of her hand so I had to ask in which huge, old factory building that little booth could be found. (Think of it like a better organized flea market with Chinese immigrant sellers and new junk instead of old, used junk.

Anyway, I finally found the shop that sold the brand of bag I used. (I was hung up on this brand called Kukumalu, not because of the cute little mouse printed on the front, but because it didn't fall to pieces in half a year like my other bags did, it actually worked for 5+ years.) There were rows of these bags in different shapes and colors. The shop owner was watching TV and as far as I could tell the same song was going they played at the Olympics... You know, the one that little girl sang who actually lip synched... (The girl was pretty, the song was pretty, if you are Cliff's mom, don't kill me please, ok?)

Anyway, I ask the guy if they have bags of this brand, only bigger. He says there's none of these bags. I blink a few times and wonder if we are having a language barrier issue there. I say ok, look around, pick a bag of said brand that is obviously there. (Deep military green.) Not the same size my old bag was, a bit smaller, but whatever, it'd do. (The black one was too high and I felt like green today anyway.) I ask how much. He says it's not for sale, and that he has none for sale.

I blink again. I wave the bag. Guy refuses to budge. The he tells me it's not for sale, that they are all not for sale.

I shrug and leave. So no, I didn't get a Kukumalu bag, sadly. But as my mom suggested, the guy might have refused to sell me that one bag because he might have wanted to sell them in bulk, aka all of them to a bag shop owner. It figures.

Anyway, I decided I did need a bag, because smaller bags with space only for a smaller book and notes is not enough for me. It was enough for university when I didn't have psycho classes (OK, psychology, but seriously, did you see my teachers? I did.), but I prefer to stuff my hat and shawl into the bag or one more shirt for the cold, plus the book, plus my notes (usually when I teach). So yeah, I needed a bigger bag.

So I went to the bag shop both my mom and my friend and me frequent from time to time, because it's close to both my uni and my mom's workplace. And yeah, Eleanor studied at the same uni as me. Anyway, the guy was out of Kukumalu bags, but I fell in love with another bag. I'm not sure if this guy is as good as the Kukumalu bags, but it was soooo pretty and awesome I had to have it. And it was pretty cheap, considering bags.

I haven't decided on a name yet, but I'm considering Seph. It has a sort of steampunk look if you squint (The clasp at the front definitely has a feel to it!), and I'm planning on adding some embellishments to the bag. I happen to have some corner pieces in some copper looking material that looks like metal, and I also have glue I'm not afraid to use. Bwahaha.

So, this is... Seph.

...House...

The newest House. Ouch.

Somehow House started sucking. I mean I'm not holding my breath waiting for it and it's not liek I still can't wait to watch it. Somehow House became boring and sad and just plain yuck.

So Chase got OOC and killed a guy, Cameron didn't freak out, she just told House off and after an ep she left Chase too, saying that they (as in both Chase and House) were gone forever. I think that was OOC too. She should be staying and trying to redeem Chase, not leave him! Seriously... meh. Those two were so... not themselves.

Foreman: the trusty old token black guy. He doesn't do much, just... he's just there.

Taub: finally something I don't mind.

13: just the usual. She feels like the House charity case, the poor thing whose days are numbered and she is not quite what she used to be. A second Cameron with a thing for women instead of dying people and a terminal illness. Yipee.

Cuddy and PI guy: good heavens who thought THAT would be in character?!

I mean yikes! How did we end up with something like that? I mean Cuddy would never be with a guy like that. She is a serious woman, head of a hospital and nearly twice the guy's age! She is a mom too! I could never ever imagine her dating the PI guy. He's just too immature and young for her, not to mention probably not the best daddy figure ever. Or have I somehow not realized that Cuddy would date a kid?

Well, could it be that Cuddy dating the PI guy is just some elaborate plot Cuddy planned so that House would be interested in her? If so I'm dropping the show like hot coal.

So all in all, House this season sucks. I kinda liked the first two eps, aka the opening, but then it sort of turned to bad and worst.

How lucky I am to have Lie to Me. Although this week's episode was lacking in microexpressions, which is sad. I hope it's not going to become a habit (aka I hope they're not dropping the microexpressions from the show because most of the Americans are too stupid to understand it) , because I do watch the show for the microexpressions the most. Well, that and Lightman of course. But this week's episode wasn't that bad. Tim Roth in an adorable, flower-patterned apron? Priceless!

Yesterday went well, I guess. Bought a bra at a sale (black lace, demi- and under wire bra all in one, for those interested) and it was really cheap. Yay. Last one they had in my size and let me tell you, it's not easy at all to find bras in my size. Well, cup size, I mean.

Then I went to the new shopping mall for some Christmas presents, because they had an opening sale. I survived a CO poisoning which happened because the new shopping mall's airing wasn't sufficient. Yay. I was on the upper levels, and people staed falling sick in the parking lots and the lower levels. I left before I got sick. With presents.

Today on the other hand was frustrating. I got a call a few hours before I left home that informed me that my students were sick and teaching today was canceled. I could ahve gone and bought a new bag that I have been meaning to do for days. My trusty old bag of 5 years died when its strap snapped. So I decided to buy another, the same model, same size, same colour.

But I can only buy it from the Chinese market, because only those guys still sell that type of bag. And they close really early. Around 3 the booth is already closed. So I have to wake up early, go and buy it. Couldn't do it today because I had an appointment and didn't want to wait in some small café for hours till I had to go and teach. (Why? because I didn't feel like paying for a meal I could eat for free at home.)

And then came the newest episode of House. Which I'll discuss in my next post.

Sorry for the sudden jolt

Sorry, I had to move. Again. It was an emergency. I'll move my blog back once the threat of family members finding it passes. I seriously don't want my Canadian aunts and other assorted family members to browse my blog and read and gossip about it.