December

The Weekend is an awesome band on whose tracks I wanna have sex constantly.

So 2011 is almost over, can't wait for 2012. A lot of things have happened this year, good and bad. If I were to describe this year, mostly it would be an eventful year with a lot of drama. Apparently I am a magnet for drama. Either that or I'm becoming a drama queen, drama-llama.

Also, this Christmas must have been the most unchristmassy Christmas ever. Didn't even get a tree or decorate the house, barely spent time with the family, out drinking mostly to shoo away thoughts and numb feelings. Whoa, yeah, I think it's the second one, I'm becoming a drama queen. But all in all it wasn't a disaster, just not family warm and reassuring.

On the 25th I went to see Sherlock Holmes 2 at the cinema, had a great time watching it, the cinematic is wonderful and I just love the way Sherlock interacts every time with Watson, they're such a great pair!

Well, darlings, I wish all of you a happy New Year full of happiness and good luck! See you in 2012!

Let's play a game

What song was at #1 for the week you were born?
1. go to 
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_number-one_hits_(United_States) and look up the song that was at #1 for the week you were born
2. find the song on youtube
3. share it here

Eh, could've been better, but it's good :D


Having the weirdest musical weekend ever: from listening to 2NE1 to listening to Celldweller, Ray Charles and so on and so forth. Winamp on shuffle is amusing. 


Went Friday night to one of my friend's band rehearsal. It was fucking awesome. I meant to go to one of these session since last year. Oh, how I regret that only now I went. I'm seeing each of them in a different light, and not in a groupie kind of way. The music they make is wonderful, and I cannot wait for them to release a single or an album. I'll be the first one to buy their music <3

"The Werewolf" by Angela Carter

"It is a northern country; they have cold weather, they have cold hearts. 

Cold; tempest; wild beasts in the forest. It is a hard life. Their houses are built of logs, dark and smoky within. There will be a crude icon of the virgin behind a guttering candle, the leg of a pig hung up to cure, a string of drying mushrooms. A bed, a stool, a table. Harsh, brief, poor lives. 

To these upland woodsmen, the Devil is as reals as you or I. More so; they have not seen us nor even know that we exist, but the Devil they glimpse often in the graveyards, those bleak and touching townships of the dead where the graves are marked with portraits of the deceased in the naif style and there are no flowers to put in front of them, no flowers grow there, so they put out small votive offerings, little loaves, sometimes a cake that the bears come lumbering from the margins of the forests to snatch away. At midnight, especially on Walpurgisnacht, the Devil holds picnics in the graveyards and invites the witches; then they dig up fresh corpses, and eat them. Anyone will tell you that. 

Wreaths of garlic on the doors keep out the vampires. A blue-eyed child born feet first on the night of St. John's Eve will have second sight. When they discover a witch - some old woman whose cheeses ripen when her neighbours' do not, another old woman whose black cat, oh, sinister! follows her about all the time, they strip the crone, search for her marks, for the supernumerary nipple her familiar sucks. They soon find it. Then they stone her to death. 

Winter and cold weather. 

Go and visit grandmother, who has been sick. Take her the oatcakes I've baked for her on the hearthstone and a little pot of butter. 

The good child does as her mother bids - five miles' trudge through the forest; do not leave the path because of the bears, the wild boar, the starving wolves. Here, take your father's hunting knife; you know how to use it. 

The child had a scabbby coat of sheepskin to keep out the cold, she knew the forest too well to fear it but she must always be on her guard. When she heard that freezing howl of a wolf, she dropped her gifts, seized her knife, and turned on the beast. 

It was a huge one, with red eyes and running, grizzled chops; any but a mountaineer's child would have died of fright at the sight of it. It went for her throat, as wolves do, but she made a great swipe at it with her father's knife and slashed off its right forepaw. 

The wolf let out a gulp, almost a sob, when it saw what had happened to it; wolves are less brave than they seem. It went lolloping off disconsolately between the trees as well as it could on three legs, leaving a trail of blood behind it. The child wiped the blade of her knife clean on her apron, wrapped up the wolf's paw in the cloth in which her mother had packed the oatcakes and went on towards her grandmother's house. Soon it came on to snow so thickly that the path and any footsteps, track or spoor that might have been upon it were obscured. 

She found her grandmother was so sick she had taken to her bed and fallen into a fretful sleep, moaning and shaking so that the child guessed she had a fever. She felt the forehead, it burned. She shook out the cloth from her basket, to use it to make the old woman a cold compress, and the wolf's paw fell to the floor. 

But it was no longer a wolf's paw. It was a hand, chopped off at the wrist, a hand toughened with work and freckled with old age. There was a wedding ring on the third finger and a wart in the index finger. By the wart, she knew it for her grandmother's hand. 

She pulled back the sheet but the old woman woke up, at that, and began to struggle, squawking and shrieking like a thing possessed. But the child was strong, and armed with her father's hunting knife; she managed to hold her grandmother down long enough to see the cause of her fever. There was a bloody stump where her right hand should have been, festering already. 

The child crossed herself and cried out so loud the neighbours heard her and come rushing in. They know the wart on the hand at once for a witch's nipple; they drove the old woman, in her shift as she was, out into the snow with sticks, beating her old carcass as far as the edge of the forest, and pelted her with stones until she fell dead. 

Now the child lived in her grandmother's house; she prospered. "




I've come across this tiny story-fairytale, and I must say I am deeply impressed by it. Written in the XX century and depicting today's society's needs. What are your first thoughts about it?

Day 3

3. What will be your last meal?


I'll probably go to KFC and buy a whole bunch of stuff there, then get a whole bunch of candy. I like snacks a lot...

Teenage love

 

 

 

 

"It's like screaming but no one can hear. You always feel ashamed that someone could be that important that without them, you feel like nothing. No one will ever understand how much it hurts. You feel hopeless, like nothing can save you. Then when it's over, it's gone, you almost wish you could have all that bad stuff back, so that you can have the good."

I love Skins, especially Effy, since she represents an alter-ego of mine. These are some of my favourite montages with them.

Day 2

2. Who will you visit for the last time (after not seeing each other for a long time)?


I suppose I'd visit the friend I'd seen the least the previous year. As of right now, I don't think I have such a person, since I'm seeing all of them constantly

Koukou Debut!

One of my favourite manga, or should I say shoujo, is "Koukou Debut" ("High school Debut"). It's a really nice, naive, and sincere love story that made me pick up even more manga just to find other cute stories such as that one.

I've stumbled upon totally incidentally the adaptation of its manga, and I must say I've had the best hour and a half or so of my life. The movie is not cheesy at all, and it's just hilarious! The actress playing Haruna is impeccable and Yoh is just so sweet.

You can find the movie easily on YouTube, but here's part one. Also, am loving the ending song!

Bold what applies to you.

I am a male.
I am a girl
I am shorter than 5’4.
I think I’m ugly. 
I’ve been told I’m ugly.
I have many scars.
I tan easily.
I wish my hair was a different color.
I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
I have a tattoo.
I want a tattoo. 
I am self-conscious about my body.
I’ve been told I’m attractive by a complete stranger. 
I have more than 2 piercings. 
I have a piercing in a place other than my ears.
I have freckles.
I’ve sworn at my parents.
I’ve run away from home.
I’ve been kicked out of the house. 
I have a sibling less than one year old.
I want to have kids someday.
I’m in school.
I’ve lost a child.
I have a job. 
I’ve fallen asleep at work/school.
I almost always do/did my homework.
I’ve missed a week or more of school.
I failed more than 1 class last year.
I’ve stolen something from my job. 
I’ve slipped out a “lol” in a spoken conversation.
Disney movies still make me cry.
I’ve peed from laughing. 
I’ve snorted while laughing.
I’ve cried from laughing so hard.
I’ve glued my hand to something.
I’ve had my pants rip in public.
I was born with a disease/disorder
I’ve broken a bone.
I’ve gotten stitches/staples.
I’ve had my tonsils removed.
I’ve sat in a doctor’s office/emergency room with a friend.
I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed. 
I had a serious surgery.
I’ve had chicken pox. 
I’ve had measles.
I’ve driven over 200 miles in one day.
I’ve been on a plane.
I’ve been to Canada. 
I’ve been to Mexico. 
I’ve been to Niagara Falls.
I’ve been to Japan.
I’ve been to Africa.
I’ve been to Hawaii.
I’ve gotten lost in my city.
I’ve seen a shooting star.
I’ve wished on a shooting star.
I’ve seen a meteor shower.
I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas. 
I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.
I’ve kicked a guy where it hurts.I’ve been to a casino.
I’ve been skydiving.
I’ve gone skinny dipping. 
I’ve played spin the bottle.                                       
I’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.
I’ve crashed a car.
I’ve been skiing.
I’ve been in a play.
I’ve met someone in person from Facebook.
I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue.
I’ve seen the Northern lights.
I’ve sat on a roof top at night.
I’ve played chicken.
I’ve played a prank on someone
I’ve ridden in a taxi.
I’ve seen Rocky Horror Picture Show.
I’ve eaten sushi.
I’ve been snowboarding.
I’m single.
I’m in a “it’s complicated” relationship.
I’m in a relationship. 
I’m engaged.
I’m married.
I’ve gone on a blind date.
I’ve been the dumped more than the dumper.
I miss someone right now.
I have a fear of abandonment.
I’ve gotten divorced.
I’ve had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back.
I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.
I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.
I’ve kept something from a past relationship.
I’ve had a crush on a teacher. 
I’ve been kissed in the rain.
I’ve hugged a stranger.
I have kissed a stranger.
I’ve done something I promised someone else I wouldn’t.
I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t.
I’ve snuck out of my house.
I have lied to my parents about where I am.
I am keeping a secret from the world.
I’ve cheated while playing a game. 
I’ve cheated on a test. 
I’ve ran a red light.
I’ve been suspended from school.
I’ve witnessed a crime.
I’ve been in a fist fight.
I’ve been arrested. 
I’ve passed out from drinking.
I have passed out drunk at least once in the past 6 months.
I’ve smoked.
I’ve smoked weed. 
I’ve taken painkillers when I didn’t need them.
I’ve eaten mushrooms.
I’ve popped E.
I’ve inhaled Nitrous.
I’ve done hard drugs.
I have cough drops when I’m not sick.
I have 3 pills at a time no problem. 
I have been diagnosed with depression.
I have been diagnosed with one or more anxiety disorder.
I’ve taken an anti-depressant.
I have been anorexic or bulimic.
I’ve slept an entire day without needing to go pee.
I’ve hurt myself on purpose.
I’ve woken up crying.
I hate funerals.
I’ve seen someone dying.
Someone close to me has committed suicide.
I’ve attempted suicide.
I’ve written a eulogy for myself.
I own over 5 rap CDs.
I own an IPod or an MP3 player.
I have an unhealthy obsession with anime/manga. I own something from Hot Topic.
I own something from Pac Sun.
I collect comic books. 

12 DAY 2012: END OF THE WORLD CHALLENGE

12 DAY 2012: END OF THE WORLD CHALLENGE

If today is the end of the world:

1. Are you ready? Why or why not?

2. Who will you visit for the last time (after not seeing each other for a long time)?

3. What will be your last meal?

4. What will be the last place you will visit?

5. Who will be the last person you want to be with?

6. What will be your last contribution to society?

7. What is that one thing you will do that you’ve always been wanting to do ever since?

8. What will be the last memory you want to be reminiscing?

9. Who is that one person you want to say sorry to?

10. What will be your last message to your enemies/friends?

11. What will be your last message to your loved one(s)?

12. Are you satisfied or happy with your life right now?

I've decided I'm gonna do this challenge. I love blog challenges!

So...

1. Yes, I am ready, I feel as if I've tried and experienced most of the things that seem important or relevant to me, and the rest are just bonuses that I keep collecting and putting them into a box labelled "Life".

Having so much stuff to do... that you decide to start watching One Piece.

Episode one, here I come!

And each time I find myself it's getting better and better. That feeling of composure is so gratifying. Makes me wanna lose myself a thousand times more, to become mad each and every morning, so by the end of the day to put the puzzle back together.

Old friends are precious. New friends are even more. But I love each of you equally.

I want to buy a pair of furry boots, who's in on that with me?

Surely you don't learn in class how to feel, how to manage your emotions, what to do when your friends burst into tears, when you should stop loving that wrong person or how to move on. You learn how to see that one side of the track they want you to see. You learn how to adapt to other's expectations, how everybody is right, except you, you are always wrong, and how you should just accept this sad reality.

But then you somehow get out of this system, this filthy corrupt way of thinking, and start doing some of your own. And realize what you're really made of. And how you can measure up to all possible expectations by not wanting to measure up to any expectations, and just being yourself, as cliché as that may sound.

But it's true. Unfortunately, or fortunately, it's true.

Going back to reading Haruki Murakami's "Kafka on the shore". I want "1Q84" too. Searching for subtitles for "Keinohrhasen".

Enjoy.

Dream catcher

I've always wanted a dream catcher. Always wondered if it worked. Dreams are so fascinating, don't you think so? What do they truly mean, or represent? Are they a denial of your subconscious thoughts and aspirations, or the opposite, a reflection of them? Can people really see the future through dreams? It was not once that what I've dreamt a long time ago after a few years or a matter of time it happened, and it all felt like a deja-vu, only that I knew for sure that I've dreamt it previously.

They are ever so fascinating. Love the feeling of a new world that constructs itself in my mind, that takes me places, that reveals to me in way unknown before.