Coming back again

This feeling, to always be observed, watched. Its getting back. Yes, yesterday in school i noticed it again, it felt like someone was watching me while studying, at the lessons, while eating, while walking, in the bus, in the trains, everywhere.

It’s been better lately, i almost didnt feel it at all for some months – weeks ago, but it has been coming and going. And now its getting worse again, i know, its just in my mind, its just to focus and try to not think about it. But sometimes its just not so easy.

About asses with King Arthur

Hi guys.
My name is Arthur. King Arthur. But you can call me Larry, as all my knights and friends do, excepting that fat lady called Guinevere, who loves to call me Archie-More-Dumber-Than-A-Cucumber. She is my wife and I have been planning all the time to kill her. I’m waiting for the invention of the atomic bomb, to detonate several usefull tones in her ass and in her mouth. Two bombs in each strategical point mentioned above, just in case…

I love to smoke and drink a beer
While fucking at Guinevere.

One day it happened that I waked up in the morning…..

Thinking deep like a stammer ship...

…. I waked up in the morning with some comunist ideas: let all the people to be rich, happy and sexual satisfyed! Including that ugly Guinevere! Let have all of us a free summer vacation on Miami, or, because on this age there are actually only several savages eating shit of buffalos along the Grand Canion and knowing about Miami and sharks and beaches, let instead all be happy on theirs own nasty backyards, where both Maries, the wife and the cow, are singinging together a small and pretty smart song like…for instance, this one:
La-la-la-la-laaaaaaa…muuuuuuuuu
let chat, baby, on yahoo!
Give me a kiss right here with your lips
And get instead a bag of chips
.

People around stared at me with big, sad eyes and that day they locked me in the tower, together with Merlin, for curing me. You know Merlin, that guy trying to stay on the tough market controlled now by the tough Harry Potter…It’s a nice guy if he doesn’t eat beans or tomatoes. Otherwise, he is a chemical weapon himself. Killing all living beings on an area of several castles around. It seems that his ass was cursed by an ancient witch to be hated by all people, until a young princess will kiss it (the ass) and it (the ass) will be transformed into a very attractive and good-smelling ass. All people in England are waiting for that strange and misterious lady to kiss Merlin in his ass and to release an entire country.
But ok, this story is not about Merlin’s ass. And anyway, I bet that he has the most hairy and browned around ass from all of us. Excepting maybe Guinevere. Checked both. In the tower.

Guinevere,the moving ass
It's like a huge bug in the grass.
You try to target it with your pee,
It jumps like Batman in a tree ....

Another day was, of course, a better day. Did you notice that always all another days are better than whatever today would you choose? Fuck!, this is pretty messy and I didn’t get my early morning tea of ants’hat raid t mustache mixed with frogs’ nails, therefore I am afraid that I cannot sustain this complex conversation with you. Really, maybe you are too clever for them all.
Anyway, another day I decided to put my knights on a parade,just for fun. Just to make people happy that these dumbs are ready to kill each other for something very dubious, like, for instance, the handicraft of Guinevere. Or maybe for the honour to wash the bikini of the same Guinevere. Actually, I am pretty inventive, I remember that once I put them to kill each other just for a fart of this really, really skilled Guinevere.

Here bellow are my beloved knights, Lancelot du Lac and Sir Percival, the survivours of that tournament.

Actually, Lancelot du Lac
Was in love with Donald the Duck
Nothing about Guinevere, my queen,
Which layed drunk in Aberdeen

Sir Percival the knight
Was chatting all the night
With very hot contesses, on yahoo,
Unfortunatelly, this is the truth

These two guys did fight a lot and, finally, I decided to them both in jail, for one week. Because it was boring, boring, boring. And their horses actually shitted a lot on my yard. Yuck!

When I don’t put my knight to kill or to go drunk, I like to play a little bit the romantic role of a lonely king which is in love with a lonely queen. And where could be a queen more lonely than in a cold, dark English tower?
This is why I travel with Guinevere a lot, looking around for proper towers for our small perverse game.

I - king, you - Queen,
Have here a banana, my dear,
Have also a huge cup of beer
While travelling to Aberdeen

Sometimes I just stop in the middle of something (generally it happens when I’m shitting) and I start to deeply think at the meaning of life. What is life?, I ask myself. If I am still awake after 20 secs, I generally offer to the world my favourite answer: Life is like a condom: strange..
This one came into my mind when my sister, I forgot her name, visited me once, to introduce her set of Mordred twins. Or clones, I really forgot. Anyway, there were about four Mordreds, pal, not only one. I am not completely sure about the real number, because I cut myself some fingers, while I extract Excalibur from the stone, and since then math was a really, really huge problem for me. But there were at least four Mordreds, because… let me see… yep, because I still have my four long nailed fingers…

This looks a little bit as random,
It's just an argument for using condom...

And yes, I killed them all, including their damn horses.
Those little creatures were shitting in the middle of my yard, one by one, as in a secret ritual of a secret society of a secret diarrhea! But too many secrets drives me really mad! ‘Cause I am an artist, and not all colours of shit fit with the architectonics of Camelot.
Only mine and the one of my horse.

Looking around for a welcome pub,
I have to build a world from stub...
I'm pretty good on modelling the world,
'Cause I'm portioning stubs using my sword.

Seriously, I can send one to you for free, to scientifically analyze it and to pass your testimony to the next generation.
Or keep it as souvenir.

 

(c) marius09.wordpress.com

Paparazzi diary
Pics above were shot on June, around a Romanian castle called Rashnov.
It was the perfect day to drink some beers, to eat some hot-dogs (called here mici) and also to evaluate the various quality of shit, coming from the noble races of some pretty extraordinary creatures, usually called horses. As we use to say peace makers, when we talk about cartoons (what else…?), we would say also shit makers. You know what I’m talking about, right…?

   

(c) 2009 marius09.wordpress.com

I Like This

"Roboto wears: Shirt - Flat Head, Jeans - Iron Heart, Shoes - Common Projects"

This guy made a bunch of drawings of characters from Masters of the Universe dressed in modern day clothes, then made a website about it:

I imagined them somewhere in the indie/hipster/fashion-scene, as if they were doing a photoshooting [sic] for some magazine. I’m a fashion-nerd myself, so I dressed them up in things that really excist [sic] and that I like.

Rock on.

See the restof the re-masterd Masters of the Universe HERE.

Windows 7?

My dad just installed Windows 7, which he got through the Microsoft Partner Program. I don’t know if its just because he has it but not me, but I’m not a hundred percent happy with it. It does (apparently) have better running and loading times, as well as a smaller install, but one of the main things I like in an OS, maybe even more than how it runs, is how it looks.
If you haven’t got where this is going yet, I’ll tell you. I am not impressed by what it looks like. First of all the initial loading and login screens have been totally revamped, with a glowing (or getting increasingly blurry and bright, which is more the case) windows logo and star moving thingy for the initial load, and a blue screen with some lines and some description of bird for login.
After getting through that, you can see that the sidebar has taken on a more yahoo widgets look, with the gadgets moveable about the screen. All right, you may say, but all it really does is distract you from the horrid sight down below – the fat, ugly taskbar, that looks like a reject from the 98 days, with a large icon-only view type initially, it just doesn’t feel like it belongs.

Goodmorning, heartache- you're like an old friend

Colby and I concluded yesterday’s evening discussing our current rotation of bizarre apocalpyptic dreams.  It started when he confided to me that the reason he has been sleeping with the air conditioning on, although our nights have been becoming quite cold, is due to the fantastic nightmares he seems to have when his body is struggling to keep warm is, well, enjoyable to him.  Wow, you like having nightmares AND being cold?  Right on, son   When he described his most current dream though, my hair stood on end- it was an end of times sort of dreams with sky  black and filled with a constant curtain of stars falling past the Earth.  There’s no where to hide in these dreams.  I’ve been having that dream for a long time.  It was a cool conversation and we even read portions of Revelations.  Anyway, there’s no point here- I am just wondering is, when I wake him up in a few minutes for school, if he actually slept well after that.

I did not have  a great night of sleep.  I slept soundly a little after one o’clock but had cried sometime beforehand and now, despite a frozen rice and vegetables compress I held on my face, my eyes and lips are obviously puffy; ugh, I hate that!   I could cry for three seconds and you’d be able to tell three days later!  I’m not even sure what to make of the conversation Dale and I had.

I’ve got to get moving; I’m determined to have a decent day- cross country meet this afternoon and a drug raid at work to keep me busy.   It’s all going to start momentarily with some french toast and loud music

The price of tea in China

I love this phrase, heard it on Mad Men and then in conversation the other day.  So in the spirit of random:

I was having a conversation with our resident town crier at my restaurant job the other day when he made an interesting observation. People are neither polite nor kind anymore these days.

I have always prided myself on the fact that I am never rude to anyone, I don’t see the point of it being rude. He highlighted the Kanye West incident, Rep. Joe Wilson yelling at the President, etc. L.A times talked about it like it was some new affliction leading to the decline of civility. I think it has to do with proximity. People in the Midwest and remote areas are much friendlier because they have to cope with one another far less frequently.

In other randomness, I was fascinated to discover that my a great deal of people who I know who I would consider rather hairy abhor hair on others. I remember as a child being amazed that my late grandmother had a mustache. Apparently a high fat levels promote increased levels of circulating insulin causing the ovaries to produce androgen. Hirsutism is another reason to not be fat.

Lastly, a great quote from Timothy Leary, an extremely fascinating person: Before his first experiments with mushrooms, Leary had described his life of 35 years disparagingly, writing he had been “an anonymous institutional employee who drove to work each morning in a long line of commuter cars and drove home each night and drank martinis … like several million middle-class, liberal, intellectual robots.”

Libra - Love & Marriage

The Libra female is vivacious and captivating. The Libra man is charming and a bit of a ladies man. Both will look for the same thing when it comes to love and marriage. Even though they are both romantics, they desire a union of the minds.

Therefore, it is important to note that Librans need to enjoy the company of their mate every bit as much as the physical relationship. This doesn’t mean they’re not sensual. They are. But they won’t settle for a one-dimensional, passionate romance. The Libra native weighs all aspects of a relationship, before committing to a permanent partnership.

Because they are the peacemakers of the Zodiac, they tend to create a comfortable, serene atmosphere in their home. Harmony is key to a successful marriage where they are concerned. They do not gravitate toward negativity, so are never drawn to that type of personality.

Although they possess a hardy temper, the right partner will witness a full-out explosion only rarely, because Libra devotes a good amount of attention toward making a partnership happy and beautiful.

Another thing that Librans do quite well, which adds to a continued blissful relationship, is they know how to surround themselves with a diverse variety of friends. Therefore, their social contacts also help to keep their relationship fresh, alive and exciting.

Of course, while giving so much to a relationship, they require things in return. Their partner must know how to cater to their whims, be receptive to their ideas and be willing to spend a great deal of time doing things together. That’s not much to ask, and the partner who is willing to deliver will possess an amazing rapport known only to a very few.

More to come about Compatibility & Health

First Concert

I’ve decided to use this theme to tell a story about some of my most memorable concerts.  Of course, I’ll start with my first concert, however, I’m ashamed to admit that my first concert was Culture Club.  My parents escorted my sister and me to the show when I was thirteen.  I loved the show, but the experience was a nightmare and my parents swore they would never take us to another concert again.  They kept their word and I kept my concert t-shirt after all these years.  

 

 

  

At age sixteen, I attended my first concert with a group of friends without chaperones: U2, Joshua Tree Tour, which was an absolutely amazing show.  I stood third row from the stage and I’ll never forget how star struck I was by Bono and The Edge.  I was three rows away from a man who would someday become known as a world humanitarian.  Even then, I could feel that power, energy and charisma while standing in his presence.

 

 

 

Almost a decade later, my sister and I bought tickets to see Live.  Another amazing show, but this concert sticks out in my mind because my future husband was among the many fans in the audience, however, our paths were not meant to cross that night.  We were destined to meet a few months later.

 

 

 

 Eventually, Allan and I met and while dating we attended our first concert together.  A local radio station hosted a free concert on Clearwater Beach and the headliner was a new rising star named Jewel.  An interesting mix of people formed a small crowd that stood on the beach to hear this young performer sing her recent hit, Who Will Save Your Soul.  I distinctly recall some of the remarks made by a gentleman who stood near us.  In a country twang he hollered out, “Jewel, your voice is like sugar straight from the cane.”

 

Later that evening while we stood in the powdery sand listening to Jewel’s sweet sugary yodels, Allan kissed me.  Of course, the gentleman Jewel fan had a comment.  “Can I have one?”  he asked in a country tang.

  

“Sure,” Allan replied as he leaned in to kiss the gentlemen. 

  

Fortunately, the gentleman’s friends thought it was funny and thankfully, no fight broke out but he did keep his comments to himself after that.   Watching Jewel for free on the beach was definitely a great time but I think it’s cool that we saw Jewel perform before she became a huge success. 

 

 

festivus for the tech in us

Last week the University of Alaska Fairbanks held TechFest ‘09, a jam-packed three-day event hosting dozens of classes on a variety of technology related topics.  I took as many as my schedule would allow, and really enjoyed myself.  Since I am affiliated with the University at two levels (student and staff), there was not a shortage of classes that applied to me in some way.  My favorite, however, was a SMARTboard session I attended on Wednesday afternoon.  It was the first time I have ever seen an interactive whiteboard do what it was designed to do!

The most important piece of knowledge I gleaned from this session was that the Notebook Software used on the SMARTboard brand boards is (are you ready for this?) FREE for any teacher or student with access to a board!!!!  What a GREAT opportunity for teachers to get their students involved in the classroom!  Have your students, parents, (or yourself) go to the SMARTtech support website to start the process.  It is easy to download, and your could begin creating their next interactive presentation within minutes!

FESTIVUS for the [tech in] us!

Quasi-Psycho behaviour..

If someone asks me what is my most stark behavior or my most quintessential behavior then I would say it is a kind of a psycho behavioral attribute of which I am proud as well as ashamed.
I don’t know where it started or when I first realized it.
I guess I need a semi-fictional example to explain :

Situation 1::
Mr. X : Hey Saaquib why din’t you come over to my birthday last night. I invited you.
Saaquib : I thought it would rain and I wasn’t in mood to get drenched.
Mr. X : Dude..it’s rainy season..it’s raining everyday..you still come to office..and everyone else came to party, even your flatmate…
Saaquib : yeah still I did’nt want to step in rain..
Mr. X : (furious with anger) !!!!

Situation 2::
Boss : Saaquib, why dint you come to office yesterday ?
Saaquib : I was in Mumbai
Boss : But you could have atleast sent me a message
Saaquib : I was in roaming(Roaming :: higher charge for sms/call when your cell is in different state/circle) and so did not sent any message !!!!!! (wtf did i say !!!!)
Boss : (MAD/CRAZY at me ) !!!!

Now though I had a 100 good excuses I dint use any and told the truth because of this wierd thought pocess that goes on in my mind in situations like these. Let me try to explain. While I could have lied to this freind why dint I lie ?? The reason is MY MIND. My mind thought :
1) Well Mr. X has asked me a question and now I have to answer
2) I have approximately 100 good wonderful excuses which shall do the job
3) BUT WAIT !! If at all I tell him the truth he shall fell bad so I will have to lie..
(here the real psycho mind takes over)
4) But why would he feel bad ???
5) Why cant he just accept that I dint want to go to his party
6) Why cant people understand that others may have other important things that attending their parties
7) Why cant he handle the truth
I have to tell the truth
9) Delete all excuses and tell the truth
10) damage done. Mind happy.

So my mind keeps playing these games on me. If I feel that an excuse is necessary in some situation my mind just doesnt listen and spits the dirty truth which just freaks out the person in front.

I desperately need to learn the art of lying.

Filmkveld: Kinky Boots

Etter den spankingpornografiske nedturen trøstet vi oss med nok en sexkomedie. Jeg begynner å mistenke at vi alltid burde ha en av dem på lager, i hvert fall hvis vi ikke finner noe god porno snart.

Denne komedien var god. Hvor ofte ser vi en film myntet på den jevne borger med en dragqueen som ikke bare er der for at folk skal le av ham, og som dessuten er sexy? Comic relief, dersom man kan si at det finnes noe slikt i en komedie, er ivaretatt av fjolset med fordommene, og det var forfriskende.

Jeg likte historien også, løst basert på en sann historie. En ung fabrikkeier går nye veier for å redde fabrikken, og finner et nisjemarked – kvalitetssko for dragqueens. Det blir det naturligvis bråk av.

Underholdningsverdi: Høy.
Het: Oh yes.
Høydepunkt: Filmens høydepunkt var nok krangelen med kjæresten, mens filmvisningens var da noen lurte på hvor mye slike sko egentlig kostet og om de ville være vanskelige å få tak i.
Verdt å se: Definitivt.

Motomaster in Tennessee

Found this via twitter thanks to Sibertron {twitter}.

I always love when someone goes and makes a real life replucation of an Transformer. And while we most commonly see Autobot replucations every once in a while we’ll see a Decepticon one. I’m not much fan of the Decepticon Motormaster (the Stunticon leader) I have to say, the person who redid this truck did a pretty darn good job at it.

And I could have so gone seen him for my self. If I could hitch a ride or something. Tennesse isn’t that far away.

The rest of the images you can see here.

the ugly truth.

 

wah.

hebat2.

that was.. surprising (?)

if it works for you, then.. have fun (?)

 

i don’t really think it’s a big deal, it looks more like a popularity game than a blogging domain.

but.. whatever (?). it’s okayy. and some people like that sort of thing, so it’s fine.

i have nothing against it.

 

but don’t you think that it’ll be better if our lives are not for show (?)

not the little kinds of shows, it’s the huge award-winning kinds of shows.

the one where you become your own newsflash in your own predesigned bulletin.

where it’s an extravaganza production with you as the leading role.

the star of the play.

it’s like broadway, isn’t it?

does that appeal to you?

to have even the tiniest most intimate pieces be put on display – and what more by your own hands.

and your fingertips rule that little realm you’re so accustomed with.

and the crowd cheers aloud while you walk that walk and talk that talk in your own little kingdom on that platform.

this is the life.

do you know what people say (?)

that sometimes your enemy may know you better than your friends (?)

because enemies don’t hold back on the real deal.

they just roar – head on.

they throw at you what we call reality.

the ugly truth that your friends may have kept so well hidden.

 

well.

a few hours ago i thought that i might have ruined somethng to a possibly unimaginable extent that even the thought of damage control feels a little far-fetched.

 

but then i got home and figured out that it didn’t happen that way, so i’m soo relieved it’s like indescribable.

moral of the story is that : anythng can happen. to anyone.

and maybe.. no amount of preparation and precaution could be enough to prepare you and caution you frm what’s to come.

 

owh.

yes. i got home (again).

there was a change of plans.. we were supposed to travel to return to campus after the hari raya travelling, but then dad decided to come back home tonight, and leave for our campus tomorrow morning after sunrise [awal gile].

 

the hari raya travelling was fun.. owh, and my sister and i went for a movie on friday night.

mvie starts at 9.00p.m but we bought the tickets at around 9.06. then ran around looking for theatre 7. and rushed to the 7th floor. finally arrived and sat down – seat nmbr 7 [and 6]. it was crazy. when we finally sat down the movie’s already started, but fortunately we didn’t miss anythng big.

except for well, probably the opening scene.

owh.

and it was “the ugly truth”. the kind of movie that would probably be really embarassing for you to watch with your other half [if you get what i mean]. you see, the best way to enjoy a movie is probably one where you don’t even know what the story is about – buy tickets on the spot, and rush in. i didn’t know that it’s that kind of movie. haha. but not that “that” kind of movie. double haha.

curious?

go find out yourself.

 

owh.

and i like the love-hate relationship sort of thing.

it’s kinda refreshing.

 

 

owh owh

i have to go to sleep.

people are asking.

 

i’m going like now.

goodnight.

GP & MJ, L & D, $ & <3, too many initials means i don't really care if you get it or not

people are gonna talk all that talk
about grieving and loss
but just because he’s the sixth one gone
doesn’t mean it doesn’t mean as much

he was still a life,
and your love for him was strong
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it’s a new post in the same post
new post
right now
in the same post
it’s postetry
poetry
or whatever the internet wants to call it.
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you can buy tickets to the movie
about the last time he was gonna dance
you can’t buy tickets to the last time anymore
but you can buy tickets to his death

I don’t wanna see any commercials about him
because he’s dead and his family don’t feel okay
he had a life
and he didn’t
now he doesn’t have anything

and i still don’t wanna pay

First Week: Check

Got my first week at the new job out of the way. It’s a bit odd to get back in the trenches after so long. I mean, I was practically begging for the weekend. Big change when everyday used to be a Saturday.

“You’re not complaining about that train ride anymore, huh Brown Man?” my father asked. Actually, he calls me “Black”, not “Brown Man”. But the names in this story were changed for the protection of the innocent.

“Oh man you kidding me?” I said. “I am ENJOYING the train ride! Bring it on! Fifi (fiancee) is sitting next to me all tired and groggy from the ride, and I’m all smiles. ‘Oh Mr. Stinky Indian, you want to come on the train? SURE! Sit next to me! There’s nothing but a barrel full of LIFE at the end of this train ride!’” Yup, very happy to be back to work.

“You used to bitch about that ride everyday of your life.” Yup. 15 years straight.

Typical

Well on Sunday I head to Rome. I shall be in the Eternal City from the afternoon of Sunday 27th until noon on Friday 2nd. And in the best traditions of me going everywhere:

• The Vatican Museum has free opening on Sunday for World Tourism Day. I will miss the chance as I won’t be there early enough.
• For only two months, the Vatican museums are open late night on Fridays (one of only two days I will not be there.)
• The State Archaeology Program finishes on 26th Sept. This program gives tourists unprecedented access to current digs and parts of the forum that haven’t been open for decades. It finishes the day before I arrive.
• The Church of San Teodoro that I’ve tried many times to visit unsuccessfully, I’ve discovered is only open Sunday 10:30 am til noon (i.e. just before I arrive.)
• The Mausoleum of Augustus (one of the most interesting and impressive ancient monuments) is closed for restoration and the whole area is being re-done. It will be ready later this year.
• I arrive on Sunday, but my payday is on Monday, so I will be very poor for the first day.

In all, I have just so organised my time in Rome just in order to miss some of the most tremendous opportunities. I have a history of this. Three separate holidays near Alicante we tried to visit the ruins of Roman Lucentum. And everytime it happened to be closed. We drove about a hundred miles round the south coast of Spain to get to Baelo Claudia on a Monday, only to find that Monday is the only day it’s closed.

Moreover, expect Rome to collapse in dust and rubble in around a week. I carry with me a curse.

• In 1990 I went to Venice and the next year they announced that the city was sinking.
• In 1990 I went to Assisi and a few years later there was an earthquake that almost destroyed the basilica.
• Sometime around the millennium I visited Girona in Spain (have been several times). That same year, some of the city walls fell down.
• In 2004 I went to Rome and we saw Nero’s Domus Aurea. It was open for the first time in 20 years. Two years later it suffered massive water damage and has been closed ever since.

Offhand those are a few examples I can remember. There are many more. Just don’t invite me to a house-warming!

And I’ve still got this stinking cold. It’s officially the tail-end, but I feel it’s a very long tail with some serious muscle. I suffer quite badly with inner-ear-pressure problems during flight landings. When I have a cold, it’s 10 times worse. Whoop.

On the bright side:

It’s Rome. There’s ancient monuments galore. There’s Peroni Nastro Azzuro. There’s Pizza. The weather is apparently very good.

Ah hell, who am I kidding. I’m as excited as a kid getting a Tie-Fighter for Christmas!

Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo….

KRP: The Final Steps

Hey everyone.

KRP is going to be taking flight starting tomorrow.

Here’s the updated list:

Orange long sleeved shirt – CHECK
Green skirt – CHECK
Green Mittens/Gloves – NOPE
Green Scarf – CHECK
Natural Orange/Red Hair Dye – CHECK

Woohoo!! The scarf color is just a tiiiny bit off from the skirt, but it still looks incredibly close to it.

Anyway, KRP takes flight tomorrow, starting with dyeing my hair ‘Fire Red.’ I can’t wait to see how it turns out, I’m sooo excited.

Then the next day is when I get dressed up and yeahh.

Can’t wait!

So, this school that I happen to attend according to law has this thing that you can report your friends to if you know something’s wrong with them.

I’m reporting myself.

I know. You’re probably thinking “Now why in the hell would she do that?”

Because I need it, and it can be used as a ploy to get me switched. Cunning, isn’t it? Quite…

Eh ma God. Today, I was studying with this dude named Dennis. So I looked at his shirt and it had TOWELIE ON IT!! XD I started grinning like a big idiot, and tried sooo hard to hide it.

I did quite the good job.

I said to him “I like your shirt. I love Towelie.” I was so uber proud of myself for actually saying something to someone without a teacher telling me to, or without them talking to me first.

This was the shirt he had on.

Yeah, I’m that antisocial.

Also during Spanish, I was supposed to be partnered up with this jock-dick-asshole that I sit next to for an activity. I didn’t say anything at all to him. So, he whispered something to the dude in front of him’s ear, and he turns around and says to me: “Why aren’t you playing with him?” Cause it was this lame, retarded game.

Now, of course, in my mind, I interpreted that pervertedly. Who wouldn’t?? I mean, everyone makes a comment in this school whenever someone mentions the number 69.

Ok. Continuing on. So student next to me, student in front of him, and student in front of me turn around and face me, expecting for me to say something. I just glared at ’student in front of student next to me’ with my infamous, “Stop-talking-to-me-bitch-I’m-pissed-off-that-I’m-here” glances, and everyone immediately turned around and went back about their business.

See? I do scare people. Case closed.

The only emotions I ever show at school are,
Angry/Pissed off
Depressed/Sad

Angry/Pissed off is like a scowl thing, that happens a lot without my knowledge, apparently. And it comes in great handy when you’re trying to look pissed off, especially when you already are.

Depressed/Sad is kind of like, head down, eyebrows raised a little, and sad deep, little puppy-dog eyes. That’s one more common.

And the occasional laughter, which I experience randomly during class.

I think of South Park a lot during school, and since it’s one hell of a funny show, I usually will just start laughing during class. Not loud enough or anything to get in trouble, but you know. Whenever I crack a smile or start laughing, I instantly cover my mouth with my palm and try to calm myself down.

*Breathes in* *Breathes out*

Woo… This has been one helluva day. But it’s been one of the few “Mehh…” says I’ve had since school started.

But homework is just not an option with me. Sorry, no way no how.

I have a 101 average in Spanish. Isn’t that wonderful?? This is my 3rd year taking it, so I already know… some, heh.

Ok. I’m running out of shizz to post
Bye~
-Taylaa~^^

One-Minute Anecdotes #4: Health Code Violation

This week I will be trying something a little different. Each day, Monday through Friday, I will be posting an anecdote that I was unable to expand into 700 or more words but I feel is funny in it’s own right. Each one will likely take you a minute or less to read. Hence the name. I know, it’s clever, right?

Your minute starts now.

Health Code Violation

At the office where I work, things can get a bit awkward for the male workers. You see, the men’s restroom is in a rather strange location. Unlike the lady’s room, which is tucked away in a quiet and peaceful corner, far, far away from the hardships of the world, ours is in the kitchen. Yes, the kitchen. It’s right smack in the middle of the area where all the employees from the entire building go to take their breaks, eat their lunches and have water cooler talk about whichever reality television show is hip and cool on that particular week.

The men of the department learn quickly that one has to master the art of managing their restroom time effectively because if you don’t go early on in the day then you run the risk of that super large mega coffee that you paid eighteen dollars for at Starbucks kicking in right when the all-female financial department sits down for their noontime lunch, and before you know it, you are stuck in a single toilet bathroom doing your business with an audience of thirteen to twenty gals who can clearly hear every stir, noise, and grunt through the paper-thin walls. The only thing worse than having your co-workers hear your most private of moments? Having to then exit the restroom into a room full of people who do everything in their power to avoid making eye contact with you while doing the walk of shame past them all. You might be wondering if having a restroom so close to a kitchen a health code violation. I’m pretty sure it is. It also brings a new meaning to the old phrase “Don’t poop where you eat.” It all makes so much sense now.

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Also in this Series:
One-Minute Anecdote #1: Haiku Poetry
One-Minute Anecdote #2: Awkward House Shopping
One-Minute Anecdote #3: My Corrugated Plastic Hell
One-Minute Anecdote #4: Health Code Violation

Big and Little A now have their own Page!

 

UNCUT. UNPLUGGED. UNEDITED. UN…Ummm….well they’re there.  along with my promise to them. You won’t be edited.    You won’t be “big brothered”  You will be loved. I can’t promise Big A’s attendance, but Little has already spoken.   (did you feel the ground shake?)

 

Visit them at their link at the top of the page!  Leave a comment.  Pls.   encourage them. 

Road-doesn't-works

Everywhere I go on the bike these days I come up against roadworks. Everywhere I meet temporary traffic lights, lines of orange cones and yellow diversion signs, and it’s got me thinking about a career change. You see, I want to be the man responsible for road closures and diversions.

I want to start small. My first three diversion systems will:

1. Send two lots of traffic from different directions into the same stretch of single-carriageway road from opposite ends.

2. Send all diverted traffic into a supermarket car park. Preferably one that already has it’s own idiotic and arcane one-way system.

3. Send all traffic along a one way diversion round various streets that ends up bringing them right back to where they started at the roadworks.

Tell me that wouldn’t be fun to watch on the monitors.

The next step would be to see if I can get diverted traffic:

1. So far from the roadworks they have entered a different county before they’re sent back to their destination.

2. From 5 different sets of roadworks into the same road as part of the diversion, where they will need to filter in. Then at the end of the single stretch, separate them out again but not make it clear which diversion goes where.

3. See if I can get a single vehicle to touch both the East and West coast of northern England during one single diversion.

I’m nothing if not ambitious.

Heh heh heh.

The explanation for the pictures is in the post.. I couldn't post them at the end for some reason.. lol

and just randomly, myself&my sister

myself&my sister again

S&I

Myself&S

You are beautiful. Yes, that IS what my banner says.. this week.. Do I believe it? Right now, not so much. I’ve been back and forth on this phrase.. It’s safe to say, that between the ages of 13-16 I definetly did not feel the slightest bit of beauty in myself (hence the ED). And it’s also safe to say, that, THIS year however, I’ve been able to distinguish what Ilove about myself, I feel truly felt was worth while, can you believe that I was actually able to enumerate reasons to be proud of myself?

Where has it gone? I’m being sucked right back in to my world. The fact that I don’t mind, even in the least, prooves that it’s happening. The lying has already begun.. Not only to myself, but to my aunt, who has done everything she possibly could to make me feel loved.. beautiful.. The deceiving will follow soon enough.. When she realizes what’s happening (yet again), when my girlfriend realizes that as SHE’S going INTO her recovery, I’m brutaly falling out of it, when she’ll feel as if my ED is more important as she is.. Which is pure torture to feel like that btw, I’ve felt it with her. Although it is NOT, one can’t help to feel that way.

But, my decision was made. It IS made. And ever since I’ve made this decision, to completely off-road recovery, I have to admit, I have been feeling like letting everything else go.. I picture myself a few weeks from now going to school&going to work&smiling simply because this is what I”ll HAVE to do in order to feel any bit successful with myself. Not then will I want to, nor will it have any importance next to my E.D.. But, for some reason, it will matter enough for me to keep at it, in a matter that isin’t really keeping at it at all, now, is it?

Enough about the ED for a second.. My girlfriend is coming down in early October (&oh, am I EVER exited!) We havn’t seen each other in quite a while&since our long distance bills went up, it’s been hard to hear each others voices also. I must admit, I AM proud of us. To have our 1year anniversary coming up in a few weeks, after dealing with EDs on both our parts, AND long distance relationship, and still be just as in love as we always were.. This is it. THIS is love. To be able to love someone spiritualy as you can’t have them with you physicaly. To be able to stop your life and meet them halfway. To be able to feel them with you all day long, as if they’re actually there, body and soul. I love her. Incredibly. I gave her a ring, I’m not sure if I blogged about this yet, but yes, this summer I gave her a ring. &I have my reasons to suspect that when she’s coming down, on our 1year, she will be giving me one also. THIS is the girl I will be spending the rest of my life with, however long or short it is. It’s her.

I also believe I’ve never posted a picture of us? Therefor, instead of the usual random pictures I put up in my posts, this time, it’ll be one (or a few) of my and my babe.

But, I really should get going.. I’ve got a heap load of homework to do..And my Yoga also, I’ve got to find energy for that.

xoxo
Amandah

Long time no write!

So it has been awhile since I’ve login, but then again not much has been going on.  I’m working on a “Buck” scrapbook (will show pictures later), put packing on hold last weekend (for obvious reasons) and will again this weekend because I have to work.  haven’t been working on my Swedish lessons – and that is not good at all!  I did however start to workout this week.  That has been a little shock to my system, but I feel better now that I am.  Tonight I am going over to Vanessa’s for some wine (a friend that I’ve had since I was eleven).  We are going to talk relationships and moving.  Like me, she is breaking up with her boyfriend and thinking about moving; to Brazil!!  I brought my camera, and I plan on taking some pics tonight (and put an end to all this boring text!).

I am starting to feel the pressure, financially and otherwise.  With the move to my cousins only a few weeks away, me being behind in my hours at work, money to come up with for Oktoberfest and to payback a loan, and I need tires for my car I’m starting to freak a little!!!  Then to boot, if I want to get over to Sweden in a year I need to get a side job so I can payoff my credit cards in time (or get a raise) – I am thinking dog walking, dog sitting, baby sitting, and house sitting – I’ll let you know how that goes.

All in all, things happen for a reason.  I’ll just work hard on my goals and see where it takes me.  Afterall, I could win the lottery!

I fell asleep beneath the flowers.

So let me begin my twilight by lighting up my candle.

Pretend it’ll just light up the world.

It used to be so dark, but yet i see could see.

You live somewhere in the corner where I used to chill.

But the weather’s too cold, & I didn’t bring my jacket,

Life’s no script but we always keep our emotions in a bracket.

But the fact that we are just too conservative on your expression.

Thats why our maths teacher forced us to expand the expression.

So suppression, I keep my balance of the HIs and LOs.

To be precise, I just keep everything down, put it on the low.

Lest something happens and I got no where to hide.

I still have these valuables right by my side.

But that fire-breathing dragon will just kidnap me at night when I sleep,

So don’t be sorry, that dragon might come over and will just peep.

till you travel to lala land and count them sheeps.

…..

….

…

..

.

Ah fuck, I was just,

Daydreaming….

On a beautiful day.

Voodoo Doughnut

Now I get the popularity of Voodoo Doughnut, located in Portland, Ore., and it’s for more than their clever tag line: “The Magic Is In The Hole.” On Tuesday I had my very first Voodoo Doughnut, a Bacon Maple Bar. Think of a perfect bite of pancake,  maple syrup and bacon and you get the general idea (I think I heard this description in a television interview a while back). Believe me, it works – deliciously. Plus Voodoo Doughnut can marry couples — legally. Talk about diversifying your business plan. Just another reason that Portland is, well, Portland. Check out their official web site here. And, needless to say, if you’re ever in Portland, Ore., stop and visit this local business. Apparently quite a few people already have, including some well known folks and media outlets. As usual, I’m just a little slow catching up or catching on. Well, better late than never.

Email Probs!!

Anybody know what’s up with @live or hotmail accounts. I have two accounts with them and just found out this morning that I am not receving email from anyone (on either account) unless they are on my safe senders list. I’ve posted on their help blog, but who knows how long it’ll take to get an answer. In the meantime, if anybody has actually tried to email me, I’m really not ignoring anybody, I’m just apparently not receiving anything.

What Makes a Good Blog

So I was wondering the other day, what makes a blog so popular?

Some blogs get thousands of hits everyday while some, like mine get like a hundred?

Lets take a look at some of the blogs around the net which I frequent.

• BusterBeam – Quoting himself : My blog has become something I never really intended it to be. It’s a mix of everything. I talk about the models I’m building, physical paradoxes in the theoretical technologies (yeah. sorry about that.), art, mecha, asian women (huh?)
• Gordon – His blog got nominated for the Singapore Blog Awards in 2008 and 2009. Blogs about life and his stormtrooping activities
• Ngee Khiong – His blog talks about the latest gunpla and toy releases.
• Mimi – From what I understand, her blog centres around her life, otaku-ism, and rants. Which makes it so interesting to read.
• Z – His blog is mainly on Gunpla reviews which is great as it provides a guide for us before buying.

There are more i’d like to mention but feeling lazy right now… xP

So anyways, why is it that their blogs are so popular? Any idea why? =)

Things that make you say, "hmmmm".

Now, I’ve got some debt for sure. I went to an incredibly over-priced private school, I’ve made a handful of albums and last year I bought a mini-van. All of these things contribute to a me owing “the man”, or more accurately, “the men”. I’m sure most of us are in the same boat. But I’m curious, what do y’all think about the national debt? I pulled this graph off of the Washingtion Post’s site. It’s a comparison of the Bush era budget and the projected Obama budget. These numbers are so huge they don’t even register with me anymore. My mind goes numb when people start saying trillion or hundreds of billions. Those kinds of figures are so far removed from my experience that they literally don’t phase me anymore. I just kind of shrug my shoulders and say, “Ah, well. It’s so big and I’m so small it can’t possibly effect me. I mean, it’s not like I’m going to have to pay it back by myself.” I heard different numbers for the debt per capita or per family owed. In other words, if we were to split up the national debt and have each household pay an equal amount. It would look something like $40 grand a piece. We may not ever have to pay a lump sum like that, but for sure our taxes are going to reach epic numbers like 70-78% of our income sooner than later.

We haven’t owed zero as a nation since Andrew Jackson was president. And back then it was in the hundred thousands and the one millions. That makes me think that, perhaps in our lifetime (should we live to be old, God willing), the national debt will soar into numbers that we haven’t even dreamed of. I doubt the founding fathers ever dreamed of numbers like trillions and quazillions.

“…the true patriotism, the only rational patriotism, is loyalty to the Nation ALL the time, loyalty to the Government when it deserves it.” -Mark Twain

Peace, hope and love.

Lesson for the Day

Having one of those crazy-busy days, where it seems impossible to pack all the things that need to be done into the ever-shrining hours in the day.  For lunch, Subway emerged as the logical choice, since it is on the bottom floor of the building which houses my lively, shared office space.

I got downstairs, yanked open the door and almost bulldozed the kid in front of me.  The line was backed up all the way to the door.  For Subway?  Whatever.  My only real option was to walk across campus to fetch food.  So I staked my space in line.

The sandwich artists were moving at the speed of a caterpillar navigating through molasses.  Fine.  Gives me more time to pick out my chips.

I order my usual (6″ veggie on wheat, American cheese, extra cheese, toasted please) and continue eavesdropping on the conversation these two kids behind me are having about how weed should be legalized.  I look back at the sandwiches a few minutes later and realized that my apathetic sandwich artist  has put Mr. Legalize Pot’s chicken breast on my double cheese toasted bread.  Shit.

I point out her mistake.  She says, “Oh,” and proceeds to pull the chicken breast (which has stuck to the cheese) off my bread, leaving a trail of melted cheese.  She plops the chicken breast on pothead’s sandwich and pats down the cheese on my sandwich.  “What would you like on that?” she asks, blithely.

Wha?

“Yeah, you are going to need to remake that,” I say, with as much civility as I can muster after half and hour in Subway waiting for a sandwich.

Dude.  Gross.  I don’t want some other cat’s chicken juice all over my bread and cheese.

What valuable lesson can we learn from this?  That both sandwich making and common sense are dying arts.  It is the only logical conclusion in such a crazy, mixed-up world.

Or that I should bring my own lunch to school.  Either way…

Sunday Randomness Gotta Love It!

So finally, the kids are off to bed and Mark is watching some War documentary all the while I’m writing Hellbound. My WIP is progressing slowly but surely and I’m loving the characters as their madness that they contribute to the process. This has been my saving grace as this weekend marked the 3rd anniversary of my fathers passing and it was a most welcomed distraction. On top of it all I got to do some Halloween planning with my girls. 

Most adults would think that my enthusiasm for Halloween is sad, but in all honesty, in my upbringing I was only allowed only one opportunity to go trick or treating and that was when I was 11. I think that the 31st of October offers children of all ages/nationalities/religions that one opportunity to be something else that you’re not. Call it temporary insanity but it’s a good thing to find an outlet for creativity and Halloween is one area everyone should start at and try.

Moving onto some not so silly stuff….ok who am I kidding? Just got the shipping notification that Kelley Armstrongs Frostbitten got mailed out and I’m soooooooooo excited and I can’t wait to hold the package…again a very sad moment in my reality. Although, the stacks of books that I’ve bought recently that still need to be read is starting to pile up and I still haven’t finished the 2 others that I already started.

Hundred Year Itch and Walking With Shadows will more than likely be submitted electronically before the end of the week and I can feel my nerves starting to get to the best of me. But of course I have Hellbound to keep me distracted so here’s to wishful thinking.  Back to the subject of my WIP, I think I’ve decided to submit Hellbound into CarpeArticulum’s contest for a novella. I realize that the deadline is only January 7th,2010 but I really really need to get my ass in gear and get the 1st draft completed before October 31st so I have enough time to make the necessary adjustments.

Onto some Twitter talk. I absolutely freaking LOVE IT! Do you know how many ppl I know who say on any given day say “Oh ya, Twitter! Oh I set up an account and didn’t know what the Hell to do with it, so I dropped it!” I’m left standing there, scratching my head thinking what is wrong with them. And then it dawns on me, that they’re looking for some application ridden program like FB. Not that there is anything wrong with FB because I have a personal account with them, but it drives batty when ppl are so quick to follow a trend and not even put a single thought into it.

Twitter has been a wonderful tool/universe for that matter in which you can meet fellow novices and experienced writers all in one giant mosh pit without prejudice. Can anyone say that isn’t awesome? I’ve had the opportunity to chat with wonderful folks from our continent and abroad without having to travel, not to mention for as much as I’m outspoken I’m quite shy in person, so this was a perfect opportunity to explore something new. All I want to say, is that anyone can use it and if you’re not sure how to, just ask around there are plenty of folks that would be happy to share their knowledge of Twitter.

If you do happen to be on twitter, pls feel free to drop in and say Hi!  There are plenty of cool ppl that I’m following and I would most definitely recommend them all. Some other cool writers I’m following will be posted at the end, so be sure to check them out. Anyways enough of my bantering, I’m just looking forward to my holidays that start in 2 weeks and my birthday which might I add is 19 sleeps away!

Enough about me, check out my personal fav’s on Twitter and their websites:

Trina M Lee ~ a fellow Canadian and Paranormal Romance writer ~ on twitter click here

Alanna Coca ~ a Romance writer ~ very fun to talk with ~ on twitter click here

Brittany Landgrebe ~ a fellow up & coming writer just like myself~ on twitter click here 

Some other fantabulous folk to check out on Twitter as previously mentioned in an earlier post please check out:

Lorna Suzuki ~ a fellow Canadian ~ admirable author of the Imago Fantasy series ~ on twitter click here

Christopher Belton ~ super amazing author, with over 40 books published ~ on twitter click here

Hope you enjoyed and please check back for Hellbound’s progress and much more.

Lots of love,

Layna

It's been interesting..To say the least.

Woke up pretty late, but when am I never waking up late? I woke up to Brent telling me the dream he had, which in his eyes was amazing. I’m not really a fan. We talked about more stupid stuff, then he showed me.. You guessed it. More stupid stuff. After that he decided that he’s going to get the last two Espers in Final Fantasy 12. I’m laughing at him cause he keeps losing some characters, bacuase his characters are 60-61 in a 60+ monster area.

I looked at my eyes in the mirror today. Noticing a lot of different textures and stuff in them. Maybe my eyes aren’t so bad. My silly brownish eyes, being different colours and stuff.

I decided to play Star Fox (SNES) for a Float Head Boss Marathon, by someone at TheSpeedGamers forum. Which means I’ve got to play the game at least once in the next month. No worrys. I love that game.

I’m feeling a lot better than I have in the past few days. Nonetheless I still feel like crap, and will probably get sick. Oh well. It was bound to happen.

I’m probably going to do absolutely nothing today. Oz is coming by later to grab his iPod he forgot, but I don’t think we are going to do anything.

I’ve got to start practicing for my marathon that’s coming up. I’ve at least got to play all the games once. Which will keep me busy.

Time to find something to occupy my time.

~Jared

[Via http://jaredsplaceofthings.wordpress.com]

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Extremely tired. Cannot allow my holidays to fade into nothingness. Need to wake up and do something productive- eg. some volunteer work. Then again, haven’t I done enough volunteer work during work experience? The five days 8 hours of crazy working? Yea, I guess I’ll pass for this week. Lot’s of things are happening, which is good, cos it keeps me busy!!!

Daddy’s coming this saturday! He’s bringing me lots of awesome stuff (ok I’m just hoping he does)
Going out to have a family night hehe just hope my brothers’ll stop being so rowdy…..

Might be going to the melbourne show this wednesday! Everyone says you’re not a true melbournian until you go to the melbourne show (sorry I cbs capitalising from now on; yes i know that melbourne is with a capital m) whee don’t know if my mummy’ll let me hope she does it’s gonna be fun asian day *asian twist*

OKAY GTG COS I DONT WANNA BOTHER TYPING ANYMORE
sorry i broke my no capitalising rule
x

do you still….?
I think I do
and it kills
it’s the worst kind of agony

[Via http://tresdebonair.wordpress.com]

Hello!

So I just got a blog. Woo hoo! This is my second attempt at this whole blogging thing, so we’ll see how well I can keep up. I’m probably flattering myself by writing this, and thinking anyone will read it, but who knows? I guess I’ll just have to wait and see. That’s about it for now, but here are some things to (possibly) look forward to…

- Inglorious Basterds review/analysis

- The Whitacre Project

- Music reviews

- Fun videos :]

More to come later!

[Via http://theconsequenceofsounds.wordpress.com]

Identity

After J made me write out a hundred lines, I started thinking about my own identity. Basically, who am I?

How do we define ourselves? By our names, our jobs, our families, what we are good at , by our beliefs? There seems to be a powerful need in humans for labels that define and quantify us.

But when I started to go through the labels that I wear I found endless discrepancies and inconsistencies. Things that don’t match, like the sock drawer after a hurricane has gone through it.

If I look at how other people see me, which can be a useful thing because the views of others can be valuable mirrors, I find there are serious problems. For example, at work I am regarded and even referred to as a hippy. It actually rather annoys me because it’s sloppy thinking, and lazy at that. It seems to be based on a few rather random things: that I have very long hair, that I sometimes wear slightly bohemian clothes and have views on the environment and on spirituality. I was born halfway through, near enough, the Sixties and I don’t really remember anything except a pair of psychedelically striped trousers I wore when I was three and hated because they were not the kind of trousers that the super hero Superman would ever have worn and since I wanted to be Superman, I didn’t like wearing them. In truth I am rather a long way from being a hippy. True, I have long hair, but since it’s rather beautiful and unusual in colour and texture, I consider it my best feature and my one true physical beauty. I wear slightly bohemian clothes because they appeal to my sense of the aesthetic and sensual and they suit my figure; they are not chosen as a statement of anything more than that. In addition they are always clean and neat. I buy some fairtrade clothing but only when I find it within my price range and that will suit me; I’d like to buy all clothes that are made without exploitation of people or planet but I can’t afford it.  I don’t speak much about my views on the enviroment or on spirituality unless it comes up in conversation and someone actually asks; I don’t believe in ramming it down throats. Unlike the hippy movement, I do think that war is sometimes a neccessary evil, and I do not belive in FREE LOVE. I’m actually quite a prude when it comes to carnal matters; I don’t believe sex is another contact sport or an amusing recreation between friends and consenting adults. I do believe that the recent phenomenon(or at least the recently coined term) fuck buddies is an unbelievably damaging diminution of the sacred act of love. The trouble is people don’t know how much it damages them because they’ve often no way of comparing. I know from stories from friends and acquaintances that in almost every case, whether it’s ever admitted or not, someone is being exploited and used. I don’t believe The Beatles song lyrics that LOVE IS ALL YOU NEED; I believe very strongly that love is a good start and after that comes hard work and committment, whether we’re talking about world peace or relationships. I don’t believe I’m the most important person in the world or that my needs or desires are that important to the grand scheme of things.

I’m a devout Christian but I’m also a permanent doubter of just about everything, including the organised churches and of any form of orthodoxy. I’m also a trainee shaman healer, though I can’t tell you who is training me or why. I believe that all life is sacred, and yet I eat meat. I believe that even rocks have a form of consciousness and that unseen by almost all, other beings walk among us constantly. In the liturgy of the Church of England it mentions Angels and archangels and all the company of heaven; for me this means those unseen beings. I don’t believe as so many New Agers do, that angels are there to do our bidding, nor do I believe they are much interested in us in the main. With so many other races present (but unseen) it’s actually unusual for any of them to wish to interact with us. I also believe that as many of the unseen company are good, just as many are bad. Something or other has hidden or purloined my favourite lipstick and I’d like it back. Please.

My identity becomes even more blurred when it comes to what I do. I don’t consider myself a teacher even though that’s what brings in some money; I’m actually quite a good teacher but I’ll never be the best because it doesn’t interest me enough. I find people quite a strain much of the time. I know I am unusually intelligent; probably somewhere in the genius range if my remembered score at IQ from childhood is anything to go by or means anything beyond I was once good at IQ tests. I don’t believe this makes me a better person or a more useful one. I have almost perfect recall and yet I am forever forgetting where I put things. Including lipsticks. I know (thank you J!) I am a good, even a great writer, but as yet this is not borne out by more than a few published items, the feedback from friends and the positive comments from agents and publishers. Believe me when I say that if you get a positive comment scribbled at the end of a rejection letter or even more so typed up as a custom written letter, take that comment and cherish it. They simply don’t have time to be kind; if they say it, they mean it and you so nearly made the grade at that point it would make you scream in frustration to know it. They just don’t bother if you didn’t strike them as worth it. As I said I know I am a good/great writer and I do wonder if this will mean more to me once something makes it to print and starts getting reviews. As an aside, Metro the free London newspaper commented on Dan Brown’s new novel as having a plot that was as intellectually taxing as an episode of Scooby Doo. I’d feel quite sorry for Mr Brown if he wasn’t earning so much money from it all!

Much of the time I feel quite empty, like a pair of eyes floating in an ocean and somehow simply observing the universe. I get quite hurt when people don’t seem to “get” me but that’s a tad silly when I don’t “get” me either. I ended up in floods of tears last years when a colleague at work had a go at me for being a know-it-all as she said. I was braced for more of the same a few weeks back when she asked me how I knew so much; I was unsure of whether she was working up to another attack. I simply responded that I read a lot (and very widely too) and remember about 99% of it. 

I think I like writing novels and stories most because I can lose not just a sense of personal identity but also the need for it. Not only that the people in my stories are more real to me than the people around me; and they can’t hurt  me either.

In the end, I don’t know who I am. I’m not sure that it really matters. Do you?

[Via http://zenandtheartoftightropewalking.wordpress.com]

Pet Shop Boys/The 'Disco' Series Vol 1-4 [Vol. 2]

Disco 2 was released in 1994. The disc features  club remixes from the Pet Shop Boys release Very in a continuous mix by Danny Rampling. It is sometimes monotonous and confusing, but the music stands on its own.

Absolutely Fabulous [Rollo Our Tribe Tongue In Cheek Mix]—-The one off single that was not on the Veryreleaae, this single was a subtle [or not] shout out to the famously successful BBC show of the same name. This remixed version has more pizzazz and zing than anything the original could dream of. The synth movements are masterful and made for the sweaty dance floor. the pace of the song is incredibly fast but the dub style vocal becomes tiresome after a time. All in all, this was exquisite in pace and delivery…the bass is climatic!!!

I Wouldn’t Normally Do This Kind Of Thing [Beatmasters Extended Nude Mix]—-The mix is confusing as you suddenly land in the middle of this grand single from the Very album. One of my very favorite PSB singles, I love the speed of the song intermixed with a slight regrettable melancholy. This is fabulous!!!!

I Wouldn’t Normally Do This King Of Thing [DJ Wild Pierre Wild Patch Mix]—-The mix of the previous song sways into this more abrasive version at the flip of a coin and the song takes on a more metallic feel and disconnected feel. The sounds slide along as the song keeps up the miraculous pace and the vocals are more dub style and intermittent…not a favorite.

Go West [Farley & Heller Mix]—-You feel the mix beginning to happen as one song shifts into the other….the sound slows and becomes more coherent as the previous mix diminishes. The sound of the song is not immediately enjoyable as the mixers mess with the style of the song. The vocal seems to be stretched out and more tenor than normal and the manipulation does the song no justice. This is a remix that missed the songs clear qualities by a boat full…I found this a disappointment.

Liberation [E-Smoove 12" Mix]—-Not a favorite of mine, I did not find all of the Diva styled vocals to be flattering to the mix. The sound of The Boys is gone completely and this becomes an anonymous studio group rendition….this is terrible!!!

So Hard [Morales Red Zone Mix]—-Visiting the BehaviourCD, this remix was a surprise for me on this disc. The remix is full of hard dance grooves and spacey synth sounds that instantly suck you in…through the headphones, the sounds swirl around your brain and ping from ear to ear. The groove is there and you keep waiting for the original sounds of the song to burst through…you wait and you waoit….and it never materializes as you anticipated….another disappointment. The interesting and fun part is that the end of the ‘first side’ exits with the female characters from ‘Ab Fab’….and then segues into….

Can You Forgive Her [Rollo Dub]—-From hundreds of songs that PSB have collected, I can count on one hand those I really. really dislike…..this is one of those. Don’t like it never did…..this version leaves me empty and hollow,,,same as the original. Only to be followed up by….

Yesterday, When I Was Mad [Junior Vasquez Fabulous Dub]—-one of my all time favorite tracks from the synth Gods. The song begins at an odd pace and just grows faster and faster as the song continues until it becomes almost maddening. Losing almost all of the signature sounds of the original, the song is an acid house induced romp that will make you crazy after at time with the speed of the synth. The song slows, but the garage style beats are overwhelming. Just as suddenly, you are getting glimpses of the next track through the mix……

Absolutely Fabulous [Tongue In Cheek Mix]—-A clearly distorted and ruination of a fantastic single, the mix leaves me empty and without words..I am disappointed with the reworkings and obliteration of the original brilliance. We are rewarded towards the end of the mix when the song becomes alive and bass heavy…the end is hardly worth the wait though.

Yesterday, When I Was Mad [Coconut 1 12" Mix]—-The song enters the fray through the last mix and you are almost joyful that the previous track has ended…the song has a nice synth delivery that makes you want to rave for days. the comfortable vocals of Tennant play way under the hyper kinetic delivery of the music..this mix allows the true brilliance of the song to shine through…even in this reworked and wild version, the sadness and melancholy are very apparent. this is freakin’ brilliant…don not pass this mix up!!!!

Yesterday, When I Was Mad [Jam & Spoon Mix]—-The mix begins as a nice interloped version of the beginning, with this one being even more dance oriented. The synth sounds and computer generated sounds are so pleasing and comfortable, you allow yourself to be pulled into the haze. The vocal is an intermittent delivery that only accentuates the music. This is masterful…a great mix and contrast in sound of the same song. Wnderful…get this….now!!!

We All Feel Better In The Dark [Brother In Rhythm After Hours Cinema Mix]—-Ending this rather hyper and all over the place release with this nice mellow obscure B-side, the Boys allow you a proper cool down. The synth sounds are a masterful combination of mellow and acid fueled ecstasy. This is a wonderful way to end a rather disappointing follow up to a masterful debut way back in ‘86. A nice way to round out all of the Ibiza styled mania.

*** out of 5

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Another day.

I woke up pretty early today. around 9 or 10AM. I just layed there for a bit. I fell asleep listening to L’Arc~en~Ciel. It’s odd, but I can sleep to it. They have some really amazing songs though. I ended up waking up with two ablums left to listen to.

I stumbled over to the computer. Looked around. Decided it was time to clean this room up. It was a mess. I waited about an hour or two before I began. I needed to wake up and I was laughing at my Super Mario RPG LP I made a few months back. I was making a lot of different voices for all the characters. I don’t know if it’s funny to other people though.

I really had so much fun with that. I was honestly upset when the game was over. I’m looking forward to my marathon I’m having at the beginning of October. Just another excuse to play my favourite game, and plays some others. Also to have people watch me.

I could remember the countless times trying to get someone to watch me play my video games as a kid, but they never did. It really upset me, but I guess I got over it. It’s just really nice for everyone at TSG to watch me stream games. I’m just surprised people would want to watch me. Like yesterday I had around 20 people in my chat watching me play Final Fantasy 8. I was really surprised.

Well my room is back to normal, I’m eating a cheeseburger and chips, and Oz should be coming over today.

Today should end a really good one.

Can’t wait to chat tonight either.

~Jared

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Lite nytt blod i klubben...

Vi har ju faktiskt ett gäng nya ansikten i klubben i år som jag tycker behöver en lite närmare beskrivning.

Målvakter:

Malek Mahmoud - Elfhög

Malek har magiska reflexer och sjukt snabba förflyttningar men är även ett starkt kort på lagfester, viktigt ! Eftersom Malek gillar västergötland så har han sett till att han får se mycket av det fina landskapet i år. Han bor nämligen i Trollhättan, pluggar i Göteborg och tränar/spelar i Mariestad!

Joel Nilsson Fjällström – Stöpen ( Nepöts)

Joel har mycket bra positionsspel, bra reflexer, grym utkast och har en förmåga att, likt Malek, göra sinnessjuka räddningar ibland. Visade i DM att han vill vara första målvakt genom att spela sig till platsen i Allstar team! Är även lite av “gubben i lådan” då han kan verka helt försvunnen ibland men så helt plötsligt dyker han upp där bredvid dig igen, han är rolig Joel.

Backar:

Pontus Thorsell – Dingle

Är man lillebror till legenden Andreas “Torsken”  Thorsell kan man inte få något annat smeknamn än “Sillen”. Sillen kommer från den omtalade klubben Dingle AIK som tidigare gett Lockerud spelare som: Mattias “Jesus” Kongstad, Andreas Thorsell, Dennis Dahlberg, Mattias Aronsson, Adrian Östman och Jacob Stenström. Han är riktigt bra på att täcka boll, som min vän tillika medspelare Alex Karlsson uttryckte det ” han har Mullsjölooken när han spelar”, och han är inte rädd för att dra på ett skott utifrån.

David Thunborg – Comeback

Efter ett års harvande med fotboll i div.6 med Tidavad så har David valt att plocka ner klubban från hatthyllan igen. Riktigt bra i defensiv zon, stark som en oxe och spelart alltid enkelt. Han brukar göra en del mål också men framför allt har han en enorm vinnarskalle. Är även en pålitligt FM-spelare vilket är ett plus!

Christoffer Alesjö – Elfhög

Alesjö är sådär “helt sinnesjukt jävla jobbig” att möta han springer hela tiden och han är brytningssäker, lite som Hampus. Till skillnad från Malek så valde Alesjö att flytta till stan och om jag inte minns fel läser han omvårdnad just nu. Han är väldigt snäll som person, vilket visade sig senast på lagfesten då han gav sig fan på att hjälpa coach !

Forwards:

Anton Åström – Stöpen (Nepöts)

Liten, kvick och har ett bra direktskott. Du behöver bara börja träffa mål nu Anton! Också han är en grymt dålig förlorare på både gott och ont. Det han behöver träna mest på är gocart, där har han inte mycket att hämta.

Jim Guldbrand – Horsby

Till skillnad från Anton är han stor&stark men även han har ett fint direktskott. Är en mycket bra på att hålla i boll och blir då självklart en bra targetplayer. Kallar sig för “Ibrajimovic” vilket kanske är lite overkill och nu har han självklart bytt favoritlag från Inter till Barcelona. Han är också en jävel på att hitta tjejer.

Sådär, ni är alla hjärligt välkomna till Lockerd och vi hoppas på en fantastisk säsong!

// Bulan

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Snapshot 54

One day I wake to hear my mother urgently telling my father that she thinks I am very ill and starving myself. She thinks I might need to go to the hospital. She is worried that I may die. My father says that he does not believe that anyone can starve themselves – it is not normal – and that when I am hungry enough, I will eat. He is a practical man.

My mother starts a subtle battle of wills with me…but not so subtle that I don’t notice. She is an exceptional cook and she starts to cook the most delicious smelling foods. Day after day. Week after week. It makes me crazily irritable. I want to scream for her to stop – but that is not my right – it is my parents’ home and she can cook whatever she likes.

I have a deep understanding that while living in my parents’ home, under their roof, I will obey their rules and bide their will. It’s only fair. When I get married, I will be able to leave. But my body is my own – my parents do not possess that.  And I swear that when I leave my parents’ home, no one will ever tell me what to do, ever again. My mind is also my own and I am fascinated with the power of my own will.

For someone who is exhausted and irritable and terribly anti-social, I do extremely well at Uni. I perform brilliantly in all my exams and research papers. I achieve high distinctions with relative ease. University is the only place that I experience true freedom. Freedom to manage my own time and my own intellect. Freedom to interact or to be alone.

In 3rd year of Uni, I stop going to lectures and practicals completely. My stomach gurgles and churns all the time and sitting in quiet lecture rooms and laboratories is embarrassing. Sometimes a random student will turn to me and say, “I don’t know who is louder – your stomach or the lecturer!” or “Is your stomach competing with the lecturer again?” They are right. My stomach is unbearably loud. So I sit out in the sunshine (getting darker still), often in the middle of the main-quad at Uni, and read and read and read. Books are my refuge. They impose no boundaries.

I am not especially interested in the other students or even the lecturers and tutors. And I can learn everything they teach in a quarter of the time from my books and the internet – even anatomy. There is no new knowledge being imparted – it is all regurgitated. I feel no desire to mingle with my colleagues. In fact I feel no desire at all. I mostly just want to be quiet and still and just be, without anybody looking at me or judging me or telling me what to do. I am convinced that when others look at me, they are all repulsed by this hideously fat and ugly girl. If only I could realise that everyone is too busy living their own life to be overly interested in how I look.

I also know that I still do not really want to be a doctor. I am repulsed by illness. Draining a cyst or examining another person’s body at close range makes me nauseous. And I believe that for some sick people, the best cure is to take a genuine break from their daily lives and go sit in the sunshine somewhere and just let the stresses drift away. So I am not very sympathetic to patients. My bedside manner sucks.

So after after 3 years of Uni, I decide to take a year to do some scientific research as a part of my degree. It will add ‘Honours’ to my qualifications and also buy me time to think about what to do. Plus I have developed a distant crush on one of the PhD students in one of the medical laboratories – the laboratory in which I plan to conduct my research. I do not know how I have the energy for such a crush…it must be a biological imperative!

So I start working in the laboratory and conduct my own research over a year. The PhD student in whom I have developed an interest is also interested. And pretty soon, we start hanging out together all day in the laboratory and bantering over lunch. I don’t try to go out at night because I know that my parents would not approve – but they do not seem to be overly concerned about what I do in the middle of the day. I am not breaking any of their rules – but neither am I telling them about my new friend.

The upside of the crush is that I start to nibble on food again. It’s hard for me but it’s harder to sit with someone over lunch every day and NEVER eat. I do not at huge quantities – but enough to be sociable and not be questioned about my eating habits. On these days I make sure that I eat no other meals. Water only. And my laxative use goes through the roof. Buying laxatives everyday eats up much of my small income. I may be helping the Laxative company’s share price rise all by myself! Perhaps the upside is not so up for me.

The object of my crush starts to get curious. He is curious about why I never invite him home. Why I never introduce him to my parents. Why I never go anywhere with him. Why I refuse to have any physical contact beyond the minimum. I never explain that I think that if he actually saw / touched me, without my multiple coverings, I think he would be repulsed by how fat I am.

He thinks that if we get serious about each other, then I might thaw a little. So he makes noises about getting engaged – but he puts a caveat on the engagement though: his words are, “If you would change your religion to mine, we could get engaged and then married.”

On one level, I am flattered that anybody would even consider marrying anybody as hideous as me – but on another level, something in me is repulsed by the condition placed: to change religion. So I drily respond that I am only 21 and not even remotely interested in engagement or marriage. There is more to life. He backs off and we continue this strange ‘relationship’ which is really more like a ‘buddy-ship’.

In my mind though, I consider the possibility that I could get married. It would be one way to escape from my parents’ house, but with some ‘respectability’ still intact. And then if the marriage does not work out, I could always leave it – but then I would never have to return to my parents’ house. And while my parents would not be happy about my divorce, they would not force me to live with them at least. As a ‘single girl’ I cannot move out on my own. My parents would not accept it. But as a ‘married woman’ (subsequently divorced), I could be free.

My heart and soul are becoming as wretchedly empty as my stomach.

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# 1198c

So here goes another day.

Thursday…6:15 a.m. sitting at the Dow Door.  Half asleep and thinking my caffeine dependency is leading to way too high of a tolerance.  A thermos doesn’t do much for me anymore. 

8 – meeting

12-2 work.

2-5 lab (in the woods today)

6-12 work.

That sums it up.

Need to find a pick me up.

Like an espresso chip muffin. Yeah, that’ll fix most things.

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Of S'mores, Dollhouse, and Sleep Deprivation

Hello all!

It’s 1:45 and I cannot seem to wind down enough to sleep.  I’m still kind of wired from the coke I just chugged 40 minutes ago.

Why would I do such a stupid thing you may ask?  One Word: Dollhouse.

That’s right.  I’ve jumped on the bandwagon for Joss Whedon’s latest brain child and all I can say is: Come to the Dark Side! We have cookies! And Eliza Dushku, Harry Lennix, Tahmoh Penikett, and Fran Kranz among others (God I hope I spelled those right!).  For those of you who haven’t heard of this show:  Turn on your television, please.  If you’re curious as to what it is, well, erm, let’s see.

Take the technology to wipe people’s minds, the ability to create entire personalities from scratch, and  toss in some Pretender like concepts (such as someone being a completely different person every day of the week and top secret organizations backed by very rich people).  Mix that together with the writing and humour that is so uniquely Whedon and a most excellent cast and the end result is Dollhouse.

I don’t really know how to explain it without giving too much of it away but the basic premise is that a group of people who have had their memories wiped (called Actives) get new personalities shoved into their brains using futurist technology (at least I hope it’s futuristic because the thought of this actually happening is too freaky to even entertain at the moment) and it makes them an entirely new person for whatever job they’re supposed to do.  They can be assassins, dates, spouses, doctors, lawyers, Indian chiefs, etc… It’s just a matter of who wants what and how much they’re willing to pay.  Then, after the “engagement”, the Active’s memory is erased and they forget everything that just happened.  Or do they?  (cue creepy music here)

Even if you aren’t a big fan of “sci-fi” shows like this, it’s still worth watching.

If I can’t convince you with the above then take this into consideration:  I cried while watching an episode tonight.  Cried.  I never–NEVER–cry during tv shows/movies.  Those of you who know me well enough should really think about that for a minute and then tune in with the rest of America to watch the Season 2 premiere of Dollhouse on Fox.

Unfortunately, Hulu and Fox only have episodes 8-12 online, but if you watch enough of the clips and read the episode synopsises (synopsi? synopsis? synopsis’?)  then you should be able to follow it.  Especially if you see the Season Finale—all I can say is WHOA!

You should also be forewarned that if you do start watching, it’s inevitable that you’ll begin saying: ”I want to be my best.” ”Are you your best?” ”Am I my best?” and “Did I fall asleep?” during conversations and it will seem perfectly normal.  (Don’t shake your head skeptically–I swear this happens)

Now that my unabashed promotion of Dollhouse is over, let’s move on to the second decided topic of tonight’s (this morning’s?) post: S’mores.

Have you ever tried making S’mores in a residence hall?  No?  Well you should.

I’m on a Skype call and I hear my RA shouting.  So I go out to see what’s going on.  She’s banging on everyone’s doors shouting: S’MORES! S’MORES! 6th FLOOR! S’MORES!  Everyone converged in the common room (where a football game was playing on tv.  I really hope the Raiders lost) and the RAs brought out bowls of marshmallow goo, melted chocolate, and peanut butter to go with the boxes of Ghram Crackers (or plates really).  It was SO MESSY!!! There was Fluff and chocolate everywhere!!! But, they were rather tasty.

And, it’s a brilliant way to make s’mores when you don’t have access to an open flame.  I hope this happens again sometime.  They were really good.

Hm…anything else to add…

Oh, VMAs.  I would rant on and on about Kanye’s lack of class, Lady GaGa’s lack of fashion sense (or taste), Russell Brand’s lack of humour….there really was a lot of lacking going on the other night…I could but I won’t.  It’s being tweeted, blogged, facebooked, myspaced, etc to death and I’m not going to add to that.  After this anyway.

Ok, I think this is a clear indication that I need to go find a treadmill and run the rest of this caffeine off.  There are only so many reruns of Everyone Hates Christ I can take before my brain explodes.

Then again, that may be my sugar high.

Alright on that note I bid you all goodnight–erm, morning.

Peace out ><

Tobie

EDIT: I should probably clarify that chugging the coke was because I watched too many episodes of Dollhouse tonight and only just now (or maybe 30 minutes ago?) finished my history homework that’s due tomorrow at 9 AM.  Yeah…ok.  Bye.  Also, Dollhouse is back on the air September 25th.  Watch it.

[Via http://tobiewankenobi.wordpress.com]

Will prayer become a criminal offense?

September 16, 2009

Criminal Contempt Case Over a Meal Prayer Goes to Trial on National Constitution Day

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Will prayer become a criminal offense?

Tomorrow, Liberty Counsel will be in federal District Court in Pensacola representing the Principal of Pace High School, Frank Lay and Athletic Director Robert Freeman as they face criminal contempt charges for a prayer over a meal. Ironically, tomorrow is National Constitution Day.

During a luncheon to honor those who contributed toward the school’s athletic Field House, Principal Lay asked Mr. Freeman to offer a blessing for the meal. Students were not present at the time of the blessing. Lay and Freeman thought nothing of the matter, nor did those being honored. But, the ACLU ran to court claiming both men should be held in criminal contempt. Lay and Freeman have a combined 70 years of public school service. If convicted, they face up to $5,000 in fines, six months in jail, and they may lose their retirement benefits.

Tomorrow’s trial comes on the heals of the trial of Michelle Winkler, a receptionist, who asked her husband, who is not a school employee, to bless the evening meal at a separate privately-sponsored event held off campus after school to honor non-instructional staff. The ACLU urged the court to hold Winkler in contempt, but after a 7½ hour trial, the judge sided with Liberty Counsel.

Members of Congress Show Support

Yesterday, Cong. Randy Forbes, the Chair of the bi-partisan Congressional Prayer Caucus, Cong. Mike McIntyre, Co-Chair, and Cong. Jeff Taylor, whose district includes Santa Rosa County, along with over 30 members of the Caucus, sent a letter of support to Lay, Freeman and Winkler. The letter states the members “are standing with you in prayer and support as you face your trial on Thursday because of offering a prayer.”

Members of Congress voted to authorize a Chaplain to offer a prayer at the first session of Congress. The letter concludes: “The tradition of offering prayer in America has become so interwoven into our nation’s spiritual heritage, that to charge someone criminally for engaging in such an innocent practice, would astonish the men who founded this country on religious freedom.”

Last night members of Congress, including Cong. Forbes and Cong. Jeff Miller, made speeches on the House floor in support of Lay, Freeman, and Winkler while pointing out the sad irony they are being tried on National Constitution Day.

The story behind the story

This case really began over two years ago when the ACLU decided to raise a massive 300 million dollar “war chest” – in addition to their over 100 million dollar per year budget – for “special projects” in targeted states.

One of those targeted states is Florida. And one of the ACLU’s objectives in Florida is to wipe out any public expression of the Christian religion in the public square.

Santa Rosa County School System is not unlike any other public school system in America, including the one serving your community. If we are not prepared to stop the ACLU at every turn, the ACLU will soon terrorize a neighborhood near you.

The ACLU bullies intend to make it a CRIME to express your Christian faith in a public setting anywhere in the United States. This cannot stand! The ACLU must not win!

ACTION ITEM ONE: Please pray! There’s a reason the ACLU doesn’t want prayer in public places – they can’t make headway on their anti-Christian agenda when we pray!

ACTION ITEM TWO: Please help us with a gift! The ACLU picks on small school districts because they can usually financially intimidate them. Liberty Counsel is not intimidated because we win the vast majority of our cases against the ACLU.

But these cases are very expensive! Even if you have already sent a gift to help Liberty Counsel with this crucial case, please consider doing even more.

BUT WHATEVER YOU CHOOSE TO DO, PLEASE PRAY FOR LIBERTY COUNSEL AND THIS CASE! And please forward this message to as many of your like-minded friends, church members, and associates as possible to enlist their prayers!

Liberty Counsel attorneys are on the front line of this battle and we simply can’t succeed without your help. Thanks in advance and God bless you!

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Aion Online

Mielőtt belekezdeni, felhívnám a fiygelmet, h egy RRS változott az oldalon, az L4D Blog helyett a Celestial Being Aion oldala ven kinn.

Kezdjük az alapoknál: Mi is az az Aion?

Ez egy új MMORPG (Massive Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game) amit az NCsoft (Lineage, Lineage 2, Jan-Ryu-Mon etc.) rakott össze, sokan nevezik forradalmian új mmo-nak is. Elsőre olyannak tűnik az egész, mint egy wow ami össze van mixelve kis lineage-el és  perfect word-el. Ami ebből igaz, h tényleg össze van szedve az említett mmo-kból pár dolog, viszont ez nem minden. Az átvett dolgokat sajátosan dolgozták ki, emellé társul a gyönyörű grafika, hála a Far Cry motornak (Cryengine 1.5 asszem). A legjobb a játékban, ami sokaknak fog számítani, hogy a PVP-t nagyon jól összehozták, de a PVE  is egész jó. Az utóbbit tanusíthatom, viszont pvpzni még nem volt normálisan lehetőségem, cska low szinten, ott elvertek mint a szart. Elvileg 25-30as szintől kezdenek balanszolódni a kasztok. A készítők érdeme még az is a játékban, hoyg minden egyes fegyverfajtával más animációt láthatunk a karakterünktől, ls emmellé nagyon szép, kidolgozott skill effectek társulnak (ezt cabalból vették). Összegezve, összeszedték minden mmo-ból a jó ötleteket, és megpróbáltak csinálni belőle valamit, ami szerintem egész jól összejött nekik. Persze még nem veszi fel a versenyt a WoW-al, mivel a wow azért elég sok ideje fut, és eléggé szerteágazó, de majd talán a közeljövőben össze lehet mérni a 2őt. Jelenleg az aion online oylan stádiumban van, mint a wow- amikor elindult, szóval van még mit szépíteni, balanszolni rajta, de attól még élvezhető a játék. A játék legnagyobb “hátránya”, hogy fizetős (havidíjas) lesz.

Sajna csak pár napot tudtam játszani vele, de ennyi elég volt, hogy rászánjam magam a megvételére (nem szoktam nagyon eredeti játékokat venni, cska azokat amik jók). 26os szintig jutottam el Gladiatorként, és egész megtetszett a játék. Viszont egyedül nem érdemes belekezdeni, mivel erősen rámegy a Party Playre a játék. Szóval van oylan hely/szint ahol csak partyval tudsz tuvábbquestelni/továbbmenni. Ja és mivel kóreai, tápolni/grindolni elég sokat kellett benne az elején (hallottam azoktól akik próbálták az előző verzióját a játéknak), viszotn az Európai változatba már bekerült egy tucat quest meg Insta, amitól már nem kell sokat vesződni a fejlődéssel.

Akinek felkeltettem az érdeklődését, és hajlandó kis pénz áldozni a játékra, azt várjuk majd az [ENG]Spatalos nevű szerveren Asmodian oldalon, Celestial Being nevü klánnal.

Akinek még nem volt elég, itt van pár kis infó magáról a játékról:

-Fajok:

• Asmodian (démon féle humanoid léynek), választható faj
• Elyos (angyal szerü humanoid léynek), választható faj
• Balaur (sárkányok), jelenleg NPC, ellenséges nép
• Shugo (menyét léynek), NPC kereskedő nép, mind a 2 oldalon megtalálhatóak.

Csak az Elyos és az Asmodian oldal játszható, ők háborúznak egymással, de néha beköszönnek a Balaurok is és segítenek egyik fajnak, vagy szétverik mindkettőt.

-Kasztok:

Minden kaszt lv10ig van, és utána lehet váltani egy fejlettebb kaszttá (ragnarok szerü kasztrendszer). A kasthasonlítások úúgy nagyjából stimmelnek.

• Warrior: Közelharci karakter. Ez után választható kaszt a Gladiator (Wow-warrior/Ragi-Knight like), és a Templar (Wow-Paladin/Ragi-Paladin like, csak heal nélkül)

• Scout: Közel/Távolharci, Daggerrel és Íjjal tud menni. Ez után válkasztható kaszt a Ranger (Wow-Hunter/Ragi-Hunter, csak nincs pet, legalábbis amíg én láttam), és Assassin (Wow-Rogue/Ragi-Rogue&Assassin)
• Priest: Healer/buffer/közelharci karakter. Ebből Cleric (Wow-?/Ragi-Battlepriest&Monk) lehet, aminek inkább nagy healje van, és Chanter (Wow-?/Ragi-Priest&Clown) HOT (heal over time) és stat buff skillek vannak neki leginkább..
• Mage(asszem az a neve): Mágus karakter. Ebből lesz a Sorcerer (Wow-Mage/Ragi-Sage&Wizard) ami a nagyobb sebzést tudja kitolni magából, és a Spirit Master (Wow-Druid féle/Ragi-Mage kombinálva petekkel), ami elemental lényeket tud idézni.

-Még pár dolog:

• Várfoglalás Abbys-ban (Woe like cucc, csak itt nem empit hanem boss-t kell leverni), amibe a balaurok random beleszólnak.
• Várfoglalás mellett Artifact szerzések. Artifact: nagy erejü skilleket elnyomó cuccok.
• Instance-k. Szokásos wow féle insták.
• Gruop questek. Szintén wow-os példára.
• PVP request – ez is alap már mindenhol
• Jó Story, legalábis ameddig játszottam
• Max LVL: 50 -még csak ,de ennyi elég is az elejére
• Chain Skill rendszer: ez egyedi cucc, a Cabalban volt hasonló a combozás. Itt egy skill ha chainben van 1 másikkal akkor gyorsabban lehet tolni, és ezáltal lehet combozni.
• Festhető ruházat: A játékon belül oylanra vested dye itemekkel a karaktered ruháját, amiylenre akarod.

• SIMS-es karaktergenerálás: sims2 féle karaktergeneráló, a karaktered arcvonásait is beállíthatod.
• Mana-stone rendszer: socketes cuccokba mana/god stonekat lehet tenni.
• Stigma Rendszer: Karakter egyénesítés. Stigmákkal külömböző skilleket és tulajdonásgokat lehet pluszban eléri 1-1 kaszttal, ami nem járna alapból 1-1 karinak.
• Szárnyak: ez a közlekedési eszköz, midnenkinek van, tudja is használni ahol van Aether a levegőben. 25ös szinttő abbyban már mindenhol lehet használni.
• Rengeteg átvezető videó, ami dob a játék hangulatán.

Ami viszont nem tetszik benne, de ez meg az mmo-s társadalom sara: nem lehet statuspointokat osztani. Sajna a mai mmo-s player vagy túl hüyle hozzá, vagy túl lusta, így autómatikusan osztja el szintenként a statot, mint wow-ban. statot csak Mana stone-okkal, vagy skillekkel tudsz változtatni.

Szerintem egy hónapot érdemes megvenni, kipróbálni milyen, aztán ha nemtetszik akkor i.j. ha meg igen akkor úgyis jön a következő hónap

És pár videó

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One of Those Days

Today has been one of those days… you know the kind where you can’t decide which direction you are headed because the escape hatch is broken and things are flying at you from every other direction. It’s been pretty emotionally draining. My day started with a wonderful conversation with a friend in Uganda – she has taken in one of the cutest children ever! The hard part of all this is that the little girl has an HIV related cancer, so they’ve been battling with that for the past few months. After that, things were just challenging. It is good, though, to know that God is still on the throne and in control of everything that is happening around me… whether that be things in the office or at home or with ministry in general. It is also good to know that when I haven’t got a clue about what is happen that Someone knows and I don’t really have to worry about it!

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