First things first, I have the most beautiful Christmas tree in ages. Really. I've gone through at least 4 Christmas without any sort of decoration. It was cheap and the house is all pretty and colorful now! The cutest cheap fake tree I’ve seen, I tell you.



I have loads of Hetalia, Latin Hetalia (BrArg <3) and Metal Gear Solid 3 drawings, but I also have this little, unimportant and totally easy exam to be accepted at one if not the best universities of my State, so I’m out of time. As soon as the two phases of tests are over, I’m spamming those three (maybe two, I’m a little nervous about posting at big communities JKSDHH I suck, I know) communites. I sure hope to.
Best wishes and luck to my colleages who are also in the same situation, even those who think it’s funny to bully me. Because I also think it’s funny to bully me.. And to yullie_black too! *(\('v')/)**::

What’s up with people jogging on the bike path? I’m the kind of person who would forgive them if they at least moved after spotting a cyclist coming, but it just seems like they’re suicidal. Thereby I declare myself innocent if I ever fulfill their death wish. Also even though there are policeman enough to stop it, they ignore the problem.



It doesn’t help that there are curves like this all the time either. Sometimes they’re followed one by another and it looks like a zig-zag. You can’t really spot if they’re on your path or not before they come too close. I’ll have to arrange knee guards at least (I’d buy an entire armor, but I don’t want to scare random pedestrians), because I’m paranoid convinced it’s just a matter of time before I totally crash into the ground.

Still, I’m so damn addicted to amateur biking, I’m happy to go there every day I can. <3 All its turns offs scream ‘yay adventure’ to geek!me. |D

So, I don't know how accurate other countries are in his article, but this piece is pretty funny:

'In Brazil, after slowly and patiently dialing a number, if you are lucky enough to get an answer, the respondent will say: "Who's talking?" not to be rude but to make sure the right number has been reached.'

Although it *can be* a bit rude to ask who the person is if you’re the one making the call, unless you’re very nervous. “If you lucky enough to get an answer” is what killed me; I often refuse unwished callings.

So, I've been trying to make a new layout for this. The last one (Boys Next Door, anyone? <3) was pretty, but I had so many problems to put the links under the tables and even so I failed. Things will be all messed up 'til create another and while it's not done I just put this red, depressive, subliminal sample. :D

I'll just log out and play my recorder. It's been weeks~

I’ve just remembered that:

I was… hm… +/-12 yo (maybe less), so ignore my major n00bness. I always laugh when I remember that but so far I’ve never shared.

 

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Once I was randomly checking the TV, nothing good was on so I kept changing channels like there was no tomorrow. Then I stopped at some kind of a weird News Reporter. They were talking about how they’ve been checking on NASA’s resolution on the mission to destroy that giant asteroid which was going to crash against us and blabla. I froze for a little and asked myself why the hell I didn’t know about that.

(So the act went on and on, and as a side story one of the reporters had a family member at the hospital at the same moment. The crew told her that she could go home and rest but she kept working, as it’d be for no good if she just went back home without knowing first hand the future of the Earth.)

(If things weren’t already dramatic enough with the poor woman almost bursting into tears, they were showing the current mission being held at the NASA QG – or something along those lines.)

(Then, after tense moments of silence, the operation was apparently a success.)

YAY!, I thought. The asteroid was crushed and we were saved~! Thanks a bunch, Americans! Oh, and the Earth atmosphere should also be praised.

(Everyone was all smiles and the reporter was now really crying, because she receive bad news about her family member but at least the Earth was going to keep spinning right round and that was too much emotion for the poor woman to hold back.)

So I sat more comfortably and let out a sigh. I was strange how that was the only channel covering the news, but ah, we’re okay right? Right? Ooowait, why are the scientist’s faces suddenly twisting? Why do they look like the whole system just crashed and all the monitors are being spammed by porn photos of their respective mothers coming from black holes while the Earth itself is one great, colossal pink dildo?

(Then the camera turns to the main computer).

I suppose I turned blue myself.

(Before, it showed a map of the planet and the route of the asteroid. Now, there is Earth, checked and save and---) Oooh. IS THAT A GIANT ASTERIOD SPAM? Why are there gazillions of huge rocks coming for us? DDD:

(The reporter goes crazy. The whole crew starts to panic. The scientists look dead already)  And I… well, after checking the other channels for more news. Why the hell made them choose nuggets propaganda and trash movies over the EARTH DESTRUCTION? D: Well, they must be really desperate and shamelessly in denial....? Anyway, I decided to look at the sky, so I could see the damn thing coming.

(In the background I could hear their cries and screaming.) I felt like I needed to run away. When I got at the door I felt stupid – Where was I going to run to? Mars? I asked my own brain to give me a break (like it didn’t do it all the time; and permanently, as it seems) and started praying for it’d either be all over or all too fast.

(They are saying they can see they coming, by now) I checked again the sky, It was blue and clean, with doves flying around. Poor dirty birdies, they couldn’t know better, could they? By the way, why the hell I can’t see it? You can never see anything from this country can you? Not even its end. Yeah, whatever, South America, thanks. Then I started feeling very dizzy. It was better that way, I wouldn’t feel a thing.

(The TV turns black) A-Are they dead alredy?

(The credits start coming up, along with a quite epic song playing along)

My parents aren’t even--- Hey, is that…? NO SHI—I’LL PUT HOLLYWOOD ON FIRE FOR THAT.

 

 

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That’s it. I swear I almost pissed all over myself and passed out. Over. A. Film. =/
But DAMN; it looked so real. Pardon me, I was a chibi!Nagi at the time. I laugh my ass off every time I remember how scared I got over this. It was a good movie by the way. I’d be nice if I knew its title. You know, so I could watch again this time aware that it wasn't a real news report.

Any ideas, ppl?

 

PS: For receiving the news about the world’s end, I guess my reaction was pretty and controlled.

I believe. D: Holy chicken, I do believe, I’m a believer. *chill* Not in any drunk story somebody tells me at a party, of course - but I do think they exist.

Since that's related: You know what I realized today? Most of the movies which reeeally scare the crap out of me are resting at the "fiction" and "documentary" sections of the video store. That's because I'm [ashamed to admit] deeply scared of UFOs and aliens (I KNOW! I know, ok?) and there are loads of sensationalist documentaries and theories in those places and all of them give me the chills.

The second thing that scares me the most are ghosts. :/ Not just like in those japanese-style movies but those stories in which you take a picture all happy and might color, the world is gay weee, then, [BAM!] suddenly, GHOST’S BEHIND YOU! Eeeeeeeeeeks!

I know, geez. I’m a chicken. Poo poo~

Oh God. Lestat de Lioncourt, you rip out my throat anytime.
No, really.

A pearl earring, which was from my great grandmother. I plan to give someone of the next generation who is important of me. I'm saying it that way because I'm not sure about having a kid myself. Probably it won't be blood related.
Other than that, we pass depression. YAY! :D