一個半月，可以改變多少世界?

或許足以讓弗格環遊半個世界，也足以讓一個人徹底的活過，又徹底的死去。

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有人說愛情是衝動，有人說愛情是天長地久，有人說愛情不過是看不穿的執著和占有。愛情是什麼?  其實我不了解。熙來攘往之間，人們有著太多的相遇和錯過。不斷的有著誘惑和緣分，什麼才是真正另人纏綿繾綣的情感?

T獨自坐在西雅圖的旅館中，一字一句的在鍵盤上敲下了許多的不解，和許多的祝福。一杯溫熱的咖啡喝了一半，灑出的幾滴暈在寫滿了景點地址的便條紙上，顯得格外諷刺。窗外微風輕輕的拂過。「這裡果然還是比較冷。」 T心裡這樣想著。這個陰鬱的旅店位在西雅圖的市郊，雖然不是很偏僻，但還是足以讓人想起了這些孤寂，和曾經轟轟烈烈的日子。

桌上散亂著旅遊書，剛買著的相機，映著暈黃的桌燈和空氣中的霉味。「或許始終是這麼的散亂，也許我該慢慢將自己整理好。」半躺在椅子上，透過筆電喇叭撥出來的是張國榮平淡卻又充滿哀傷的嗓音，「往事不要再提，人生已多風雨，縱然記憶抹不去，愛與恨都還在心底……」嘆了口氣，T緩緩將音量開至最大，望了一眼那始終沒有亮過的手機，閉上眼，想起了那段荒唐卻又令人沉醉的往事。

Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home is a 1986 motion picture released by Paramount Studios. It is the fourth feature film based on the Star Trek science fiction television series. It completes the story begun in Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan and continued in Star Trek III: The Search for Spock. Intent on returning home to Earth to face trial for their crimes, the former crew of the USS Enterprise travels to Earth’s past in order to save their present from a probe attempting to communicate with long-dead humpback whales.

After directing The Search for Spock, cast member Leonard Nimoy was asked to direct the next feature, and given greater freedom to the film’s content. Nimoy and producer Harve Bennett conceived a story with an environmental message. After dissatisfaction with the first script produced by Steeve Meerson and Peter Krikes, Paramount hired The Wrath of Khan writer and director Nicholas Meyer, who collaborated with Bennett to rewrite the script.

James Horner, the composer for the previous two films, declined to return; Nimoy’s friend Leonard Rosenman was given the job instead.

The film earned four Academy Award nominations, for Best Cinematography, Best Effects, Best Music and Best Sound.

Trivia:

• The device Dr. McCoy uses to heal Chekov’s head injury is part of a model kit of an AMT movie version Klingon Battlecruiser.
• The punk on the bus is played by associate producer Kirk R. Thatcher. He also wrote the song that is playing on the boom box during his scene.
• Some shots of the whales were in fact four foot long animatronics models. Four models were created, and were so realistic that after release of the film, US fishing authorities publicly criticized the film makers for getting too close to whales in the wild. The scenes involving these whales were shot in a pool underneath a Paramount parking lot. The shot of the whales swimming past the Golden Gate Bridge were filmed on location, and nearly ended in disaster when a cable got snagged on a nuclear submarine and the whales were towed out to sea.
• The film was originally supposed to have Eddie Murphy instead of Catherine Hicks. Murphy was supposed to have played a professor concerned with UFO’s who spots the de-cloaking Klingon ship at the Super Bowl. Apparently, all others are convinced the ship is a half-time special effect while Murphy believes it is real. Paramount declined this script for two reasons: Paramount didn’t want to combine their two most profitable franchises (“Star Trek” (1966) and Beverly Hills Cop (1984)), and Murphy had signed on to do The Golden Child (1986) instead.
• According to George Takei, when McCoy, Scotty and Sulu are standing in front of the building with Yellow Pages advertisement, a door opens and an Asian woman appears. The scene in the movie ends at this point but originally this woman was to begin shouting for a young boy named Hikaru, who would run into Sulu. Sulu would realize that this boy was his great-great-(etc.) grandfather. The young boy hired for this scene began to cry on the set before the shot and they were unable to get him to do the scene. With no one to replace him, the scene was never shot.
• Sulu (George Takei) was supposed to leap into the Huey helicopter when the pilot was outside, looking the other way, and make off with it. Takei had just run the San Francisco marathon when they were supposed to shoot this scene, and was too sore to leap into the helicopter. They tried having a grip throw him in, but couldn’t get it to look realistic, so the scene was cut. In the final edit, Sulu is shown talking to the pilot, then shows up flying the helicopter a few minutes later.
• Cameo: [Bob Sarlatte] The waiter in the restaurant.
• The Cetacean Institute is actually the Monterey Bay Aquarium in Monterey, California. The Institute’s logo also belongs to the Aquarium.
• When Kirk, McCoy, and Gillian first enter the hospital and are walking around trying to locate Chekov, a voice on a loudspeaker in the background says “Paging Dr. Zober… Dr. Sandy Zober.” Sandra Zober was director/star Leonard Nimoy’s wife at the time.
• The officer on the Saratoga who announces that the thruster controls are offline is of the same alien race as the Federation President in Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country (1991). This race has never been officially named, but some promotional materials identify the race as the Efrosians (named after Mel Efros, unit production manager for Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home (1986)).
• During Spock’s memory tests, the computer speaks very rapidly, almost too rapidly to discern. The first question it asks Spock is, “Who said ‘Logic is the cement of our civilization, with which we ascend from chaos, using reason as our guide’?”
• The time-travel method used in the film comes from the “Star Trek” (1966) episode ‘Tomorrow is Yesterday’.
• A scene written for but cut from the film explained why Saavik stays on Vulcan: she is pregnant with Spock’s child, stemming from an event in Star Trek III: The Search for Spock (1984). This was the character’s final appearance in a Star Trek film.
• Jane Wyatt’s final cinematic appearance.
• The computer graphic consoles that became standard on the 24th century Star Trek bridges and also called “Okudagrams” (named for designer Michael Okuda), make their first appearance on the bridge of the U.S.S. Enterprise NCC-1701-A. It is also the final appearance of the entire original Star Trek movie bridge set as only small parts were reused for Star Trek V: The Final Frontier (1989).
• Scenes of the Enterprise’s final moments and its self-destruct were reused from Star Trek III: The Search for Spock (1984).
• During the film’s 1 hour 59 minute runtime, there’s only a total of about 1 minute 13 seconds worth of shots of the Enterprise – the shortest amount of time the Enterprise is seen on screen in any Star Trek movie. The first 33 seconds of it during the beginning courtroom scene was stock footage of the Enterprise’s destruction from Star Trek III: The Search for Spock (1984). The other 40 seconds of it were shots of the Enterprise-A towards the end.
• One early draft script was subtitled ‘The Trial of James T. Kirk’. This script involved Kirk being ‘court-martial’ed at the request of the Klingons, who were indignant about the events in Star Trek III: The Search for Spock (1984). One particularly interesting facet of this script is that it included the character of Harry Mudd (Roger C. Carmel)as a character witness. When the time-travel script was approved instead, the trial was included as a minor sequence. The trial-by-Klingons idea (and portions of the dialogue) was later re-used in Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country (1991).
• Cameo: [Jane Wiedlin] The Go-Go’s rhythm guitarist appears as the captain of a ship rendered powerless by the Probe. She is seen on the right of three huge video screens amid a chaotic control room on Earth. Her line: ‘The condition remains the same. The Probe has neutralized all power supplies. We are functioning on reserves only’.
• The captain of the USS Saratoga, seen at the start of the film, was the first female captain ever seen in a Star Trek story. The success of this film led to offers by several US TV networks to produce a new Trek TV series with the original cast. Instead, Paramount gave the green light to produce the syndicated “Star Trek: The Next Generation” (1987) starring an all new cast. A woman (Kate Mulgrew) was cast as ship’s captain in the Star Trek series Star Trek series ‘Star Trek: Voyager (1995)’.
• The miniature of the Spacedock interior (some fifteen feet across) had been destroyed at the end of production on the previous film and had to be rebuilt from scratch.
• As part of a deal with reincarnating Spock in the previous film, Leonard Nimoy took the director’s chair.
• When Chekov is running through the Enterprise (the aircraft carrier), trying to get away from the Marines, the words “Escape Route” and an arrow can be seen on the bulkhead walls.
• The ‘USS Enterprise CVN-65′ was actually The USS Ranger CV-61. The Enterprise was out to sea during filming.
• According to Spock’s computer on Vulcan, Kiri-Kin-Tha’s First Law of Metaphysics states that “Nothing unreal exists”.
• Kirk R. Thatcher did such extensive work on the film that he was promoted from “Production Assistant/Visual Effects” to “Associate Producer” by the end of the film.
• Scenes filmed on location in San Francisco marked the first time any Star Trek installment had been filmed outside the Los Angeles region.
• When Nicholas Meyer was asked to help with the script, the first thing he wanted to do was change the location from San Francisco to Paris because he had previously written and directed a movie about time travel involving San Francisco called Time After Time (1979). But since Starfleet is supposed to be located in San Francisco, he was overruled. Oddly enough, scenes in Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country (1991), as well as scenes from “Star Trek: Deep Space Nine” (1993) depict the Office of the Federation President to be in Paris.
• The scene with the punk music on the bus was written by Nicholas Meyer to revive a scene that was cut from his movie Time After Time (1979), that had H.G. Wells encountering a teenager with music blaring from a boom box.
• The scene with Chekov and Uhura kneeling on rocks looking at the Aircraft Carriers was shot in San Diego at North Island Naval Air Station.
• It is often claimed that this is the only Star Trek film where no weapons are fired. This is incorrect, as Kirk uses his phaser to weld a door shut, and the whaler fires its harpoon. Chekov also tries to use his phaser, though it doesn’t work. It is also one which no cast member from this film is killed, as the only deaths were from the reused footage from Star Trek III: The Search for Spock (1984).
• The whale hunters speak Finnish. The older Finnish hunter says “What the hell was it, that hit the harpoon?”
• The film bore the dedication, “The cast and crew of Star Trek wish to dedicate this film to the men and women of the spaceship Challenger whose courageous spirit shall live to the 23rd century and beyond…”
• The computer that Scotty uses to show transparent aluminum was originally going to be an Amiga, but Commodore would only provide a computer if they bought it. Apple was willing to loan them the Mac.
• When the alien ship is approaching Earth at the beginning to look for the humpback whales, there were originally subtitles saying things like “Where are you? Can you hear us?”. The studio wanted to keep them despite Leonard Nimoy’s objections. In the first test screening, however, test audiences indicated the subtitles were unnecessary so they were cut.
• For the shot of Sulu flying the helicopter over San Francisco bay, the filmmakers tried to get a pilot to fly a Huey, but they were unable to. The long shot was accomplished using a radio controlled model from Japan.
• The Probe is modelled after Rama from Arthur C. Clarke’s “Rendezvous with Rama”.
• While attempting to escape from the security agents aboard the USS Enterprise, Chekov tosses his phaser to one of the agents; although it is representative of twenty-third century technology, it is never retrieved.
• After Leonard Nimoy allowed Kirk R. Thatcher to play the punk on the bus, Thatcher expressed displeasure at the music chosen for his boom box on the bus scene. He then asked to write and perform a song that he felt would be more representative of his character than the pre-selected music that was to appear. The result was the song “I Hate You”.
• The original script called for the whales to be intercepted during aerial transport over the Golden Gate Bridge. San Francisco Mayor Diane Feinstein objected, saying that the city already had enough trouble with jumpers on the bridge, and that the scene would only encourage more. This led to the scene showing capture of the whales in Alaska.
• One of the questions Spock is asked by the Computer on Vulcan asks about the major historical events of 1987. We never see or hear the answer to that question as the film was made in 1986.
• The sounds of static from the computers heard in the background when the Bird of Prey comes out of timewarp are the loading sounds of a Sinclair ZX Spectrum computer.
• The location where Dr. Gillian Taylor picks up Kirk and Spock is not an actual street. It’s a parking lot that runs alongside the main road.
• In order to find the best actress to play Dr. Gillian Taylor, two prospective actresses were brought out to William Shatner’s ranch by Leonard Nimoy to meet with the man himself. It was Shatner who personally chose Catherine Hicks saying that she was “spunky” (According to Shatner and Nimoy in the DVD Commentary).
• The idea of having Spock give the Vulcan nerve pinch to the punk rocker was inspired by Leonard Nimoy who was walking down the street in New York when a punk came out of a store with his boombox blaring, disturbing everyone around him. Annoyed, Nimoy thought “If I was REALLY Spock, I’d pinch his head off!” (According to Nimoy in the DVD Commentary).
• This film features the only instance in which Kirk says “Scotty, Beam me up”
• During the final scene of the movie, where the Enterprise crew is in the shuttle Sulu says “with all due respect I hope we get Excelsior”. In Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country (1991), Sulu is the Captain of the Excelsior.
• The scene where Chekov and Uhura are asking a woman about “nuclear wessels” was almost completely improvised. Her line about them being in Alameda was ad-libbed by her, and although she wasn’t supposed to say very much, Leonard Nimoy enjoyed the spontaneity of the scene so much he left it the way it was.
• The sound the probe makes is taken from the sound of baby’s heartbeat during a sonogram, slowed down and digitalized.
• Final cinema film of Robert Ellenstein.
• The antique glasses that Kirk sells to make some cash are the pair that was given to him by McCoy for his birthday in Star Trek: The Wrath of Khan (1982). It’s suggested that once sold in the antiques store, those glasses hang around until they’re bought by McCoy, in the future, and then Kirk takes them back in time, and so on, in which case one has to wonder where the glasses “originally” came from. This constitutes an “ontological paradox”, an old favorite of science fiction writers, and raises too many questions to discuss here. (It is possible that these glasses existed in two places simultaneously, like characters in the “Back to the Future” films, rather than being caught in a causal loop.) The same paradox arises when Scotty explains how to make transparent aluminum. If the formula is “found” for the first time in the 20th century, but only because Scotty took the information back, then it was never invented in the first place! (This may not be a paradox if Scotty only gave Doctor Nichols the chemical formula but not the manufacturing process.)
• Scotty provided the formula for transparent aluminum in this movie. Interestingly, this state of matter was discovered in 2009.
• According to Leonard Nimoy, about 95% of the Humpback Whale footage in the final cut of the film was man-made.
• Susan Sarandon was among performers that were considered for the main guest lead of Dr.Gillian Taylor.

“I am not flirting with him!”, I stammered, face turning red at the accusation. “He wanted me to train him and I didn’t want to but Mark insisted because you know conversations don’t got well with him and I was quizzing him on the menu and….”

“Chill, Girl, I’m playing with you. You barely want to talk to guys, so I know you aren’t flirting with him.”, Bonita said, interrupting me.

“Don’t say things like that! You know how the rumor mill is around here. Next thing you know they’ll swear up and down we doing it in the supply closet.”

“I seriously doubt anyone here would believe that of you.”, Bonita replied laughing.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”, I said, sinking down into the booth.

There was no probably about it. Bonita was right. I was so painfully shy, it took me forever to open up to my coworkers. It also didn’t help that I had an adopted persona I used when waiting tables. It took them a while to separate that Ombri from the real Ombri. That Ombri was friendly and social and fun to be around, the real Ombri was shy, socially awkward, and a spaz. I didn’t always use to be this way. When I was 12, I was confident and social and actually fun to be around, but all that got taken away from me. It’s not something I like to talk about, but it tends to pop up in my thoughts at the most inappropriate times. Only a handful of people knew about it, the majority of them family members. I’d tried telling Bonita once but balked at the last second. I knew it was nothing to be ashamed of, but I still didn’t want to be judged.

Well a combination of me not wanting to be judged and me not trusting anyone enough. After what happened it was hard for me to trust anyone. For a moment when things were really bad I didn’t trust anyone, and that included my parents. For whatever reason I blamed them for what happened to me. I know now that nothing was their fault and the just did what they felt was best for me, but at the time things were really bad.

“Anyway, I just came to see if I could possibly talk you into coming out with me tonight. Now, before you say no, hear my out first. It’s not a club. Well, not in the traditional sense anyway. I’m going to Julep’s. You’ve heard of I,t right?”, Bonita asked.

“Isn’t it a poetry club?”, I asked, face scrunched up trying to remember if I’d heard anything in particular about it.

“Yeah, that’s it! It’s open mike night, and I’ve written a few pieces. I’m hoping to get a chance to perform them tonight.”

“I don’t know. I mean, I’d like to go, but you know drunk men flock to me.”

“Aw, come on, Bri, don’t be like that. I wanna go out with my best girl and listen and perform some good poetry.”

“Is anyone else going?”

“Is anyone else going where?”, Justin asked, sliding into the booth next to me.

“I’m trying to talk Ombri into coming out to Julep’s with me. She’s dragging her feet as usual.”, Bonita replied.

“Well, we’ll just have to make her won’t we.”, Justin said smiling at Bonita. “That is if you don’t mind a third wheel.”

Some how I found myself squished between Bonita and Justin and they had an in depth conversation about different spoken word artists. I was pretty much being ignored, which I didn’t mind as I didn’t have anything to add to the conversation. Actually I’d been pretty quiet the entire night. I was completely out of my element, and still not quiet sure how I’d been coerced into coming out.

Sighing inwardly, I glanced at my watch discreetly for the third time that night. I was ready to go, but had promised Bonita I wouldn’t leave until she’d had a chance to perform. What she didn’t tell me until after she made me promise was that she was one of the last people to go on.

‘Well, at least I no drunk guys have come over.’, I thought to myself.

“Well, hey there pretty lady.”, a slightly slurred voice from behind me said.

Damn.

Miss Geo is a new singer/songwriter from Rhode Island over there in the States. When I first heard some of the tracks off her debut long player The Story, I could’ve sworn she was a local. You listen to her music and tell me you’re not reminded of Frente! (For those that aren’t Aussie or don’t know who Frente! are, they were a massive Australian pop band that were big here about 15 years ago or so. Produced really great pop music).

Miss Geo’s real name is Abby Gutierrez, and calls her music a mix of indie pop, new wave, and electro with a few “cunning lyrics” put in for good measure. She plans on touring sometime in 2010, presumably in the states. For any other info, check out her website, or her MySpace. This is one to watch out for, and I definitely recommend checking out her album.

Anyway, this is probably a standout off the album. It’s called Broken Wrists and this is the track that reminded me of Frente! the most.

Miss Geo – Broken Wrists

(iTunes, BigCartel)

K. That’ll do the ramble for now.

“I’m worried about her, Mama. She hasn’t spoken to me in weeks, she’s not eating properly, and I know she’s not sleeping. Did you see the circles under her eyes?”, Danielle Angel, Josephine’s mother, asked.

“I see the circles, and I see how worried you are, but that didn’t give you the right to read her mind.”, Penelope Angel, Josephine’s grandmother, replied. “I didn’t raise you to use your gifts to spy on others.”

“I know, Mama, I know, but I don’t know what to do. The little I did get to see before she kicked me out didn’t really help me. It was something about her wanting to be normal, and I can’t even tell if that was a apart of the problem or if she was just thinking it. All I know is that something about returning home set off something in her. She doesn’t want to be here, but I had no choice. I had to return home. Once I get the call, I have to see it through”, Danielle said with a sigh.

“I know you’re doing the best you can, but you won’t learn anything betraying her trust. I’ll talk with her and see if she’ll tell me what’s wrong. I can’t promise she will tell me, or that she’ll want you to know, but I’ll see what I can do. Now, let’s change the subject, she’s coming up the hill.”

Josie emerged from the shade of the trees to find both her mother and grandmother staring at her. It was always slightly unsettling to see her mother and grandmother together, as her grandmother aged so slowly she and her mother appeared to be the same age. The only reason no one in town noticed is because her grandmother projected the image of an older woman with gray hair and glasses. In reality her mother and grandmother looked nearly identical. Actually all three women looked similar. All three had skin the color of milk chocolate with large, dark brown, almond shaped eyes, and long, black hair. Well, that’s one thing she didn’t have in common with the two women any longer.

“You may want to shield some, Josie.”, Penelope said, frowning slightly. “You’re shining like the sun.”

“Shit!”, Josie whispered to herself, enclosing herself in air. Ever since she’d found out she was coming home, she’d been losing control of her powers. Thankfully nothing as bad as the glass incident, but still things were starting to fall through the cracks. Meditation wasn’t working anymore. The only real escape she had was in her dreams. Prince Damien made everything better. She wasn’t sure if he was real or not, and at this point she didn’t care.

“Don’t curse in front of me.”, Penelope said, mentally nudging her granddaughter. “Now, come give your grandma a hug.”

Walking toward the older woman, Josie felt the stress of past few weeks fall away from her. As she hugged her grandmother, intense feelings of peace enveloped her. Before she could as what was going on, she her mother’s voice in her head.

‘You’ve got major cracks in your shield, and it’s been years since there were any. Please tell me what’s going on, Josie.’

Pulling away from her grandmother, Josie spun around and glared at her mother. She wanted to be angry, but she knew her mother meant well. Sighing deeply, she turned and fell back into her grandmother’s embrace.

“I’m sorry to be such poor company, but I’m really tired and would like to take a real nap. Do I still have the same room?”, Josie asked into her grandmother’s shoulder.

“Of course you do. I sent your bags up a little while ago.”

Trudging up the stairs, felt stress she’d been carrying return to her. The tension in her neck and shoulders returned, and she felt shrouded in sorrow. She desperately wanted to tell her mother, but she didn’t want to worry her. Besides, there was nothing that could be done about it.

‘Why did she have to get the call to come home? I thought I’d escaped this.’, Josie thought to herself, finally making it to her room.

Tossing her bag on the floor, she flopped on the bed and kicked her shoes off. Closing her eyes she tried to meditate to clear her mind of the thoughts swirling in her head. Maybe if she could just clear her mind for a few seconds she could get things together. Maybe she could calm down and make sense of what was going to happen. Try as she might nothing worked. The only thing she could think of was the very last thing her grandfather had said to her before she and her mother moved.

“I see your destiny, Child, and it is one of sorrow and despair. The day your mother permanently returns to Prairie Falls is the day the countdown until your demise begins. Death follows you closely.

Well, I’m starting to feel the crunch time again. Things are fantastic with Mike and terrible with everything else. *sigh* I have been job hunting and still have found no luck. The survey thing takes forever to get enough money and I just don’t have that time with my internet. It keeps stopping because of the weather. I really hope I can find something soon…

It’s getting to the point where I almost want to say t0 hell with this and become a prostitute…but I won’t because A.) I never could do that and B.) Mike. *blush* I don’t think he’d like a bunch of men pawing all over me…*whispers* unlike Kerry… >.>

Moving on, my phone bill is once again rolling around and it’s getting to the point that I want to have my phone shut off but if I do that then any potential employee will have no way, other than e-mail, to contact me. This is getting very tiring. I wish that I could just have my old job back. I will gladly work fast food if it means a paycheck. Things just aren’t looking great right now but I know that with some faith and trust (no pixie dust) things will turn out all right.

Thanksgiving is coming up and I’ve been told that my Aunt Susan has said that I could come over to her house for they’re celebration. I would be happy to go but for some reason I feel as if she is a little put off with me at the moment. I’m not 100% sure why and I’m too afraid to ask her…I just don’t know what to do. I know that I should just grow a pair and talk to her but at the same time it’s like…what if she’s so angry she doesn’t want to even see me. *sigh* I just don’t know. I’m a coward. I know it.

Anyhow, I must be off. I have tons of surveys to take. Thank you for reading! Until next time…~C’est la Vie!~

First, we shall discuss Pumpkin shall we? So, while my cousin and I were put of the room, Pumpkin got onto the laptop. She likes to sleep on our laptops because of the heat. Well, while she was laying there she. somehow, found her way onto Amazon.com and set up a profile for my cousin. After that she selected, ordered and got a discount on Supreme Commander for the PC! She qualified for free shipping and handling! It was on the checkout page when my cousin came back. She is such a hacker kitty!

As for my tongue..this is going to be brief. I got my tongue pierced under odd circumstances and that is all I’m going to say.

Now, for Mike and I. Today, November 22, 2009 at 5:42pm, Mike told me that he loved me. I have told him before, as you would know if you have read the other posts, that I love him. I knew that he wouldn’t say it back at the time. I knew that i wasn’t supposed to say it but I could not help myself. Anyhow, today he said it and I cried. It was the most amazing feeling it that I have ever had. I get butterflies when I think of him and, if he calls me a pet name, he automatically wins at anything. He called me and told me he missed me…I turned beet red and squealed..*sigh* I’m such a girl…>.>’ I am trying to find a way to get down to see him soon. I am so eager to be in his arms and be able to pet my werewolf.  ^-^ Lately, I have been walking on air. Everything about life is good. I miss him though we have never met and it just feels like I belong with him. I have felt that before but…something about Mike is pulling me closer…I feel

like I should just go with where ever this new tide takes me but, at the same time, I am so terrified to do that. I mean, the last time I gave in to the tide it lead me into Louisiana and into heartache.

Every time I talk to him, every doubt I even think of having evaporates and all I can think of is how it would feel to have his arms around me. I am waiting very impatiently to be able to snuggle with him throughout the night! Or to be able to watch a scary movie with him so that I have a reason to be in his lap.

On the other hand, I am so worried that I won’t be what he thinks I am…I try to be as real as possible with him but I’m not sure if I am doing as great as I think I’m doing.  I hope that I am but I am so scared that it’ll be just like Kerry. He

told me after like 3 months of me being there that I was a different person then how I seemed over text and talking on the phone. I didn’t realize that I was being any different but I guess I was. Mike is the sweetest man that I have ever met and I feel like I am the luckiest woman in the world!! He is a just like my fairy tale prince and he wants to be with me. Me, of all the women out there! I am simple, I am plain, I am not worth him. He is a god and I am but a mortal. He is so…perfect. That’s the only word I can come up with. Mike is everything that I have been looking for in a guy. He is sweet, charming, intelligent, ambitious, accepts me for who I am, handsome, caring, a family man and isn’t against cuddling! ^-^ I love him! I love Mike! ^-^ It feels good to say…erm…type…that! I really hope that things work out this time!

Thank you for reading. Until next time…~C’est la vie!~

“Well, um, what is it you want to know exactly?”, I asked clearing my throat nervously. This was new territory for me as most men I met didn’t really want to know anything about me. The last man who did claim he wanted to ‘get to know me’, well that ended disastrously and I still hadn’t fully recovered from it.

“Like I said, whatever you’re willing to share with me. I mean, you just met me. You don’t have to tell me anything to personal.”

I was completely at a loss for words, and slightly suspicious. On one hand, I wouldn’t mind sharing stuff about myself. I mean, I was trying to get out of my shell and open up to people, but on the other hand it had been in my experience that most most men had ulterior motives. But that wasn’t fair to Justin, or any other man I’d met that had been nice to me. ‘What was wrong with me?’, I thought to myself. ‘Every time I thought I was past this, something popped up to remind me just how much I wasn’t. God, what good were my therapy sessions if I was still ‘broken’? I just wanted to be normal, well as close to normal as I could get, but what was so great about being ‘normal’?’

“Ombri, you know you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to.”, Justin said interrupting my thoughts.

“Oh, uh, no…that’s not it.”, I replied blushing slightly. “I was just trying to figure out what to tell you that wouldn’t bore you to death. I’m really not as interesting as you think.”

“Well let me be the judge of that. Besides, it’s dead in here tonight. We need to do something to pass the time.”

“You could go back to studying the menu, or move on to the drink menu.”, I suggested hopefully.

“Or I could fall asleep due to lack of stimulation. Come on”, he said reaching over the table to touch my arm. “Tell me something about you.”

As his hand left my arm, I opened my mouth and began telling him about my life. I told him how I grew up in Rosewood Park where I lived with my mother, Georgia. I told him all about how she was the best mother any girl could have, and how I was lucky to have such a wonderful person in my life. I told him about childhood trips to museums and art galleries and libraries, where my love of learning was cultivated. I spoke of afternoons working in our small backyard garden, where we grew many of the vegetables that we ate. How people often said that my mother and I looked like twins, but I failed to see it because my mother was gorgeous and I was simply not. I told him about my mother’s love of cooking, and how this lead her to open up her own bakery which I sometimes helped her run

“Wait, wait, wait.”, Justin said interrupting me. “Your mother owns a bakery, and her name is Georgia?”

“Yeah, she owns Georgia’s Delights down on 26^th street.”

“Well, isn’t this a coincidence”, Justin replied. His loud laughter startling me again, causing several servers to glance our way. “Georgia’s Delights is where Nicole and I got our wedding cake.”

“My mother doesn’t make wedding cakes.”, I replied slightly confused.

“Oh, it wasn’t a traditional wedding cake. Nicole and I couldn’t afford that. It was just a sheet cake, but we loved it just the same. It was covered with a thick layer of buttercream frosting. I think it was more frosting than cake.”

“Yeah, mama has a severe sweet tooth, and assumes everyone else has one.

“Yeah, I loved that cake. I keep meaning to go back and pick something up, but keep one thing leads to another and it slips my mind.”

I was about to ask him to tell me something about his life, when Bonita, my best friend, walked over to announce I had a table. As I taken the first 3 tables of the night, I indicated to Justin that he should to take care of them.

As he stood up to go greet the couple, Bonita took the seat he’s just vacated. Leaning her head on her fist, she peered intently at me.

“What?”, I asked her.

Ignoring my question, she continued looking at me before glancing down at the pen she held in her hand. Finally, she spoke.

“Why you flirting with that married man?”, she asked looking back up at me.

Have come across the idea in several works of fiction recently of rchetypal city whose shadowed reflections are known to us as every city everywhere. I bring this up because one aspect of fiction that I have enjoyed over the years is how meaningful concepts embedded in our collective consciousness express themselves as art sometimes without the author or artist realizing their origin..

It gets passed off as “There is nothing new under the sun. Just new ways to present it, but certain stories which ring true will always find new expression as belief and knowledge in them has given them an existence beyond memory, an existence which one could say, they fight to keep.

These living archetypes have left their mark on us. Each new self-help book or concept that involves classifying people into different types is an echo of similar methods of classification practiced by older cultures People according to their natures as revealed by oracle become devotees (either priests or priestesses or perhaps wards) of different god forces. In a very real sense, they embody that archetype not to the exclusion of others, we each contain the universe

Archetypal forces express themselves in our culture in various ways. In how we view the heavens, In how we name our days and months. Even in how we classify things such as diseases, foods and plants. Each generation of children are brought up with stories of young heroes who go on quests aided by wise men and fools, encountering strange beings along the way only to find themselves reaching adulthood and vanquishing the foes of their youth. The Story as I’ve said before endures.

“To get all the number in the world, you start counting with the number One.” – Thirteen Chapters of Scripture on Go.

A few words about my life before I met Lily and the main story began:

My father’s side of the family consisted of blue-collar workers associated with the steel industry in the Saddle Mountains, which was already in decline by the time I left China. My paternal grandmother, an enormously capable woman, was the leader of that side of the family. Although she had essentially no formal education, she was skilled in multiple trades (or so my father says), and the one skill I remember the best is sewing—I have kept some memories of threading needles for her even to this day.

My mother’s side of the family is much smaller in comparison, being comprised of my grandmother, my aunt and uncle, and a cousin who was quite a bit older than me. My grandmother was a professor of organic chemistry and one of the smartest people I know; I remember playing with her organic chemistry models in my grandmother’s collection even now, when I have forgotten nearly every other toy I have possessed. My cousin has always been an extrovert—and, despite or possibly because of our opposite personalities, we have always gotten along pretty well.

Both my parents’ educations were forcibly terminated during the Cultural Revolution, as was the case for most of their generation. They got their post-secondary degrees in the eighties or nineties. Because I can fill up pages and pages talking about my immediate family (can’t everyone?), I am going to stop it right here; you’ll have to glean the rest from my future posts, or just ask me directly.

I was a fairly normal kid until around the time I turned five, going to the daycare and later the kindergarten, playing with other children in the neighbourhood, that kind of stuff. That was not to last: I learned Go around that time, and that ate up all the time I might have spent playing outside, and a few months after I turned five, my mother went to study (computer engineering) in the United States.

The next few years of my life was mostly divided between Go, studying, and swimming. Go was the most prolific event in my life, and I got pretty good at it for my age; by grade 2, I was the best primary school-er at Go in my district of the city with a population of around 1 million. Studying came to prominence when I entered preschool, and I was a mediocre student for most of that time. For those of you who thought I was born a genius: sorry to disappoint you, but it took me a couple of years of studying to get even a decent grade; not surprising, really, given how I have always been prone to careless errors. Back in those days, I might get 100% once or twice a semester, and for some inexplicable reason they were always on the really important exams like the midterm or the final. As for swimming, oh what should I say… I was the guy in the pool who could dog paddle around for hours on end.

My more leisurely activities, if memory serves, were primarily conducted outside of my own home. I would visit my maternal grandmother almost every weekend, and there I would play with my cousin and sometimes read her (children’s science) magazines. To be certain, I was much better acquainted with her magazine stash than she was. During my longer vacations (summer and winter), I would take a train to visit my paternal grandparents, and those days were always as interesting as they were unpredictable. Oh, did I mention that I was the favoured child because I was the son of the eldest son, besides being the only one who had a chance of passing on the family name?

Finally, a few short stories from when I was young:

1.      When I was in elementary school, I was forever being picked on, because I was a very… nonviolent person with a reputation for weakness (unlike nowadays, when I’m actually physically weak, I was mostly just too averse to breaking the school rules by fighting back then). And because of that position I was in, I knew who the bullies were better than anyone else, and let me tell you: it was not the people who had a reputation for fighting. Funnily enough, there was a guy in my class who could fight on even terms with the 5^th graders when we were in grade 1, and he would help me out whenever he saw me being bullied.

2.      Around the time I graduated preschool, the teacher in charge lined us up and made predictions on how we would do in our academic careers. When my turn came, she said that I would be a mediocre student, or perhaps a little better. I was a fool and believed her back then…

3.      There was a school Go tournament in my district of the city which, contrary to usual practices, we were forced to register as a part of a group. So I went to my physical education teacher (Go being officially a sport in China) and he said that he would register me. Then the time came around and he said I forgot… Argh (yes, I’m still annoyed whenever I think of it). My father is still fond of recalling that I absolutely flattened the champion from that tournament at a later city-level tournament, although I don’t remember such a thing myself.

4.      In what was fairly typical behaviour for our age group, my class was split into sides between males and females, and there would be fighting and name-calling and all sorts of things going on between the two factions. I had always taken the neutral path, to the point that my classmates regularly debated whether I was male or female (they meant if I belonged to the male or female faction, but children of that age are not known for finesse in language). I just sat back and watched, and wondered why they fought.

Hopefully, the stories offered some insights as to the formation of my basic values: the importance of fairness, the worth of peaceful interactions, and the origins of my somewhat unorthodox feminist philosophy.

Then the time came when I was halfway through grade 2 and almost nine years old, when I turned my back to my past and went to an uncertain future in Canada, where my mother awaited. But that, as grandmothers say, is a story for another time.

Sleepy Hollow is a 1999 period horror film directed by Tim Burton. Based on the Washington Irving story The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, the film stars Johnny Depp, Christina Ricci, Sir Michael Gambon, Miranda Richardson, Casper Van Dien, Jeffrey Jones, Ian McDiarmid, Michael Gough, Richard Griffiths and Christopher Walken. The story centers on police constable Ichabod Crane sent from New York City to investigate a series of murders in the village Sleepy Hollow by a mysterious Headless Horseman. The style and themes of the story take inspirations from the late Hammer Film Productions.

Sleepy Hollow had been in development since 1994 and was originally intended to be directed by Kevin Yagher. The film labored into development far enough for Burton, who had unsuccessfully worked on Superman Lives, to direct. The majority of the filming took place in England where the crew built an entire soundstage. Sleepy Hollow would be released with box office success and critical acclaim, grossing roughly $206 million worldwide and scoring a 73 percent approval rating at Rotten Tomatoes.

Trivia:

• The scene where Ichabod Crane crosses the covered bridge and hears the frogs underneath croaking “Ichabod” and “Headless Horseman” is a tribute to Disney’s 1958 animated version of The Legend of Sleepy Hollow (1958) (featured in The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad (1949)), in which Ichabod Crane, crossing a bridge, hears the frogs croaking the same words. Director Tim Burton, a former Disney animator, has cited the Disney version of the tale as his main inspiration for the look and style of his film. The scene of Ichabod Crane riding the Horseman’s horse backwards is also taken from the earlier film.
• Christopher Walken, who plays the Headless Horseman, played a schoolteacher in The Dead Zone (1983), in the beginning of which he tells his class to read “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.”

Johnny Depp

• The town Sleepy Hollow was created from the ground up in three months. At the time of filming, it was the largest set built in England and was put up in record time. The last set that held this record was built for Billy Elliot (2000).
• The Western Wood was built on a sound-stage so everything, the weather, light, could be controlled.
• The Windmill was too large to be constructed on a sound-stage because it was over five stories high. The sails alone weighed over 2 tons.
• The final chase sequence on the coach in the Western Wood took three weeks to film.
• The Horseman’s horse is named Daredevil, the same name of Brom Bones’ (Brom Van Brunt’s) horse in Irving’s original short story; the horse was purchased in Seville, Spain.
• Christopher Walken’s character has no speaking lines, aside from a couple of “HAA”s to his horse and “shhhh.”
• Director Trademark: [Tim Burton] [scarecrows]
• This was originally to be a Kevin Yagher directorial project. Tim Burton later took over the project, with Kevin Yagher remaining on with co-producing credits among others.

Christina Ricci

• The dress worn by Katrina Anne Van Tassel (Christina Ricci) in the last shot of the movie has the same pattern as Michael Keaton’s outfit in the climactic scene of Beetle Juice (1988) also directed by Tim Burton.
• Tim Burton and the crew of the movie built the small town Sleepy Hollow complete with rooms, floors, and stairs. The town was dismantled after filming was completed.
• Historically, Ichabod Crane was a very unattractive man. Johnny Depp wanted to add prosthetics to his face to make himself look ugly, but Tim Burton wanted to base the character on Crane’s more unattractive personality traits – his reported squeamishness and eccentricity.
• According to Tim Burton, the opening shots of Peter Van Garrett were shot by Conrad L. Hall, who was a friend of the film’s director of photography, Emmanuel Lubezki.
• Star Johnny Depp adopted Goldeneye, the horse that played Gunpowder, Ichabod Crane’s horse in the film, when he heard it was going to be put down.
• While Tim Burton admired Andrew Kevin Walker’s original script, he hired the famed playwright and Academy Award-winning screenwriter Tom Stoppard as script doctor. Stoppard did an uncredited re-write to tone down the violence of Walker’s script.
• Ichabod Crane faints six times in the movie.
• At the start of filming the three-way axe battle with Ray Park, Johnny Depp and Casper Van Dien, Casper Van Dien broke the index finger of his left hand. Although extremely painful, he carried on without telling anyone as he didn’t want his part cut short.
• Ichabod Crane and Katrina Van Tassel were, reportedly, real people
• Winona Ryder was offered the role of Katrina Van Tassel, but turned it down.
• A mechanical horse, an updated model of one used in earlier films, was used for studio shots. The mechanical horse was originally developed for riding scenes with Elizabeth Taylor in National Velvet (1944).
• Johnny Depp did all of his own stunts for the final scene where he is dragged by the horse – he had bullet-proof clothing underneath his wardrobe.
• This film features three sith lords from the Star Wars prequels, Ray Park (Darth Maul), Christopher Lee (Count Dooku ) and Ian McDiarmid (Darth Sidious).
• During the last scene Ichabod, during his explanation to Katrina and Young Masbeth of how easy New York is to navigate, says, “The Bronx is up and the Battery’s down.” This is a line from the song “New York, New York” which is featured in the movie On the Town (1949).
• Casper Van Dien in real life is related to the Van Tassels (Christina Ricci’s character’s family; she is his love interest in the film).
• Casper Van Dien gained 30 pounds for his role of Brom.
• The production notes on the DVD reveal that Johnny Depp based his characterization on the late Roddy McDowall (Fright Night (1985)), Angela Lansbury (The Mirror Crack’d (1980)) and Basil Rathbone (The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes (1939) and others).
• Liam Neeson, Brad Pitt and Daniel Day-Lewis were all considered for the role of Ichabod Crane.
• Marlon Brando was sought as The Hessian Horseman.
• Although the headless horsemen in the books and fairy tales is physically not allowed to cross the bridge, as it is known as a safe haven for the characters, in this version he can cross it freely.
• Michael Gough came out of retirement to play Notary Hardenbrook.
• Although Tim Burton claims the windmill scene was a reference to Frankenstein (1931), which he lovingly quoted in Frankenweenie (1984), a stronger link can be made to Will Hay’s Oh, Mr. Porter! (1937) which also featured a windmill but not a headless horseman.
• This was the very last movie produced on laserdisc anywhere in the world.
• During the promotional interviews for the film, Johnny Depp gave Sir Michael Gambon the ‘task’ of mentioning Claudia Schiffer’s knickers in every press interview. According to Gambon, when interviewed on BBC “Top Gear” (1978), he succeeded easily. Mind you, Gambon admitted that he lies in all interviews, so this may not be true after all!
• Johnny Depp reportedly has never seen the film because he didn’t like the way he acted in the film.
• The gown of patterned gray muslin worn by Jessica Oyelowo (Sarah) is the same costume worn by Billie Piper (Fanny Price) during the play rehearsal scene in Mansfield Park (2007) (TV), and by Thandie Newton (Sally Hemings) in Jefferson in Paris (1995). Sally’s gown is made from the fabric selected by Thomas Jefferson and Mrs. Cosway.
• The last live action film of Michael Gough.
• Johnny Depp initially wanted to play the character with a long prosthetic snipe nose, huge ears and elongated fingers, although his suggestions were turned down by Paramount Pictures as they felt the design to be too outrageous.
• The cast and crew often said “The feeling one had walking around Sleepy Hollow’s sets, and in particular the town at Lime Tree, was almost as if you were walking around the inside of [Tim] Burton’s head.”
• In the novel, the Headless Horseman was a man who lost his head from a cannon blast in an unknown battle of the American Revolutionary War.
• This is the first adaption of Sleepy Hallow that doesn’t involve the actor of the headless horseman having to conceal their head in the cloak. Rather, to fit with the technology, the head of the actor is replaced with a blue screen mask and a CGI collar to match the flow of the robe.

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Three hours later, the old van chugged its way up the long winding driveway up to the house that neither Josephine or her mother had seen in 10 years. It was an old stately Victorian manor house surrounded on three sided by tall trees. Many years ago it had once been white with a dark blue trim, but now the white was peeling and the blue had faded. Grabbing her messenger bag, Josephine hopped out of the van and stretched. Looking at her surrounding she couldn’t help but smile as familiar places and scents left her awash with memories from her childhood.

Noticing a well worn path, her smile broadened because she remembered there being a lake at the end of it. Ducking back into the van, Josephine grabbed her iPod and journal and hurried down the path. Slowing down once she got under the deep cover of the trees, she put her ear buds in and pulled up her mellow mix. Five minutes later she found herself standing on the dock of the lake looking at her reflection. Taking in her short, dark hair she sighed deeply. It was once nearly waist length, but she recently cut it so that it stopped right below her ears. She’s cut it out because the stress at having of having to return made clumps of it fall out, and though she couldn’t tell in the murky water she knew her gray eyes were rimmed with dark circles from lack of sleep. Laying on the dock she stretched again, this time letting down the mental shields she had in place. As the gentle breeze blew in from the water, she let it carry away her her stress and tension.

Running down the corridors of her mind, Josephine desperately searched for the door that would transport her to her favorite dream. Behind the door was a massive ballroom, where hundreds of people twirled endlessly around the dance floor. Moonlight forever streamed in through the windows, and millions of candles gave light to the room. Everyone was dressed in their finest ball gowns and tuxedos, and she was no exception wearing a flowing, corseted, gown in a deep blue with silver beads sewn into the bodice. She loved the dress, especially the way it flared around her while dancing. Her hair was no longer short, but long and pinned back with silver combs with lose curls framing her face. In her dreams she was a princess, and she’d promised the prince a dance.

As she ran, she suddenly found herself in the middle of a field of yellow daisies surrounded by the scent of vanilla. A bit disoriented from from the abrupt change in location, a few moments passed before she noticed the woman standing before her.

“You know, Grandma, there are other ways to get my attention then yanking me out of my dreams.”, Josephine grumbled.

“Well, when my only grandchild runs off into the woods before speaking to her favorite grandmother…”

“You’re the only grandmother I have.”, Josephine interjected.

“As I was saying, when my only grandchild runs of before speaking to her favorite grandmother, said grandmother is entitled to do whatever she pleases to get her granddaughter’s attention.”, the older woman said smiling brightly.

“Well, can I at least wake up first?”, Josephine replied, frowning slightly.

“Fine, I’ll meet you at the manor. I’ll be in the kitchen…wait…no your mother wants me to move the bags into the house. I’ll be by the van…wait…no…your mother doesn’t know what she wants.”, she replied vanishing.

‘Damn it!’, Josephine thought, sitting up from the dock.

‘I heard that young lady.’

Sitting up on the dock, she stretched and checked the time on her iPod. She’d only been asleep for 15 minutes, and her eyes burned from the tease of sleep. Gathering up her bag, she began the trek back to the manor.

The next day, I returned to work feeling refreshed. I’d actually gotten sleep that night, and wasn’t bitching about going back. As I walked through the door, the first person I ran into was Mark. He was standing right in the middle of the isle I normally slunk down to avoid talking to him.

“Justin has requested that you train him for the duration of his training period.”, he said by way of greeting. “As no one has ever requested you for training, of course I’ve agreed. I’ve changed your schedule to reflect this.” With that being said he immediately turned walked off.

“But I don’t train people, Mark, you know that!”, I called after him, my voice laced with frustration.

“I know.”, he called back over his shoulder.

Feeling my head began to throb I went in search of Justin. I wanted to know why after I told him I didn’t train, he’s go ask for me. There were plenty of trainers in the store, he didn’t need me to train him. Even though he was cute, I didn’t want to train him. Trainers were held responsible for whatever their “chargers” did, and I for one did not want to be in trouble for something someone else did.

As I put my things in the cabinets under the drink station, I turned to find Justin standing behind me with a grin on his face.

“Any reason why you told Mark you wanted me as your trainer? I told you about this yesterday. I really just don’t like training.”, I said, feeling my headache getting worse.

“Ah, so you were trying to get rid of me yesterday,” Just replied, pretending to be hurt. He might have been successful if his smile actually left his face.

“I’m serious.”

“Well, since we’re being serious then”, he said smile getting bigger.

Sighing deeply, I turned away from him. “I don’t have time for this. My head hurts now.”

“Ah, Ombri, don’t be that way. I asked for you because I meet the other trainer, and boy did she have an attitude. I don’t want to work with someone who’s that much of a bitch for no reason, besides, I had fun with you the other day. You don’t take this job too seriously. I can work with you.”, he replied, as he touched my shoulder to keep me from leaving.

The fact that he was married didn’t stop my heart from fluttering at his touch. Glancing up at him, my heart melted as those green eyes looked down into mine. Was I going to train him? Yes, yes, I was. Was I going to like it? Yes, yes, I was. Was I a sucker? Yes, yes, I am.

Tuesdays were a notoriously slow day for El Restaurante. Most of the servers stood around the drink station, some were in the kitchen stealing food. Justin and I sat in the one of the back booths going over the menus. As he studied the menu, I took the opportunity to let my mind wander. What is it that attracted me to unattainable men? Better yet, what is it about me that attracted people who were destined to hurt me? I didn’t deserve any of what happened to me, and I certainly wouldn’t wish any of that pain on anyone. Cringing slightly as my thoughts turned toward unwanted thoughts. I’d tried so hard to block out what happened, but some days I just couldn’t help but get lost in unpleasant memories.

“Are you alright? You look like you’re about to be sick.”, Justin asked, his voice bringing me out of my thoughts.

Blinking slowly, I shook my head to clear my thoughts. “I’m fine, just a bit of heartburn.”, I lied.

“You sure?”, he asked again, frowning slightly.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. So, do you think you have the menu down, or do you need a little while  longer to study it?”

“Well, actually, I would like to take a break. I mean, this thing is like four pages long.”

“Yeah, it’s a bit lengthy.”, I agreed. “So, did you want some more practice or…”

“I wanna know about you. Your likes, dislikes, why you’re single. Anything you’d be willing to share really.”, Justin said, interrupting me.

“Why do you want to know about me?”, I asked, slightly confused.

“Because, you’re an interesting person.”, he replied, bestowing me with a huge smile.

That smile would be the death of me.

Okej. Dolgo že ni blo Storya. Kinda se mi neda pisat, pa rajši objavljam fotke in razne GG poste.

Uglaunem. Šola je spet v polnem teku, nažalost. Kako veselo že čakam naslednje počitnice, pa vikend in tko naprej. Ta petek se punce odpravljamo žurat. OUJE. Že dolgo nismo šle pa se mormo malo sprostit in znoret. Gremo v Ultra na Jupitrov žur.Wuhu. nemorem se načakat. Človek vsako tolko rabi eno noč, da se znori, napleše in nakriči, da potem lahko normalno funkcionira naprej.

Sicer sm si pa namesto učenja ogledala zadnjo epizodo GG. Lady Gaga bitchez. XD Odfuk totalen. Jenny henga z dilerjem, sinom ambasadorja, Serena začenja afero z kongresnikom, Dan,Vanessa in Olivia pa se grejo trojčka. Sejpravim, odfuk. Aja, Blair pa ostaja ista. Svoje cilje dosega z manipulacijo. Je lepo slišat da vsaj nekdo ostaja tak kot je.

Aja, da vs šemalo updejtam o najnovejših albumih. 23. 11 izideta dva. In sicer Rihannin Rated R in pa Lady Gaga z The Fame Monster. Dva dolgo in težko pričakovana. Pa še en manj pomemben je izšel in sicer DAN D & SIMFONIČNI ORKESTER RTV SLO. Sepravi DVD in CD iz dvodnevnega koncerta DanDejev v Križankah. Kupite ga lahko na rtvslo, stane pa 14.90€. Plus poštnina seveda. Se splača. Jzz ga jutri naročim.

Jzz ubistvu nimam veliko več za povedat, razen mogoče, da bi bla spet vesela kkšnih predlogov z vaše strani glede bloga. Kaja upam, da sm ti izpolnila tvoje zahteve, zdej pa prosim še ostali!!

(Ste opazl da sm spet Tage začela uporabljat?) XD

XoXo, Peppi.

Journo: So, tell me about the first time you met Marie?

Janelle: It was at tennis. She rocked up wearing a pink skirt, pink t-shirt, with a pink heart stencilled onto her racquet. I was playing against her, and I dropped this ball short and wide. She was standing on the baseline, and was so determined not to be beaten by that shot, that she ended up diving for it when she hit the service line. I fully thought she was going to break something, but somehow she got her racquet to the ball, flicked it back over the net and managed to win the point. Mostly because I was so amazed she’d gotten to the ball that I forgot to move for it, but still… it was a pretty amazing thing to see. The determination that woman has, for anything. She refuses to give up on anything. She never gave up on me, and for that, we’ve remained steadfast friends ever since.

Journo: And Alex?

Janelle: Couldn’t have been happier when she realised that he wasn’t the one for her. Not that I ever want to see her end up a cat lady (which she’s positive she will do), but Alex was holding her back. There’s too much for her to do in this life, and all Alex wanted her to do was be his. Don’t get me wrong, I like Alex, and he cares about her, a lot – he’d do anything for her, I know that – but she’s independent, and she needs to be with someone who will let her fly.

Journo: Lucy?

Janelle: Lucy is Lucy. She’s one of the best things to have ever happened to Marie – taught her that she can’t always do everything on her own, and that sometimes she does need help, but Lucy also taught her how to ask for that help.

Journo: That’s all?

Janelle: It’s not my place to talk about Lucy. Lucy’s a very special person, and you’d need to talk to her if you want further information.

Journo: Ok. What about the infamous episode at the Windsor?

Janelle: (laughs) I don’t know that it’s infamous… but. The first thing, I think, that anyone learns about Marie, is that you don’t mess with her food. We’d been waiting for nearly an hour before the waiter came over to take our order, and Marie tends to get a little knarcky if she has to wait. She asked the waiter if she could speak to the manager, he told her the manager was unavailable, without even going to check, and then she just got up and walked out, letting the maitre d know on her way out that she was a reviewer and they’d just failed miserably because she hadn’t even tasted the food to review it. The manager called her about an hour later, and offered all of us a meal on the Windsor the following weekend, and that he would personally serve her, just to ensure the best possible service.

Journo: And the review?

Janelle: Oh, she wrote it, and posted it on her blog. Marie has a wide group of ‘internet friends’, followers of her blog, and it didn’t take long before the story got out. The Windsor offer her a free meal once a month now.

Journo: There’s a rumour that Marie is dating Lee Harding…

Janelle: From Australian Idol?

Journo: Yes, is there any stock in that?

Janelle: Have you done your research?

Journo: Yes…

Janelle: And what do you think?

Journo: Well… there seems to be a fair few photos of Marie and Lee floating around…

Janelle: (laughs) Marie managed to start that rumour herself… part of an experiment, I think, once the media got hold of who she was.

Journo: Does Lee know about it?

Janelle: Of course he does – they’re great friends now.

Journo: I’m confused… how did this come about?

Janelle: Lee and his band play at the Stamford on Saturday nights… The Stamford just so happens to be our favourite pub… It was sheer coincidence that the first photo went up… Lee was wandering around the pub, and he bumped into Marie… she had her camera out coz we were collecting photos for another friend’s birthday, and she asked Lee if he’d mind being in a photo with us. He said he didn’t mind, and even gave her a kiss on the cheek… she posted it on her blog, as a joke, some journo looking for gossip on Lee found it and forwarded it to all the music media… Lee approached her the next weekend he saw us at the Stamford, and together they plotted to bring down the gossip mags!

Journo: So there’s nothing in it?

Janelle: Not a thing… but no one in the media has brought it up for nearly two weeks now, so it’s old news!

Journo: I just thought I’d check…

Janelle: (smiles)

Journo: So she’s on the market then?

Janelle: If you’re planning on purchasing her next manuscript, of course. If you’re referring to her relationship status, you’d have to take that up with her.

Journo: So you don’t know?

Janelle: No, I know. It’s just not my place to spill that kind of gossip about her.

Journo: Anything I can do to convince you otherwise?

Janelle: Not a chance… Marie is my best friend, and I’m not going to throw that away for my 5 minutes of fame.

Journo: Why?

Janelle: Because it’s not worth it…

Journo: No, why is Marie your best friend?

Janelle: Didn’t we cover this already?

Journo: Not quite…

Janelle: Oh… well, Marie is my best friend because she’s always been there for me, she’d drop anything to help me out, and she doesn’t spill my secrets.

Journo: Oh, ok. Well, what was your first reaction to Marie’s book?

Janelle: I’m not really sure… I live with Marie, I’d seen her writing it, I’d read bits of it, I’d talked with her about it. At some point in the writing of it, she stopped sleeping, and I think for about a month straight I went to sleep to the sound of clicking keys. I think my first reaction was “yay! Thank god she’s finally finished it!” And now she’s busy typing away at the next story… I think we need to look into soundproofing the study!

Journo: Alright then, what are your impressions of the book? Do you like it?

Janelle: I like that she finally finished it!

Journo: Come on, give me something to work with…

Janelle: Ok… I haven’t actually read the finished product yet…

Journo: You’re kidding? I thought you said you were best friends?

Janelle: Hey, I work full time, and the book was only released a week ago…

Journo: You didn’t get an advance copy?

Janelle: Marie wouldn’t let me read it…

Journo: Really?

Janelle: Yeah, she’s got a warped sense of humour… she didn’t want me to reveal the ending to anyone before it was released…

Journo: Surely you wouldn’t have done that?

Janelle: No, but journalists have a habit of not giving up when they want to know something.

Journo: Fair call… But I still want to know what you thought of it… since you’re her best friend, surely you can be honest?

Janelle: Since the book got picked up by a publisher, I don’t think my opinion counts… but from what I have read of it, I enjoyed it. Marie has a definite way with words, and she knows how to weave a story.

Journo: Ok, so when you have finished it, will you be posting a review on your blog?

Janelle: Ha! I don’t go in for blogs…

Journo: That’s not what I’d heard.

Janelle: I help out with Marie’s on occasion… give her some content…

Journo: Like trying to blow the house up?

Janelle: That only happened once!

Journo: What about the air conditioner?

Janelle: Hmmm… It’s not my fault the thing wasn’t connected properly…

Journo: So tell me about your next project…

Janelle: Aren’t you trying to get information about Marie?

Journo: Yes, but I hear you’re pretty famous within your industry?

Janelle: Flattery will get you everywhere.

Journo: (smiles)

Janelle: We’re putting together an exhibition on shoeing.

Journo: Shoeing?

Janelle: Horse shoes… their place in mythology as a good luck charm, the advances of technologies… some archaeologists in London unearthed a smith near the Tower of London, so we’ve managed to get some of the artifacts from there.

Journo: Sounds interesting…

Janelle: If you’re not interested, then don’t ask.

Journo: No, no… I’m being sincere. I just would never have thought that there would be that much interest in horse shoes.

Janelle: Among the racing and breeding fraternity you’d be surprised. Actually, the idea came from Marie’s sister.

Journo: Back to Marie…

Janelle: Isn’t that why we’re here? You don’t really want to report on an installation the Racing Museum is going to do on horse shoes?

Journo: You’re right… But I do know the arts writer pretty well… maybe I could get you an introduction?

Janelle: I know the arts writer as well, and they’ve already booked an interview time with me for tomorrow.

Journo: Ah…

Janelle: If you don’t have any more questions, I think we’re done here.

Journo: Right, I know a dismissal when I hear one. Well, thanks for your time, I think I’ve got enough to start writing.

Janelle: No problems. Enjoy the rest of your day.

—- ENDS —-

When Amber was 11 years old her mother disappeared, leaving her to be raised by her father. Upon his death, when Amber is 17, she discovers that he wasn’t her father at all. Abandoning her life as she knows it she travels North, to unearth not only her family’s secrets, but also the truth about herself.

Join her on a journey of discovery, cold nights and skies that are always starry.

From inspired nothing…the one (the all)
From the one needing to express itself…the many
from the evolving many…the unified one
Magnificent ripples in a pond of nothingness
All that matters is the story
for nothing else has matter
but the stories we tell ourselves
the names change, the facts the figures
but the story lives on.
The King had a daughter
no the Emperor a son
and he or she was unhappy
for they felt their lives were empty
and they needed an object on which to express their love
Then a bird flew into his window
then a frog called to her
An enchanted kiss
An evil fought
and love won in the end
Do the names or places matter?
Not to the story
the story endures
Archetypes burned into our consciousness
in the language of dreams
so that we create ourselves
in their image.

The devil is in the details…
and that is good
because the story continues
and tho the outline remains the same
the lessons come from the differences
what each generation or people need to learn
and therein the teacher can be found
Saturn -The Plamet of lessons
Satan who tempts us away from the
path of the story
Crossroads can be tricky
but who can eschew (Eshu) them?

I meander from a straight path
but poetic truths are different
from ones of logic
and the Fool can go anywhere
It is ever a fool’s prerogative
to laugh at kings
to remind them
that they too are but a story
and will one day end
tho the story lives on….

Some lessons need to be learned more than once…
This one will continue