to_be_empty: (Us in Paris)
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Yepp, I do have a best friend. We've known each other for 7 years =D What haven't we done in all that time, huh? We've written mindlessly ridiculous Buffy/Angel fan fiction, we've discovered amazing bands, we've survived an Anita Blake addiction, we've been to countless number of fantastic rock shows, we've gone on vacations, we've eaten everything we want and more, we've gone on diets, we've been to Paris (and Disneyland, duh..), in a festival we've set up a tent, stayed in it until the sun woke us up by boiling us (greenhouse effect) and packed the tent up (at least tried to =P) Wow... What else is on the road for us, huh? Personally, I think I'm on concert withdrawal right now, it has been 4 weeks since our last one =D

Wow, it has been so long since I've last posted here. What was last? A brief review of the Bon Jovi show (which we went to, together =), on my birthday and you actually wished me happy birthday as those rock gods were on stage!)

Actually, it has been ages since we both posted anyhing, right [ profile] anitta_gzd ? You there? I mean I know you're there always but are you in LJ?

What can I say, I couldn't resist answering this writer's block prompt...

Now, to the true purpose of wandering on LJ, I'm gonna find myself a Spartacus fandom =D What a show... Spartacus with his anger, his wit  and his righteousness. Gannicus with his charm, his wine and his smile. Crixus, the fucking animal... All with their vast love for women they eventually lose. It is truly an epic tale, though unfortunately, from history we all know how it ends. But Spartacus, as a historical person, is noted as the first man to ever challenge the authortiy, to rise against the mighty and powerful. Whether he won or not is not what's important, that he fought and fought well, with his heart and soul is what matters. On the subject of fighting, it's of course not always so literal. The very man that gives Spartacus life is in the biggest fight of his life. It's such a shame Andy's sick, I wish him the best of luck and strength to keep fighting that horrible illness and to return back to full health. Unlike my grandmother, who was sadly too old for the fight...
to_be_empty: (dorky Jensen)
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When I was about 2, I was afraid of trucks. Seriously, trucks. My big brother kept telling me "ooh, the evil trucks are gonna eat youuu!!!" and I was so little, so tiny and the trucks were big and scary and mean-looking. So I ran the other way whenever I saw a big truck, squeaking "truuck" in baby speak. I wouldn't even walk near one, I would walk in a weird half-circle to avoid coming near them.

Talk about silly...

Hee. But some of them really do look mean, don't you think?

to_be_empty: (sleepy)
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I think it would be foolishly naive not to believe there is other intelligent life in the universe other than on our planet. We can't be that stuck-up to think that we're alone in this whole endless universe!

Also, if these beings are anything like us humans, then they are to be feared and avoided, definitely. The last thing we need is an intergalactic war, on top of everything.

So, yeah.

to_be_empty: (rabid fan girls)
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Uhh, anxiety! Go away!

I mean it.

to_be_empty: (sleepy)
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UGG boots, please!

They simply look like giant polar-bear paws, as a friend so kindly put it once.

Oooh, and wearing leggings/tights under shirts instead of actual pants... Someone stop this now. Seriously. It cannot be fashion. It must be crime. Must be.

::shakes head, lips pursed::

Going to bed, now that I've thrown in my two cents...
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I love me some doggies. Seriously. There is no love like the love of a dog and there is no love like the love for a dog.

'nuff said =D

Ooo, and a big no-no to a roommate who hates and/or dislikes/fears animals. Nope. I'm too much of an animal-lover to live with someone like that.

Pets are better company anyway.

Below (in the previous entry), are my doggies!

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Never before seen is my everyday.

That is what life is, if you ask me. Every single day is worth living because you've never lived the same day before and you'll never live the same day ever again. No matter how bad it gets, tomorrow will always be another day. And no matter what happens, something else will happen eventually and you'll forget. Good, bad doesn't matter. What matters is the experience. The knowing, the learning and the forgetting.

I try to remember that.
to_be_empty: (sad song)
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Wow! What a question! But I don't have to think too hard. I've always enjoyed rock music - almost all the subgenres I've listened to - the best. So I'd like to think of myself as a rock-music-listener (and performer, though not very frequently), above all else. I guess, since there is no subgenre limitations or anything, I could live with only listening to rock music for the rest of my life and be happy and satisfied with my choice. (The music I listen to is already 90% rock, anyway)

As to why, there are so many reasons. Sure, rock music isn't as sophisticated as jazz, for instance, but in my opinion, quality rock music doesn't sit behind jazz considering musical diversity. There's improvisation in jazz, well there is improvisation in rock, too - that's how you jam together, for crying out loud! You don't have to perform jazz, you just have to know your instrument really well and like to fool around with it. That's why I think rock musicians can do pretty much anything with enough knowledge and practice since rock is a very welcoming genre concerning new, different and untried musical experiments. When you say rock, the span is so wide you can't decide what to listen to. I mean, under the title "rock" you can find pretty much anything from sappy love ballads to angry, anarchist punk-rock to good old, dependable classic rock to progressive to grunge and to, well everything. I don't think there is one person who can find nothing, absolutely nothing, likable in the wide bandwidth of rock music.

And also, I just love, love, love how my electric guitar sounds. In clean, overdrive or distortion. Whether it be playing riffs with power chords, or sweep picking or just strumming along softly, singing to yourself, the electric guitar defines me.

So, as they once said,

Let there be rock!
to_be_empty: (America's next top model)
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Huh, well it's the biggest, craziest dream of my life to front a rock band so I guess I'll go with being a world-class performing artist, here. I don't know about the social life, but I'm sure I would be satisfied with the career. Though when you're so famous that you can't do whatever you want because of your image or the deal you sealed off with your record company or whatever, it would become irritating and the depressing. One of the reasons why so many rockstars commit suicide, in my opinion.

If I could be lucky and smart enough to keep my private business to myself, I think my social life would be good, too. Though, that's like saying I would be living an apple-pie freaking happy life and I think we all know such a thing doesn't exist. What's to decide is do the goods outweigh the bads? In most cases, it's fifty-fifty and in some the bad seriously surpasses the good but then, there's The Cranberries - they're practically perfect: They all live in the same place with their families, they can decide to stop making music together because they want to and then get back together when they want to again and they're still a kick-ass band.

I know that kind of career and life is hard to come by but...

But still, a girl's gotta dream.
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Hmm, ten words, that's a bit tough. But, here we go. I guess I'd describe myself with the following ten words:

Coy (a bit)
Flammable* (extremely, I have a bad temper)

And I think most of the above would match if my friends were to make the same list to describe me. So I went ahead and marked the ones I thought that would make a match with a star.

Most of my friends know me with my enhanced talking skills (read chattering), my flaring temper, my authoritative figure and my cheerful smile. I'm all mushy, gooey and a really big softy at heart but no one really sees that side of me because on the outside I'm too vibrant and alive to seem emotional. I guess my softness only comes out when I'm around animals, but then I think they deserve love and affection more than us humans, so...

I could never be a doctor but I think I could be a vet =)

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