Dreamer's gaze

...sOrRy...

2011-01-08T05:24:00.001+01:00

There's one sad truth in life I've found

While journeying east and west -

The only folks we really wound

Are those we love the best.

We flatter those we scarcely know,

We please the fleeting guest,

And deal full many a thoughtless blow

To those who love us best.

Simply Red, Paint It Black

2010-01-25T15:54:00.003+01:00

"SSDD"

That's how I'd describe my day...every day..."SSDD". Can there be anything more pathetic than that? Yes. Though I don't know what it could be at the moment. I'd love to step out of this mundane and to rediscover what life is all about...Sadly, I cannot do that...for I must continue having my "SSDD" for the sake of my education and social life...

Oh wait...I barely have any of the latter...well, for my education then ^^

Ali je sanjska realnost zgolj fikcija?

2009-04-09T14:26:00.005+02:00

Naš svet, za katerega verjamemo, da je enkraten in popoln, je le eden v nizu zaporednih svetov, ki so naloženi kot plasti čebule. Čeprav smo energetsko usmerjeni le v zaznavanje našega sveta, še vedno lahko vstopimo v druga področja, ki so prav tako resnična, enkratna, popolna in pogoltna, kot je naš svet. Za zaznavanje drugih svetov ni dovolj le hrepenenje, potrebujemo tudi dovolj energije, da jih dosežemo. Njihov obstoj je stalen in neodvisem od naše zavesti, vendar je njihova nepristopnost samo posledica našega energetskega stanja. Z drugimi besedami, zaradi tega stanja in samo zaradi njega smo preprosto prisiljeni verjeti, da je naš vsakdanji svet eden in edini možen svet. V sanjah in sanjanju lahko zaznavamo druge svetove, ki jih vsekakor lahko opišemo, vendar ne moremo opisati tega, zaradi česar jih zaznavamo. Pa vendar lahko čutimo, kako sanjanje odpira pred nami druga kraljestva. Sanjanje je občutek, je dogajanje v naših telesih, zavest v naših dušah.

Pradavno pojmovanje sanj nedvomno odzvanja v vrednotenju sanj pri ljudstvih klasičnega starega veka. Domnevali so, da so sanje povezane s svetom nadčloveških bitij, v katera so verjeli, in da so razodetja bogov in demonov. Poleg tega so bili prepričani, da imajo sanje za sanjajočega poseben pomen, in sicer da praviloma napovedujejo prihodnost. V dveh Aristotelovih delih, ki se ukvarjata s sanjami, so te že postale predmet psihologije. Po njegovih besedah sanje niso sporočila bogov, niso božanske po naravi, temveč »demonske«, ker je narava sama »demonska«. To pomeni, da sanje izhajajo iz zakonov človeškega duha, ki pa je soroden z božanskim. Beseda »demon« je imela v preteklosti drugačen pomen, kot ga ima danes. Pri Aristotelu in Plutarhu so bili demoni duhovi preminulih herojev, ki so hodili iz ene realnosti v drugo, spodbujali ljudi, da so delovali v harmoniji z njihovimi načeli in pogledi. Dobrim demonom in duhovom je bilo dodeljeno mesto posredovalcev med ljudmi in Bogom. Sanje so opredeljene kot duševna dejavnost spečega. Aristotel je poznal nekatere značilnosti sanj, na primer, da pretirano povečajo majhne, med pisanjem nastajajoče dražljaje. »Ljudje menijo, da gredo skoz ogenj in, da jim je strašno vroče, ko gre le za nepomembno ogrevanje tega ali onega uda.« Iz te okoliščine je sklepal, da lahko sanje zelo dobro izdajo zdravniku prve znake telesnih sprememb, ki jih je v budnem stanju nemogoče opaziti. Odnos med sanjami in boleznijo je obravnal tudi grški zdravnik Hipokrat v enem od poglavij svojega znanega dela »De somniis«.

Nikoli se ne ponovijo pretekli dogodki točno tako, kot so se zgodili, zmeraj so prepleteni z našimi občutki, mislimi, razpoloženjem. V sanjah lahko storimo, kar hočemo – brez kakršnega koli sramu, sočutja do storjenega in brez vsakršne presoje lahko zagrešimo najhujše zločine (e. g. umor, uboj, tatvina) in vpletemo v njih ljudi, katere v »resničnosti« nadvse spoštujemo in si ne bi nikoli upali pomisliti na kaj takega. K. Ph. Fisher trdi, da se v svobodi sanjskega življenja razkrivajo subjektivna občutja, prizadevanja in strasti in da se v sanjah zrcali človekov moralni značaj. Sanje in njihova realnost nam pokažejo naše najgljoblje želje, upanja in nasploh našo pravo naravo, ki jo skrivamo in se je izven sanj sramujemo. Omogoča nam vpogled v globino in notranjost našega bistva, ki nam v budnosti večinoma ni dostopno. Zanimivo pa je, da se človekova nravnost ohranja tudi v sanjah. Medtem, ko nas tudi najhujše računske napake, najbolj romantično sprevračanje znanosti, najbolj smešni anahronizmi sploh ne vznemirijo, še sumljivi nam niso, pa nikoli ne pozabimo razlike med dobrim in zlim, med krivico in pravico, med krepostjo in grehom. Ne glede na to, koliko tega, kar nas spremlja podnevi, lahko med spanjem izgine, se nam je Kantov kategorični imperativ kot neločljiv spremljevalec tako obesil za pete, da se ga tudi v spanju ne moremo znebiti. To lahko pojasnimo z dejstvom, da je to, kar je v človekovi naravi bistveno, preveč trdno zasidrano, da bi nanj vplivalo kalejdoskopsko pretresanje, ki so mu v sanjah podvržena fantazija, razum, pomnenje in še druge take možnosti. Kar koli že sanje ponujajo, jemljejo svoje gradivo iz realnosti in iz razumskega življenja, ki se ovija okoli nje. Naj delujejo še tako nenavadno, se v resnici ne morejo otresti realnega sveta. Njihove najbolj pretanjene, pa tudi burkaste tvorbe si morajo vselej izposoditi osnovno gradivo bodisi iz tega, kar se je pred našimi očmi zgodilo, ali iz tega, kar je nekje v našem budnem miselnem toku nekako že našlo svoj prostor.

Kako mi vemo, da ne sanjamo? Kako lahko zagotovo rečemo, da tisto, kar mi sanjamo ni resnično? Različne teorije in dejstva pravijo, da meja med resničnim in sanjskim obstaja samo zato, ker jo mi tako določamo. »Resnica« je relativen pojem, ni objektivna, ampak subjektiva. Je taka, kot jaz pravim, da je. Pri Platonu lahko samo um spoznava pravo resničnost, ki se skriva v svetu idej, saj to je tisto, kar je človek deležen iz tega sveta, čeprav človek spada v strukturo materialnega in ne božanskega. To lahko razložimo tudi s Platonovo prispodobo votline. Pokaže, da ljudje živijo od mladih nog z okovi na nogah in na vratu, tako da se ne morejo ganiti in morajo nenehoma gledati naravnost predse. Votlina je prispodoba za materialni svet, v katerem ljudje živijo svoje vsakdanje življenje, priklonjenost pa ponazarja njihovo omejenost na čutno spoznavanje sveta. Tisto, kar ljudje vidijo, so zgolj sence, prava resničnost se skriva za njihovimi hrbti, oni pa jih zaradi okovov ne morejo videti.

Predvsem računalniške igrice so področja, ki nas popeljejo iz realnega v neki povsem drug svet, v katerem si lahko nadenemo drugo identiteto in počnemo, kar se nam zljubi. V realnem svetu posameznik ni idealen, pogosto se srečuje z ovirami in težavami, ki se zdijo nepremostljive. Ali ni umik v idealiziran, čeprav neresničen svet, lažji od soočenja z resničnostjo?

Facebook me iz dneva v dan bolj, khm, navdušuje

2009-03-25T15:30:00.003+01:00

Ja, iz dneva v dan sem bolj "navdušena" nad Facebook-om. No, bolje rečeno nad njegovimi uporabniki in uporabnicami.

Že pred nekaj dnevi sem hotela izraziti svoje negodovanje nad takšnimi in drugačnimi 30-letniki (no, kakšno leto gor in dol) in njihovo neskončno potrebo, da imajo na svoji friend-listi čim več profilov uporabnic ženskega spola. Sicer ne vem, kakšno moralno in estetsko katarzo pri tem doživljajo, oziroma kakšen val odobravanja svojih kolegov zaradi tega pričakujejo, vendar se mi zdi vse skupaj že malce bedno. Poleg tega pa se jim dejstvo, da osebe dejansko ne poznajo - oziroma je v življenju tudi hipno niso srečali - zdi popolnoma irelevantno. Važno je le, da njihova številka takozvanih prijateljev presega 250. In hej, mogoče pa bodo enega izmed svojih mnogoštevilnih stikov nekega dne spravili celo na kavo in mogoče še kam drugam - na mehko. Da, zagotovo sta število prijateljev, ki jih imaš na Fb in sposobnost zapeljevanja pozitivno linearno povezana.

Drugi fenomen vseh socialnih spletnih omrežij pa so mi deklice, ki na straneh Fb, MySpace-a, itd., kopičijo svoje amaterske fotkice, na katerih pozirajo v vseh pomanjkljivih oblačilih, ki jih premore njihova omara, ter (že omenjeni tridesetletni) dečki, ki se prek komentarjev slinijo nad njihovimi amaterskim nastavljanjem:

Deček: "Si pa kjut... :))"

Deklica: "Hvala, Matej."

Deček: "My pleasure..."

Deklica: "Saj veš, malo mi je bilo dolgčas..."

Deček: "Hehe..."

V pričakovanju na še kak slinast in prepocukran fotodialog se poslavljam in odpravljam pogledat, kaj se dogaja na Fb - upam le, da mi nivo cukra v krvi ne preseže kritične meje.

Aja, vsa imena, uporabljena v tem zapisu, so izmišljena - dialog pa je ža le prepisan in ni prepuščen moji domišljiji. Sicer pa bi kaj takega le stežka spravila skupaj.

Obviously...or not

2008-12-09T11:48:00.010+01:00

Is it obvious? I don't think it is. He was all happy yesterday, I couldn't help but smile back. I liked his cheerfullness. In my opinion, if the sun's shining, it still isn't much of a reason to be smiling your head off. But he was. It was different. My friend is always smiling, especially if the sun's out. She likes it. I don't. I'm blind as a bat in sunlight and the natural order in my head usually prevents me from being "a happy camper". It's often a mystery to me, you too?

It was...invigorating to see him. I wasn't expecting anything and there he was, just out of the blue, so cheerfull and so nice. A friend of mine gave me some thoughts about his astrological sign and some characteristics I've noticed are quite true. He's active, he's free, but can quickly turn critical and sour. He's an interesting friend if nothing else, I usually laugh at his remarks.

He's different in many ways and a fresh start for the onlooker. Maybe things will change one day. I hope so...

Bravery and I are not on familiar terms. My natural curiosity is tempered with caution, thus I've lived long.

He just is...

2008-12-04T22:52:00.005+01:00

You know when you fall in love there's this weird feeling in your head and you're always tense around that targeted person? I don't believe you get a funny feeling in your stomach a.k.a. butterflies, I mean, what the hell? Okay, I'll admit I'm not really in love, but I like him...really like him.

When we first met officially, he was the one who talked to me. I know it doesn't mean anything, but it felt nice nonetheless. We talked about our lives, school and friends. I even found out he lives near me; near my hometown and near my coastal apartment. What were the chances? We talked on the bus and I was happy. I have the weirdest habit of looking at a person's lips when they're talking. I concentrate on their eyes, but my gaze falters back down. It feels impersonal, but this time I wasn't sorry. He has the cutest smile ever and his eyes aren't half bad either. He's not exactly what you'd call gorgeous, but he is quite handsome.

At first, it was just a cute face in the crowd, but the more I talk to him, the more we have in common and agree upon, the more it feels weird. I know for a fact he doesn't feel anything, but I do. Every time we talk, I tense up. Unintentionally. I just can't be myself and it's tearing me apart.

We haven't talked in a while now, because of different schedules and/or skipping, and on one hand I'm glad for that. Because I can avoid all the frustration. On the other hand, I just want to be near him, hear him, see him. But we're not exactly "best friends" so neither I nor he feel the need to spend our free or school time with each other.

My natural defense mechanism for boys I like is sarcasm. And it usually drives them away, I built a sort of wall in front of me to protect myself. But with him it's different...when using sarcasm, people respond differently; guys usually get agitated and hit you in the face with a cruel remark. You don't show it on the outside, but it's killing you on the inside, ripping your heart to shreds. Sarcasm comes subconsciously to me, I even used it on him once. And he reacted in a completely different way than all the other boys. And his response triggered something in my mind, turned it around. Now, I can't seem to want to use sarcasm on him at all. Frustration, yet relief.

He's different, vastly more mature than other guys of his age. It's attractive. There's something about him that just...he can be goofy and serious, and goofy while serious. He has all these different faces that just pull you in like a gravitational field. He has the imagination that most guys lack, younger and older.

Seek and thee shall find, they say, but they don't say what you'll find.

Black & White

2008-09-17T23:05:00.003+02:00

BLACK & WHITE (Ulquiorra one-shot)

You've been a nurse at Karakura Town Hospital for a year now. You keep to yourself, yet you have the needed friends to get by fine. Both your parents are dead, your mother was a human and your father a Shinigami. When they made a child, they also gave her powers which enable her to sense and see spirits around her. You've even made some friends in the Spirit World, although they all had to leave soon after meeting you. Something about not wanting to feel sad because they'll only hurt you. You never knew why. Until you made friends with Kurosaki Ichigo and his group of equally talented friends.

In spite of all the laws, he told you about Soul Society, Hueco Mundo and the inhabitants of both worlds. He told you his story about how he met Kuchiki Rukia and borrowed her powers. That's how he became a substitute Shinigami. You don't know why he told you, but you did feel some sort of emotion from him. Maybe it's love or maybe it's just admiration. In return to his story, you told him yours. You told him everything about your life and about having no friends to save you in time of need. He volunteered.

With him as your friend, you also bonded with Chad, Orihime and Uryuu. Your best friend soon became Orihime, despite the fact you're almost 10 years her senior. After all, they don't let minors work in the hospital. Before you came here, you work at the Kurosaki clinic. You love the Kurosaki family even though you never interacted with them much.

One night Orihime came to the hospital while you were treating Ichigo and his wounds. It was like he was cut in several places, driven into a coma. You know for a fact that Aizen's Espada had something to do with it. You watched her about to kiss Ichigo, but she changed her mind in the very last second. When you confronted her, she was surprised that you could see her. She explained details of why she was doing all this after you persuaded and threatened her. Your little meeting was interrupted by a black-haired, green-eyed Arrancar with pale white skin and a frown on his handsome features. You looked into his eyes and collapsed to the ground, darkness around you.

And you woke up in Hueco Mundo. You haven't quite figured out why; you can't do anything similiar to Ichigo, and definitely not Orihime. You've been here at least a couple of days, if not more. You lost track after you woke up. In a weird sequence of events you were given new clothes, since you were still wearing your nurse outfit. At first you refused to wear it, but you were given an ultimatum: either you do it yourself or someone will come and force you. So, you had no choice. You put on the baggy white pants with hip slits, revealing your peachy skin. The sleeveless top is rather revealing of your back, but still tightly keeps the front in check.

You sit next to Ulquiorra since Aizen is talking to Orihime at the moment. You hope she's okay, she's been your friend for the longest time and to see her in pain would shatter your heart. You look at Ulqiuorra closely and your forest green eyes fall upon what's left of his Hollow mask. You touch it lightly before he grabs your hand in a powerful grip, almost crushing your bones. You whine and try to pull it away, then use the other hand to try and poke him in the side, but he grabs that as well. You whine again and struggle against his grasp, watching him stand up. Since you're shorter than him, he lifts you up to his level. You struggle again, your shoulder joints hurting from the stretch.

You: Let go, you green-eyed freak. It hurts!

He lets go and you drop to the ground like a log, not really being attentive of things going around you. Ulquiorra crouches down to your level and pulls your face close to his, by pulling on your chin. A blush appears on your cheeks, swallowing something rather large.

Ulquiorra: Keep quiet, woman.
You: But I'm bored...
Ulquiorra: If I kill you, will you be less bored?
You: Dead people have the most boring lives ever...I mean, just look at you.
Ulquiorra: You wouldn't turn into what I am...for you are only trash.
You: Yeah, well...at least I'm clean trash...I don't smell like Aizen and his plan.

He lets go of your chin and you suddenly end up sliding across the room, hitting the wall behind you hard, your head smacking after it, like an echo. You whine and groan, standing up and shaking your already dizzy vision. You see Ulquiorra walking towards you and when he's a foot away, you use a nifty trick Rukia and Ichigo taught you once: Flash Step or Shunpo. A human wouldn't be able to do it, but you have this magical power of copying other people's abilities. Ulquiorra stares at you with slightly intrigued eyes and you stop at the door, your hand on the handle. You don't have the heart to leave Orihime, but if you do you might have a chance to get help and lead them here.

A hand wraps around your waist and you yelp, your world turning upside down as you're hoisted over the black-haired Arrancar's shoulder. You groan as his bony shoulder presses into your already empty, underfed stomach. It makes you feel almost sick. As you rock against his firm body, watching the empty hallways repeating and repeating themselves, you grow tired. Your eyes sleepily fall down, your body growing relaxed. Ulquiorra feels that and moves his gaze only slightly to the side, then back to the path in front of him.

You wake up suddenly with a painful headache as you're dropped to the ground unceremoniously. You groan and sit up, looking at the man before you, his vibrant green eyes glowing through the dimly lit room. You look around and rub your eyes, seeing a comfy looking bed and a tall lamp, but nothing else. You blink, then look bewildered at Ulquiorra who's already on his way out.

You: Wait...what is this? Where am I?
Ulquiorra: Your new room...get used to it.

Your mouth gapes open as he closes the door and locks it behind him, leaving you to fend for yourself. You whimper out that you're afraid of the dark and pound on the door, screaming for him to turn on more lights. After a while, you realize he didn't hear you, or probably ignoring you, so you lean back on the door, watching the dancing shadows from the side. You gulp and make a runner for the lamp, lowering it down a peg or two, then sitting underneath it. You've always been afraid of the dark, always had a constant fear that someone's always near. A phobia that someone always there. Ichigo or Orihime were always the ones to save you from your fate, but now it seem neither of them will be coming.

You pull your legs to your chin and sigh, hiding your face in your shivering skin. You know the light won't last long, the bulb is going to die soon. You can hear it flickering. You fall asleep out of sheer exhaustion and a few moments later, the bulb is extinguished.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

You wake up and see nothing in front, fear running through your body like adrenaline. A shrill scream leaves your lips when you feel something brushing up against your bare leg. You run to where you think the door is, still disoriented from the previous sleep. Tears cascade from your green orbs of fear, but luckily a bright light shines through it, frightening the beasts away. You fall into your saviour's arms, crying and hugging the life, or death, out of them. Your mind is blank, only fear exists, the person does not return the embrace, but you just want to warmth to guide you back to life.

Strong hands grab your upper arm and pull you away with much difficulty, your frightful eyes staring into calm, uncaring ones. You would never have guessed Ulquiorra would be the one to answer your calls of despair. He grabs your chin and tips your head slightly back, your hand automatically falling on his chest. Your silver hair flows back, exposing your neck and face to his pleasure. He looks deep into your eyes, as if trying to read your mind.

You: G-Gomen-
Ulquiorra: Quiet, onna...
You: I have a name.
Ulquiorra: Not interested.
You: My name is Ootori Lisa...remember it.
Ulquiorra: And why would I do that?

He pushes you to the wall and you gasp, gathering air for your lungs. He approaches you and as you try to get away from him, he grabs one arm and pins it above your head. You try and push him away, but fail and his face lowers down to yours, foreheads touching. Your eyes go wide once he manages to pin your lips with his. When you don't respond in a few seconds, he breaks away and looks into your eyes.

You: Why...
Ulquiorra: I wanted to know what humans feel with that contact.
You: A-And?
Ulquiorra: I don't see anything special.

You press your lips against his again and smile, giving him a feeling he has never before experienced. You always could make your men moan.

2008-03-25T22:21:00.002+01:00

O religiji...

Religija sama po sebi je zanimiva zadeva in ima svoja filozofska stališča, ki so dobro utemeljena. Razne svetovne religije ti dopuščajo, da verjameš v njih, lahko pa tudi ne. Jaz nimam nič proti vernikom, zaradi mene lahko verjamejo v Boga, samo da me ne silijo v to. Delovanje same cerkve me je pa vedno motilo. Cerkev kot objekt, ki jo vodijo pohlepni ljudje je vedno obstajala in vedno bo. To se ne more spremeniti. Res pa je tudi, da vera oz. religija sama ni kriva za razne vojne in samomorilska dejanja, ampak so krivi ljudje, ki slepo verjamejo, kar jim drugi pravijo. Slepo verjamejo, da je Bog res na njihovi strani in da hoče, da greš pobiti par stotih množic ljudi.

Skozi celotno zgodovino se pojavljajo ljudje, ki so znali svojo karizmo uporabljati za razne oblike manipulacije. Osnovna ideja vere in religije je zelo v redu, idealna celo. Da nam nekakšno oporo vsakdanjim problemom, ki jih preživljamo. Ampak to je vse kar dela. Ne govori ljudem, da morajo slediti močnejšim osebnostim, ampak da naj bodo samosvoji. Naj imajo spoštovanje do drugih in do okolja okoli njih, ampak ne smejo se pustiti spremeniti za voljo enega samega človeka, ki zna dobro izkoriščati svojo sposobnost govora.

Jaz temu pravim podzavestno siljenje človeka k nečemu, ki nikoli ni verjel. Ne razumem zakaj ljudje ne vzamejo svoje biblije v roke in jo začnejo prebirati. Zakaj verjamejo tujcem, ki jim zaupajo? No, lahko da res berejo, ne bom nič rekla, ampak namesto, da bi razmišljali z lastno glavo, se pustijo manipulirati. Rečejo si: »Aha, ta je pa tako mislil...ampak jaz temu ne bom verjel/-a, bom rajši poslušala kaj bo župnik povedal.« Župniki so pa sploh sami svoj razred. Ljudje smo kot ovce, ki sledimo volkom preoblečeni v ovce.

2008-02-11T22:03:00.000+01:00

Sanje

Sanje so nekaj nadnaravnega, nekaj neznanega, kar beži vsakršnim razlagam znanstvenikov, filozofov, psihologov in sociologov. Vsak človek ima svojo razlago kaj so sanje in kako nastajajo, kaj jih povzroča in tako naprej. Človek se je od najbolj ranih dni svojega zavestnega bivanja zanimal za sanje. Vemo, da obstajajo, vsi jih poznamo, vsi jih imamo, ampak nihče ne more videti sanj drugega človeka. Videti je, kot da bi se naše vezi z realnostjo nenadoma pretrgale, mi pa vstopimo v svet, kjer ni ne določenega časa (ura, dan), ne določenega prostora (kraj): lahko se znajdemo v preteklosti, v prihodnosti, lahko je preprosta sedanjost z nekega drugega vidika. Lahko vstopimo skozi vrata naše sobe in se nenadoma znajdemo na drugem koncu mesta ali države, tudi sveta. Če smo pred spanjem ali kadar koli prej brali ali gledali neko pravljico, fantazijo, se lahko zgodi, da mi to tudi na koncu sanjamo (reproduktivne sanje). Zvezo med pravljicami in sanjami so ugotovili že številni znanstveniki. Oboji imajo svoj način razumevanja pojmov in transformacij, ne menijo se za navadno, »realno« logiko, oboji omogočajo vpogled v delovanje podzavesti s svojimi simboli in načinom izražanja. Oboji imajo neko svojo »subjektivno resničnost«.

2008-01-06T15:55:00.000+01:00

You float around in a glass tube filled with a strange green water-like liquid, naked and attached to wires. You have a mask over your mouth, oxygen being delivered to your lungs so you can breathe. You are a sentient being with a conscience and mind. Your white hair flows around you, hovering over your orchid colored eyes as they shine in the light. Every day since your creation you have been hearing their conversations and arguments and so on and so on. Your creator, Sosuke Aizen has been telling you stories, and you listen carefully. Sometimes they lull you to sleep, sometimes they make you smile. There have been rare occasions when you've cried, but no one can see your tears. You don't know your name, nor do you know how you came to be in this world.

As you're located in a large room next to his throne, you see a lot of other Arrancar as he seems to call them. They're all dressed in the same style and colors, but on some a strange hole is visible. You don't know why it's there or how, but from what Aizen told you, the hole and parts of their skull heads are the only remnants of when they were Hollows. They are corrupt spirits with supernatural powers that devour the souls of both living and deceased humans. Horrible creatures in your opinion.

Believe it or not, you've fallen in love with one of them. I mean, you are an artificial human, but you're still a female with emotions. The love of your life is Ulquiorra - a male Arrancar with a melancholic appearance, green eyes with slit pupils. He has cyan lines descending from his eyes, making it appear as if he is crying, and is almost always frowning. He looks at you whenever Aizen isn't and sometimes talks to you, but his words don't make you smile, they make you weep for he utters none other than harshness. Your ears pin down whenever he begins speaking and you turn away, closing your eyes, your tail wrapping around your leg.

One day, Aizen tells you that it is time for you to come to their world. He touches something beside your tube and the water level begins dropping. You panic, frantically pounding on the door to make him stop. He ignores you and a panel opens where you were hitting, the water splashing out. You lie on the panel, gasping and coughing for air. You start trembling from the coldness and a soft cover is presented over you, warming you. You're pulled in a sitting position and hugged by strong arms. Your orchid colored eyes gaze into the brown one's of Aizen...

Aizen: Welcome to our world, Kokuei.

You look at him and tilt your head, your ears moving in a cute fashion as you watch him intently. He picks you up bridal style since your legs are unable to sustain your wait at the moment. However, things begin to process in your mind as you watch his knees bend, his muscles working etc. He opens the door to a plain room containing a vanity table with a mirror and a comfortable bed. To you, it is quite beautiful as you've never seen anything else than the large room and the throne.
He puts you down and you touch the soft fabric of the sheet beneath you, seeing him leave the room at the last second. You prop yourself on your knees strangely and look around, taking in every detail. He comes back, carrying something brown and white. He puts it down next to you and you smile, your ears moving again...

Aizen: These are your clothes...put them on.

You smile again as he leaves you alone and closes the door behind you. You blink at the clothes and wonder what to do with them. You pick up the black women shorts and bra, trying to find out where they go. After a while of just looking at them, you find out just what to do with them as you've seen a woman working with Aizen wear the same thing. How you saw them is very simple: she was wearing such a skimpy and revealing outfit you almost mistook her for one of those women who entertain men for a price. You put the rest of your clothes on, which are brownish black hakama, a white shirt with an upturned collar and a brownish black coat with two long coat-tails on the back with upturned sleeves, revealing a white interior. You look at yourself in the mirror and smile, your ears moving in happiness again.
You open the door and stumble forward, towards Aizen and a couple of Arrancar situated there: Ulquiorra, Grimmjow, Yammy and Aizen, the others seated all over the hall. The letter smile and puts a hand on your head, making you smile...

Aizen: You already know all present, but they do not know you. Introduce yourself.

You look up at him and blink, but his smile makes you confident, so you step forward and lick your lips, parting them to try and get a sound out. All that comes out is a slight cough and gasp, but you swallow hard and utter your name on your second try...

You: Kok...uei...«
Aizen: Good girl, you learn fast.
Yammy: What do you mean, Aizen-sama?
Aizen: Her vocal cords were underdeveloped for speech when she was still in stasis. They have adapted very fast to this world. She has been bred to defeat my entire Arrancar army. She's faster, stronger, more agile...better.

He gives you a sword and you smile, putting it in a sheathe on your back. You smile again, your ears tweaking in happiness...

Aizen: She is a Homunculus, created from your Hollow forms through alchemy. Ulquiorra, I trust you to test her well and observe Kurosaki Ichigo in the meanwhile.

You shake your head, trying to tell him you don't want to be with the one that calls you trash all the time...

Grimmjow: Looks like she hates you...the feeling's mutual, I'm sure.

You smile as you look at him and he returns it with a maniacal grin of his own. Ulquiorra sighs, but obeys Aizen as both of you disappear through the portal.

Your eyes go wide in awe and your lips part in shock when you see all the beauty surrounding you. You run a bit forward and fall to your knees since you don't know how to run, but you don't mind. You smile and pick up some beautiful looking flowers, hearing Ulquiorra sighing. You look at him with innocent eyes and he stares back, walking towards you. He pulls you up by the arm and you wince, pushing yourself away from him. You rub your arm and he glares at you, coldness numbing you as he advances...

Ulquiorra: Let's go...Kokuei.

You blink as he begins walking away. You never expected him to say your name, let alone so gently and kindly, it makes you smile a bit. You groggily run to his level as you both walk through the forest. The walk proceeds in silence, except your breathing and whimpers as you constantly fall to the ground or get scared of the scurrying animals. He ignores you all the way, until you almost roll down the hill you reach when the forest ends. He grabs the back of your collar and you cough as he almost chokes you with it and fall to your behind...

Ulquiorra: I don't see how you can be better than me, you can barely walk. What was Aizen-sama thinking...you're nothing but trash, Kokuei...and you're disposable.

You turn your head away and close your eyes. When they open, they shine brightly for a mere second and you hoist your legs up, kicking him to the ground by hitting his feet. He's not clumsy nor weak, he was surprised your powers rose up into the air like that and in one swift moment, you had him pinned to the ground. It's unbelievable, he didn't even see your movements, they were so fast. He tries to block your attacks, but nothing works and he's bruised severely when he hits a tree. You stumble to your feet, your once innocent eyes filled with pain and sadness. Ulquiorra gets up and walks to you, his face blank as always. He touches your shoulder and you look at his hand, then back at him, almost smiling, when a powerful blast throws you back and pain wrecks your body. You roll down the hill and finally stop when you hit the side wall of a house. Your shoulder blade cracks and you barely manage to stand up, your vision blurry as your head begins bleeding. You sigh and lean against the wall, your shoulder healed, yet your hair is colored deep red from your blood. You touch it and awe at the beautiful redness of it, only to realize that to have so much blood just on your fingers isn't a good thing...

Ulquiorra: Your emotions get the better of you.
You: At least I have them...

Your eyes shine again and you unsheathe your sword, attacking him in one swift move, barely giving him time to dodge...

Voice: What's going on here!?

You look back at the source of the voice and see an orange haired kid, known as Ichigo, gazing into his eyes and at the same time blocking a cero blast with your sword. The other people surrounding him stare at you and you sense their Shinigami powers, so you back away, hiding behind Ulquiorra...

Ichigo: It's you! Where's the one armed freak?
Ulquiorra: Look who's talking.

You tilt your head as your tail wraps around your leg and you clutch his coat. You see a guy with red hair and tattoos all over his body, so you remember Aizen telling you about a guy named Abarai Renji, his narrowed eyes on you. There's also a short girl with black hair and blue eyes, known as Kuchiki Rukia, staring at Ulquiorra...

Rukia: Arrancar...
Ichigo: Where's the remnant of her mask then?
You: I...I'm not...Arrancar...

You look at the ground and begin shaking tremendously, Ulquiorra still looking at them, until he opens a portal and steps inside...

Ulquiorra: You're nothing but trash...it was a mistake letting you out.

You hit the ground, breathing heavily as blood pours out of your head wound. When he disappears, your eyes shine again and your wound closes up, but your harsh breathing remains. A woman with big boobs and orange hair, known as Matsumoto Rangiku, comes walking towards you and helps you sit up, tears falling down your cheeks...

Rangiku: Don't cry...what's your name?
You: Aizen-sama named me Kokuei...
Boy: Aizen!?

You see a cute little boy with cyan green eyes and white hair sticking all over the place, looking sternly at you, but you only smile faintly...

Rangiku: What do you mean he named you?
You: He created me...I'm a Homunculus of the Hollow remnants of his Espada members.
Ichigo: Hollow remnants...Homunculus?
Rukia: A Homunculus is an artificial human being with no soul created by alchemy. When a person unsuccessfully tries to bring back someone from the dead, a Homunculus is born.
You: Just because I have no soul doesn't mean I have no feelings...

You push away from her and get up, realigning your shoulder back to its original place with a sickening crack...

Rukia: Why don't you stay here with Ichigo and me?

You raise your eyebrows and the orange haired kid explodes with anger, which makes you giggle cutely and move your ears...

You: You are...Kurosaki Ichigo, ne?

He looks at you and you smile, your ears moving again...

You: I should be heading back now...maybe we can see each other again. It's always great to meet funny people.

You smile again and open up a portal, then step in, disappearing to your dark world again.

You step out of the portal and stumble out. Thankfully, no one's there so you make your way to your room. You sigh and wonder if you should tell Aizen what happened...

Aizen: Kokuei.

You snap your head behind you and look at him, your ears moving in happiness even if your face isn't showing...

Aizen: Are you alright?
You: I'm...fine...Aizen-sama...

He puts a hand on your head and you smile up at him...

Aizen: Did you get along with Ulquiorra?
You: Um..y-yes...he's very...n-nice.

You smile cutely and he walks away, while you just lean on the wall, sliding into your room sluggishly. You close the door and lie on the bed on your stomach, staring at nothing in particular.
You wake up some time later, a presence very near your own. You rub your eyes and roll onto the side, suddenly bumping into something. You look up and see Ulquiorra's stern eyes looking at you. You squeak in surprise and aim to move away, but before you even blink, he has you pinned under his body; his limbs on either side of your body. He leans closer until he stops by your ear, his breath tickling your skin...

Ulquiorra: Why didn't you tell Aizen of our fight?
You: I...I didn't want...you to get hurt...
Ulquiorra: Why?
You: Because...I...I don't want to be...trash...in your...eyes.

You look at him and he blinks, staring into your innocent violet orbs. His lips inch closer to you, closer and closer until they touch. Your eyes are wide as you seem to go numb with warmth and a butterflies going from your stomach to all over your body. When you finally break apart, his usual frown has lightened up a bit, making you smile widely and move your ears, wrapping the tail around his leg.

2007-12-24T19:35:00.000+01:00

The Christmas Elf Massacre

Buy me a beer if you want the story told
Of why I moved down South from the frost and cold.
Why I'm knee deep in therapy, liquor, and pills.
Why I've given up charity in lieu of cheap thrills.

Why I loathe mistletoe, fruitcake and bells --
And why I'll celebrate Xmas when it freezes in hell.
You'll never see this elf make angels in snow.
Hey thanks for the booze – so I guess here it goes:

"Twas the night after Christmas in the North Pole
No creatures were stirring, not one lousy soul.
Santa's house appeared eerily silent
But inside the fat man was hungry, was violent.

This workshop of toys for kids of all ages
Was filled with elves quaking in cages.
Who woke up from their long winter's naps
To find themselves snared in a devious trap.

Hours before I had been binging on nog
Passed out under the bed, I spied the whole saga.
I saw all my brothers rounded up in cages.
Sleepy victims of wicked midnight rampages.

Then what to my horrified eyes should appear
But a wild-eyed Santa pinching an elf by the ear.
Each little sprite shook in their tights and boots.
That this monster was Santa, no one could refute.

His size and his beard gave him away as St. Nick
His fangs and his scales made me quite sick
Blood seemed to stain his white fluffy trim
He was hunched, drooling, and disgustingly slim.

"Come little helper! Climb into my maw!"
He laughed, then casually ate the elf raw.
He greedily sucked the imp's hide off the bone
I was awed! I was scared! I was truly alone!

Dainty elf paws clutched bars and cried
Drunk on denial; confounded by why.
(He lost his count during his murderous spree
Thought he'd rounded up most, but forgot about me!)

His hunger was wracking his hunched-over frame
With a crippling appetite that didn't know shame.
"Don't eat us! We love you! Look at our faces!"
The doomed little elves made their sad cases

But Santa ignored them with a swipe of his fist
Pulled out some parchment and started a list:
"Silence, you nuggets – I'm trying to think
Who to char-broil, who to blend into drink.

Who to dice, fillet, bake or pan fry
Who to boil in soup, who to stuff in a pie"
These taunts seemed so strange to come from a man
Who held the dreams of children in his hands

Teeth full of gristle, he then sadly revealed
To his captive chorus of angel-faced veal,
That humans are greedy, petty, drunk on their vices.
And each Yuletide revel exacts gruesome prices

These prices are paid by the magical gnomes
Who hammer the toys that clutter up homes.
The payment's a life – one for each holiday sin.
Delivered by Santa, after his joyful break-ins.

Perhaps he was cursed by the Easter Bunny
Or an April Fool's jester who thought it'd be funny.
The Great Pumpkin, Jack Frost or just maybe –
That jealous and bratty New Years Eve baby.

Maybe it was a clue, how well we were fed
On cookies, cakes, lard balls and bread.
But our nature's to love, not to distrust.
So we hugged the fat Claus and finished each crust.

Ignorant to what would soon transpire
We'd collapse in heaps by the crackling fire.
Expecting the old man to come flying back
And start making next years toys for his sack.

But how does he have enough sprites for his belly?
The final act of sorrow starts as fatal elf jelly.
That ferments inside his wife until it's a broth
Filled with thimble-sized elves that surge forth like froth.

And these newborn elves, spawned pure from her womb.
Don't understand: their workshop is really a tomb
Their dimples are gumdrops, they sneeze pixie dust.
Santa doesn't hate them – he's cursed with a lust.

Elves are packed with vitamins A, C, and E
We're awfully juicy, tart yet also fruity,
We go well with gravy and mayonnaise and toast
But casserole is how Santa likes us the most.

Barbecued, fricasseed, or flambéed
Sunny-side up, shish-ka-bobbed or flayed.
Prepared anyway, our flesh is quite delicious
And it's not like toy-happy children will miss us.

Goodbye Carl, Zud, Sprinkles and Jan!
Blossom, Hortense, Cobweb, and Stan!
Julie, Miss Knickers, Fidget, and Ralph.
I’m sorry you're dead, you wonderful elf.

A mouthed greased with fat, Santa then hibernated.
As Mrs. Claus squatted and grossly gestated
And all that is left of my cherubic siblings.
Was a pile of bells, curly-toed boots – mostly elf things

So much for good cheer! But don't shed a tear:
This gruesome cycle has happened for hundreds of years.
And as the first to survive Father's murderous rout
In a month I stopped hiding and got the hell out."

Now I spend my days soaking under a sun like a yolk
(Yeah, I wish I'd have saved all or some of my folk)
I now have a tan where the rum's in supply.
Sewing up flags for Captain Fourth of July.

2007-12-16T13:01:00.000+01:00

As you round the corner the moonlight shines upon a beautiful and quiet garden with walls and trellises covered in night-blooming giant moon flowers and allamanda vines. They have a delicate, heavenly scent that's at its best at night.

If you wait until morning to sniff, most of the scent will be gone.

The entire garden is filled with tender night bloomers that begin to unfold at dusk, as the light is chased away by the shadows of the night, and come into the perfect beauty of full-bloom only at midnight. The combined exquisite fragrance, which attracts bats and other night roaming creatures, also lends a mellow, peaceful mood to the garden around you.

In the center of the Moon Garden is a marble gazing pond with bright gold fish and the night blooming water lily, that has large flowers in shades from white to red. The pond is surrounded by white varieties of iris and lilies that catch the glow from the moon, along with white tulips, may weed and Japanese silver grass.

There is also an ornate stone bench facing a bed of beautiful black roses and the small white stars of jasmine. The roses have the most unforgettable deep rich scent, sweet and spicy at the same time. Amongst the roses stands a pedestal carved from the finest alabaster. Its pure white color seems to glow in the moonlight. On top sits an urn with an inscription that reads:

"To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."

2007-07-26T02:37:00.000+02:00

You stand at the very edge of the cliff, your eyes prickling and tears trickling down your moist cheeks. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you can hear a melancholy melody playing. A sort of prelude to your sudden choice. You stare at the black abyss before you, its darkness consuming your mind, your ability to move. Outstretching your arms by the side of your body you close your eyes, letting tears slip into the blackness below you. There was no one in the world, no one to love you, no one to understand what you were feeling. Your heart is hollow ... painful ... disdainful. Voices can be heard in the distance, voices calling out your name, pleading for your never to come answer. Taking a deep breath, you let your eyes gaze upon the setting sun and the vivid colors of red and orange swirling through the sky, bidding farewell to the world. A small smile plays on your lips as the wind passes you by, your hair moving in the light breeze welcoming you. You lean forward and let the wind engulf you, carrying you swiftly to the end of the world ... end of the universe ... end of life.

There's nothing more now, only solitude and regret. The choices we make shape our character, the situations we're bestowed upon. There are no right or wrong choices, but there is always a price to pay no matter what we choose.

2007-07-08T20:01:00.002+02:00

Always with me


Somewhere, a voice calls, in the depths of my heart
May I always be dreaming, the dreams that move my heart

So many tears of sadness, uncountable through and through
I know on the other side of them I'll find you

Every time we fall down to the ground we look up to the blue sky above
We wake to it's blueness, as for the first time

Though the road is long and lonely and the end far away, out of sight
I can with these two arms embrace the light

As I bid farewell my heart stops, in tenderness I feel
My silent empty body begins to listen to what is real

The wonder of living, the wonder of dying
The wind, town, and flowers, we all dance one unity

Somewhere a voice calls in the depths of my heart
keep dreaming your dreams, don't ever let them part

Why speak of all your sadness or of life's painful woes
Instead let the same lips sing a gentle song for you

The whispering voice, we never want to forget,
in each passing memory always there to guide you

When a miror has been broken, shattered pieces scattered on the ground
Glimpses of new life, reflected all around

Window of beginning, stillness, new light of the dawn
Let my silent, empty body be filled and reborn

No need to search outside, nor sail across the sea
Cause here shining inside me, it's right here inside me

I've found a brightness, it's always with me

2007-06-28T00:32:00.000+02:00

Is This My Night of a Thousand Terrors?

I sit peering into blackness,
outside the flicker of the dying fire.
I can hear my panting and feel my movement.

My eyes begin to close,
The tongues of fire licking my fallen tears.
The ominous blackness closes in on me,
The moon is calling as the ocean whispers my name.

I lie there, my body slowly growing cold.
Is it wrong to stop fighting?
Is it wrong to just let go?
They will not leave without me tonight.

Hearing the calling of the moon over and over again,
I may now rest my head with ease
As my soul dances to the moon and the ocean's soft whispers.

2007-06-13T13:10:00.002+02:00

In memory of ...

Miss you more and more,
With every moment, every day ...
I wish you could return to me,
I wish you hadn't gone away.

It's hard to be without you,
I'm lonely and I'm sad;
I can't stop thinking of you
And the good times that we had.

If I could change just one thing,
I sure wish you could have stayed
Another day, another week ...
Because with you I had it made.
... And I miss you so much ...

2007-05-30T22:22:00.000+02:00

Loneliness, silence, sadness ... all this accompanies a person when on his own. Sometimes, it can be their greatest ally, many times a friend, but in the end ... their foulest enemy. Nothing truly matters, darkness engulfs us in its embrace. Usually, man fears the darkness, its contents and inhabitants, and so he scrapes the edges with fire ... the only way he knows to protect himself.

Time has no divisions to mark its passage, there is never a thunder storm or blare of trumpets to announce the beginning of a new month or year. Even when a century begins it is only we mortals who ring the bells and notice the forces of darkness invading our hearts. But in the winds of change, we must all keep the fire within, for that is the only way to fight.

Flowers growing everywhere ... no matter the season. Fall stands there, overlooking everything is going according to plans. Far on the snowy tops of the hills and mountains, Winter stands and watches the skies up above. The clouds greet her, making her smile and let loose the snow in her palms. Across the continents and the deep blue sea, Dawn awaits her final hour when she would rise and watch over the world. Deep below, in the hearts of the people around, is Fire ... keeping their hearts warm from cold and Darkness.

There, they are free ... but without a purpose for living, freedom is meaningless. If we want freedom, we must survive in the most unlikely way, living our lives to the fullest. But they say that if we want peace, we cannot have freedom, for both is impossible. Nevertheless, we try and we will always try, until the sand of time passes us through ...

Who do you suppose decided that the birds are free? Even if they can fly the skies unless they have a destination and a branch upon which to perch and rest their wings they might even come to resent having those wings. True freedom ... true freedom may be having somewhere to return to. Do we have that? Do we truly have somewhere to call home, where we can feel warm, cozy and most of all, loved?

All this peace and solitude is about to end, as Darkness sweeps across the land, killing the flowers, the hearts of men grow dark and clouds turn evil. Fall is trapped, Fire extinguished, Dawn dead and Winter alone.

It has come ...

In the end, eyes open and emotions close ...

Forever standing alone ... in the Darkness ...

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2007-03-10T21:53:00.000+01:00

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2007-02-09T21:06:00.000+01:00

Naruto: Shippūden

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W00t!! To je enostavno prečudovito!! Naslednji teden, v četrtek 15. februarja, bo po televiziji po svetu predvajana nova "sezona" anime-ja Naruto in imenovala se bo Naruto: Shippūden (Hurricane Chronicles). Dogaja se pa dve leti in pol po zdajšnjih delih. Zadnji del se da dobiti na svojem oddelku na Saiyanisland.com. Waaaa, prekrasno :D
Da na čisto kratko povzamem, kaj se v bistvu dogaja v tem anime-ju. Je zelo kul anime, ki ga je ustvaril Kishimoto Masashi (priimek najprej, ime potem-kot se spodobi za Japonce). Zgodba se odvija v vasi (in naokoli) imenovana "Hidden Leaf Village" (ne bi rada prevajala), in je osredotočena na nagajivega 12-letnika po imenu Uzumaki Naruto (priimek najprej, ime potem). Naruto ima zelo visoke cilje postavljene v življenju. Njegove sanje so, da postane ninja številka ena v svoji vasi, Hokage (Ho-ogenj, kage-senca)-voditelj vasi, da ga bodo ljudje spoštovali.
Za Naruta je to zelo težka in strašna naloga, saj v sebi nosi zlobnega lisičjega demona (Fox demon - Kyuubi). Ta demon je nekoč teroriziral to-isto vas in pobil veliko ljudi preden je četrtemu voditelju (4th Hokage) uspelo zapečatiti ga v trebušček novorojenčka, na žalost je bil to ravno Naruto.
Večina odraslih v vasi ne mara Naruta zaradi tega demona. Imajo občutek, da je sam Naruto ta demon in niti ne priznajo njegove prisotnosti (preprosto ga ignorirajo). Kot posledica, je Hokage postavil pravilo, da noben drug otrok ne sme vedeti kaj v resnici ždi v Narutu. Bal se je, da ga bodo tudi otroci zasovražili (se strinjam, bi ga res!!).
Obnašanje večina staršev se ni spremenilo in jim je celo nekako uspelo narediti, da je drugih otrok strah tega dečka. Naruto se je seveda opogumil, kljub temu, da ni imel nobenega prijatelja, in se odločil, da bo pridobil zaupanje in spoštovanje ostalih prebivalcev. Skozi samo odločnost je pokazal svojemu učitelju iz akademije, Umino Iruka (priimek najprej bla bla bla), da je vreden naziva ninja (namreč vsi otroci preden dobijo naziv "ninja" morajo opraviti test). Postane, kar se imenuje, Genin (nivo, na katerem vsi začnejo) in skupaj s svojima sošolcema, Haruno Sakura in Uchiha Sasuke, dodeljen močnejšemu in bolj izurjenemu učitelju po imenu Hatake Kakashi (upam, da je vsem jasno, da je priimek najprej in ime potem!!)
Skupaj premagajo veliko zaprek in težav, ampak njihov cilj je jasen ... da so najboljši v vasi.

No, na kratko sem se potrudila povedati o čem se gre. Zdajšnji anime obsega 220 delov, danes je izšel še zadnji del "Setting out", seveda v japonščini. V angleščini ne vem kje bi se dalo dobiti, definitivno pa lahko poskusite na Youtube. Novi deli, ki se bodo začeli naslednji teden bodo pa nadaljevali tam, kjer se je končalo, samo 2 leti in pol kasneje. Po vsej verjetnosti bodo šli po istem kopitu kot manga, ki je že v 341. delu. Starejši Naruto in Sakura dobita novega člana ekipe (Sasuke se je pridružil slabi strani) in seveda tudi novega učitelja (Kakashi ne more, ker nima časa). Lahko tudi manga prebirate, je tudi na saiyanisland.com. Tam se skoraj vse da dobiti o Naruto in tudi o Bleach (še en drugi anime). Jaz spremljam ta anime že nekaj časa, s tem, da sem pogledala vse dele, od št. 1 do št. 220 in moram reči, da je prav super. Vsebuje akcijo, dramo, fantazijo, komedijo in Shōnen (naziv uporabljen za anime in manga, ki je pretirano namenjen moški polovici prebivalcev, ampak lahko tudi ugaja ženskam, kot npr. Mobile Suit Gundam, DragonBall, Digimon, One Piece in Bleach).
Hotela sem samo povedati, da NASLEDNJI TEDEN SE ZAČNEJO NOVI DELI!!! Wiiiiii, upam, da so kolikor toliko luškano narisani v anime-ju, kot v manga ... do zdaj so bili xD
Naruto ni sam pri meni priljubljen, veliko ljudi (večina mlajših od mene) piše razne izmišljene zgodbe o njem in njegovih dodgodivščinah, zraven uporabijo še svoj lik, in objavijo na Quizilli. Jaz osebno nimam nobene take zgodbe na svojem računu, ampak to ne pomeni da jih ne pišem *big grin*

2006-12-28T23:30:00.002+01:00

"No time to talk - have a lot to do!"

Nowadays it is very hard to get someone to listen to your problems and try to help you, even your friends, or people who say are your friends, do not have time ... it is because people do not have enough time.

Between work, school, family and everything else we have to do we have been trying everything to ease our life to get more free time. In a way, we have achieved just that, however, we have also gained the complete opposite - less time.
In the old days people talked amongst themselves; bragging, gossiping and the like was all a form of entertainment and a way to spread information, but now, we do not need this. After all, now we have television, radio, and other means of enjoying our free time. No more "hanging out" with friends, no more "normal" talk as we call it. We use mobile phones and computers which makes everything impersonal. The point of talking with your friend is to find out how they truly feel about certain things, what their facial expressions are like and how they react to something. You cannot get anything of that through media sources.
People have become preoccupied with their work, which is also one of the reasons why they do not take the time to really meet someone and talk to them. Even married couples do not communicate enough - the proof for that is the growing number of divorces. The consequence of that is that there are more and more lonely people. Everyday you can see people putting up adds, searching for their partners and even friends.

The world as we know it is gradually changing and the people that we once knew are changing with the tide. We are becoming more lonely by the day and even though a person might think it is a good thing (some people want to be alone) in time they will find out it is not good at all. A friend, family member or even an acquaintance can sometime be a shining light in the dark sky. Perhaps one day, we will find a solution to this ... until then, ja ne!!

Written by: DogSoldier

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2006-12-24T10:54:00.000+01:00

This is a cute animation ^.^

Made by: m703324

His/Her message: A little stop motion animation I made for the company I work for. In a way It's a little present from me and from our company to our clients.
It's all honest stop-motion, frame by frame drawn. Using a digital photocamera, real blackboard (that hangs in our office) and chalk. It was then imported to premiere - stretched and exported.
People that you can see in some frames are my coworkers. Ow and in the beginning that's me.
Music is written and played by my friend Ago Visak. The tune he wrote for me for my birthday.
I directed, drew the frames and put the thing together.

Enjoy

2006-12-19T13:21:00.001+01:00

Kiwi!!

It's such a cute animation...yet very sad. I want to know how to do this as well T.T!!!

Animation by: Madyeti47
Music by: Tim Cassell
Clouds by: David Chontos

His/Her message: My Master's Thesis Animation, which I completed while I was at The School of Visual Arts, MFA Computer Art, in New York City. Created using Maya, After Effects, and rigged using The Setup Machine by Anzovin studios. If you would like to download there is a small version at my website: www.donysanimation.com

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2006-12-08T23:56:00.001+01:00

Globetrotting or TV?

Television is today's main source of entertainment such as sports, movies, documentaries about fungi and the like. Many times you can see camera footage about countries far away from Slovenia, like Africa, Russia, China and England. However can real travelling really be compared to virtual travelling with the help of a TV screen? Is the latter experience real enough?

I would have to say "no, the experience is not real", it only makes the desire to travel to those places stronger. For example; I have seen films and documentaries about Scotland many times and I was awed by its beauty. My dream was to visit it and it came true in September 2005. Even the people are different from those shown on TV. There, they have to be nice and speak of things they are payed for. The reality is quite different. The advantages of real travelling are, I would have to say, the experience, the wonders that you see, learning new things and foreign languages, eating food you have never even known it existed. You cannot do that through a television screen, it all seems so fake if someone tells you how it tastes, feels, looks. And yes, you do need a lot of finances, but it is all worth while.

On the other hand, there are many disadvantages to travelling. If you are lucky, you do not get robbed or hurt, maybe just lost on your way to your final destination. There is a lot of stress if you are with other people and even though they are your friends, after a while, you cannot stand them any longer. Nevertheless, it makes the whole trip a lot more fun. You also manage to spend all your savings, which leaves you penniless when you come back home. When I look at all the things that can go worng: natural disasters, time limitation, lots and lots of walking, diseases etc. I have to agree that TV is a better choice, although it shows life from a different point of view.

To sum it up, I still have to agree that real life experience is always the best and that we should all (if not now) try to travel abroad some day, meet new cultures and eat food that looks absolutely dreadful. It enables you to form your own opinion, which is crucial.

Writen by: DogSoldier
Corrected by: T.N., my English language professor

Picture by: MMP

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2006-12-02T23:30:00.001+01:00

Howling in Sadness

Dark night all around.

No moon

Only stars in the sky.

A lonely wolf

Howling for the long lost dream

Of being free and wild.

He is yearning for what

Has been stolen by Man ...

His freedom.

He walks through the night

Searching for his dream.

Written by: Vanja Marolt

Transliterated by: DogSoldier

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