What Power is Compatible With You? [beautiful anime pictures + 12 detailed results]
~*~Result nr 3~*~ Your power is: The ability to fly
Explanation: This powers speaks pretty much for itself. Though you don't need wings for this power,you can fly anyway. Some people may consider it as telekinesis since they can also fly, but you can't make material things move like they can. This ability could be a relaxing activity when you want to get away from everyday troubles. Also it is good when sneaking upon an enemy since it makes no sound. When going over to the "dark side" the power could be used to harrass and break into building through windows etc. You are quite similar to this power since you like to have your head in the clouds. Supernatural things amuse while ordinary life does not. If your daydreaming has gotten a little too far you might be zooned out all the time, even when you are having a conversation. Your desires and/or goals tend to be unrealistic even if you know those would probably never happen. Travelling is something you would be interested in doing since seeing exotic scenery fits with your fantasies of escaping your plain life. You can also have some creative ability (writer, playing an instrumen etc) that interests you. Negative aspects: The whole reason you may be escaping life could be fear of being let down by it. So if that would come to happen, and an important dream had been crushed you could get depressed.
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Well, I'm going to Scotland on Saturday, and since the Library is closed tomorrow, I don't think I'll be able to post for another week or so. Lol.
Well, yesterday I auditioned for some commercial or other. Wish me luck on that. I used the oppertunity to have a look around the Botanic Gardens in Belfast, which are gorgeous. I got a book (well, a play) from this arcade which is linked to the train station: A Sreetcar Named Desire, which is brilliant.
I also got a good look at Queen's university, which is one of the most beautiful buildings I have ever seen. It's one of those really old ones that got sections added to it - done in a very good way, so that there isn't a complete clash of modern and old. The main building is one of those ones you can sort of imagine scholars traipsing through by candlelight, past the statue of Galileo in the foyer.
Damn that's cheesy. But it is a truly gorgeous building, much like the building for the Spires Centre which has a gothic feel about its exterior - its interior is a MALL.
There's this shop in Belfast called the Rusty Zip, which is bubbling and crackling with all this retro and vintage gear. There was a purple fez in there I wanted, but I didn't have a spare fiver on me. There were top hats too, but again I had no money. THEY HAD LEDERHOSEN! I haven't seen a shop ANYWHERE in this crummy country that stocks them. Lol. Well, if anyone is visiting Northern Ireland, visit that shop (it's in Botanic Avenue) because it's brilliant.
Lol.
Catherine Tate is in Doctor Who? There is no emoticon for what I am feeling.
Well I finished the Count of Monte Cristo - if you want to read this book, get the version that goes over 1000 pages long (I can't remember the name of the publisher) because the translator has done a seriously fine job. The language isn't archaic, but it isn't too modern so you lose the feel of the period. Sure, it's over 1000 pages long - but the chapters are really short because it was serialised in a French newspaper before collected into novel format. The ending blew me away. It's so removed from the version of the film I saw (you know, the Guy Pearce and Jim Cavalziel [spelling?] version). It's very, very good. I'm loathed to give it back. I'll have to find my own edition some time.
I was on my way here when out comes the dainty shadow of Kourosh, one of the people I know. He asks me, "Where are you going?" and I report that I'm heading the library, wearily under the overhead sun, in no mood to have my patience tried. "Why?" he has the audacity to ask. I know people have different tastes - but I cannot understand people who don't read. I don't look down on them or anything, but I just don't get how they can't like reading. I suppose it's just because I can't remember I time when I hadn't a book in my hands. Even when I was too little to read, I'd hold it upside down and have a damned good try. Lol. Well, each to their own.
5. WHAT ANIME ON MY LIST DO YOU AGREE WITH?(which one do you like... that I like)
6. GIVE ME A NICKNAME AND EXPLAIN WHY YOU PICKED IT.
7. DESCRIBE ME IN ONE WORD.
8. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST IMPRESSION OF ME?
9. DO YOU STILL THINK THAT WAY OF ME NOW?
10. AM I A GOOD FRIEND?
11. IF YOU COULD GIVE ME ANYTHING, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
12. HOW WELL DO YOU KNOW ME?
13. WHAT SONG ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?
14. EVER WANTED TO TELL ME SOMETHING BUT FELT AFRAID TO? (PM me please ^^)
15. DO YOU THINK IM NICE?
16. DO YOU THINK IM JUDGEMENTAL?
17. ARE YOU GOING TO PUT THIS ON YOUR SITE AND SEE WHAT I SAY ABOUT YOU? Comments (1) |
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For those interested: http://time-for-a-banana.bebo.com
Well, I'm reading a book, sort of by George Orwell. It's a collection of his essays, journalism and letters. In his will, he said that he didn't want any biographies written about him, so this is the closest anyone could get. It's far more interesting, in it's way, because you're not seeing the man through the eyes of anyone else; you're reading the text that he himself wrote and interpreting that yourself.
I'm also reading The Count of Monte Cristo. Actually, I'm coming towards the end, which is actually a shame because I really liked the characters.
What not to wear was on last night, and I go to wondering: why are these people creating a uniform for the masses? Who has the right to say that you are unhappy and ugly in what essentially makes you your own person, in the most mobile, most attention grabbing form of self expression that we have? Who has the right to strip away that self identity and rebuild you, moulding you to their tastes? Whatever happened to BREAKING that mould, people?
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I'm just going to rant. The British nationals in Lebenon and Israel are finally getting out, but it's taken the government much longer to do so than other countries. That's a little annoying, not least of all for those stuck in the countires which are rapidly spiralling towards war.
I'm also going to say, right now, that I have no further interest in how many people viewed my Bebo page. It got me down before, but now I'm just thinking...whatever, man. Comments (4) |
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Well yesterday I went to see my baby newphew. Well, actually he's my grandnephew. He's sooo cute, and he's got little black tufts of hair, and has a vaguely Winston Churchill look about him, which all babies have. Lol. I held him for a little while and he was a little heavy. Then he started whimpering, but I calmed him down. GO ME! Lol. Then my lil sis held him, but her arm was getting tired so she asked me to lift him. Dear God, I was scared to! I was afraid of hurting the child.
Ah well, all is well.
Going to Newcastle later today. I'm picking NEO up on the way!
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Hello, how's every little thing? Holy crap, my ex found me on Bebo - what the hell do I do? The funny thing is, I've been thinking about him a lot more than I did before...and now this. Premonition or what, my friends?
Well.
Anyway. I got the new Joanne Harris novel Gentlemen and Players. My sis got a pretend phone and she's using it to contact all sorts of high society (oh the Queen, I say). Lol. My sis is great, without actually realising it. Lol.
Does anyone read NEO? I can't remember if I asked before, but whatever. Lol. The thing is, in all the length and breadth of my town, I cannot find it. It exists nowhere. Lol. I know for a fact that it can be found in all my neighbouring towns, which I haven't the means to get to easily - gah. How annoying. Lol.
Bored
*This is something I wrote yesterday. It's a first draft - see how y'all like*
There was an oppresive air about the house; the timid breeze fled the moment I sighted the grounds. The woods never seemed as tight as that moment when I sighted the closed expression of the dark house, where sunlight did not venture. Never again have I seen such elegant, yet ugly, gardens. The place was more akin to a tomb that a mansion. Solmont gaped steadily at me as I made my way further. I found the template of an excellent lawn before me as I opened the gate - but it's shape was overrun by weeds and nameless creatures of the earth. Crawling dots stole away into the broken and dead trees. They were the only sign of life. I resolved at that moment that if they presented themselves as the only living things about the house, then I would drop to my knees and give thanks.
*Like I said, a first draft. I don't think it's very good. But comment.* Comments (6) |
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