So, have you ever gone to a last-minute concert on a Monday night? Don't worry, me neither.

Until last night, when, keeping on with a legendary tradition, I went with Maru to see Los Amigos Invisibles at the San Ignacio Mall. And hey, it was free, so what's not to love? ;)

So things started a bit slower than we expected, considering we were in the pit at 7pm and the show wouldn't start until 9pm, so we decided to get outta there and take a look around, so maybe we would find a different crowd -- one that wasn't composed of underage teenage boys trying to look pretty when smoking pot. Ugh.

We were told the Amigos' new CD was on sale at Esperanto, so we went straight for the store and lo and behold -- there was a meet and greet with the guys going on there. Obviously, being the geeky fangirl groupies we are, we bought our CDs and then made a beeline with the rest of the people to get our stuff signed.

Of course, we had to get through hordes of hormone-driven teenies among other evils, but we arrived, had a nice chat with the guys and specially tried not to be too pervy with Julio Briceño, who is not only pure sex on a stick, but a pure Venezuelan Papacito. Although I must admit Maru did a better job than me in that aspect, despite the fact she's more "ME WANNA!" about him than me.

So, allow me to show off my new preciousssss [click for big]:



::hugs CD::

I must also mention the guys' refreshment was Venezuela's pride and joy, Polar beer. So a nice time was had by all, by all means. ;)

After that, the place was packed. Packed! People couldn't fit anywhere anymore, so we had to find the most ridiculous spot to take a good look of the show. But God, how much fun we had, eh? I tell you, no other band can get away with opening their set with the Miss Venezuela pageant main theme and having the audience sing it with you but them. Amazing. The show was of course fantastic, even if the ending was a coitus interruptus because the mall's management saw that the gound was shaking by the people's jumping. Bastards. But hey, it was all good -- Maru and I even thought about getting matching t-shirts for our next Amigos Invisibles show, where we will proudly display our condition in funky, glittery design. We're recruiting designers as we speak. ;)

We also found Karina and her combo at the exit, so we had a great drive back home, laughing and chatting. An unexpectedly good Monday, I must admit. :)

Update: Here you have the only three pictures that worked in the whole film (what cruel destiny does not allow us to show off our pics hugging Julio Briceño naughtily?), and resized so you can't tell we don't know how to use a camera.

- The Geeky Fangirl Groupies (I don't look like a toothy psycho all the time, I swear)
- Pretty Maru
- Watching los Amigos

It's here.

OH MY FUCKING GOD. Can you believe it made me cry? ::fans self::

Well, I'm pised off.

See, I'm always complaining that we're in the Third World here and nothing ever exciting happens. But you know what? I need to read the paper more often, because there are things happening.

For starters, since September 24 Caracas and Maracaibo are home to the First Independent Film Festival of the USA, and we'll be able to see movies we wouldn't be able to see otherwise (Last Ball, The Emperor's Club, The Safety of Objects, Far From Heaven, Confessions of a Dangerous Mind, Washington Heights and The Dancer Upstairs).

What I'm really, really upset about is the fact that Todd Haynes is the festival guest of honor, and I may have missed the special screening of Far From Heaven that included an analysis with Todd Haynes (hello! Todd Haynes! Director of my personal fetish movie, Velvet Goldmine!). I say I may have missed because I can't find confirmation of dates ANYWHERE. If I missed him I'm gonna be very, very depressed. :-(

But that's not the only event. Divine Hôtel Costes DJ Stéphane Pompougnac will be making two shows in Caracas next week. But the price is so high, nobody with a regular income will be able to go (it's only for 350 people each night). I'm sure Maru will grieve about this as well. ::sigh!::

However, not everything's that bad. Starting September 25, Caracas will celebrate its first Photography Month ever, and the occasion will be celebrated with lots and lots of event all over the city, from the subwat to galleries and exhibitions all over the place. I wish I had a month off at work to go to all of those.

But there are things I'm looking forward to. For example, on Tuesday in casa Hellmund (a few blocks away from my office) an exhibition of photographic cameras will open, so maybe I'll get to see what Chris uses to take his lomographs. Then, on Wednesday opens Fran Beaufrand's Fashion Photography exhibition on the Durand & Diego boutique. On top of it, Thursday on the De Stefano Café Lounge there'll be a "photographic dancefloor" from 8pm to 2am. See? Things to do in Caracas. Amazing.

Also on October -- the Sambil Music Fest on the city's most popular mall -- el Sambil. There'll be a nice mixture of musicians there, from jazz and tropiacl to funk and I think folk. And the tickets are ridiculously cheap. So must go see at least one.

And there's the possibility of a free Los Amigos Invisibles show on Tuesday as well. Whee!

Anybody wanna come and join me and a couple friends? I promise a good time.

Congratulate me, because today I'm 22 pounds thinner than I was on August 5 -- go me!

Seems that arthritis wasn't so bad after all. ;)

According to lore, French writer Marcel Proust believed that people must know and understand themselves before they could know or understand others, so he developed a list of subjective questions that he felt would help reveal to people their true selves and the inner personalities of those around them. However, other sources say Proust was asked to fill out the same questionnaire at two social events: one when he was 13, another when he was 20. So he did not invent it: he was simply the most extraordinary person to respond to the questionnaire, and that's why it carries his name.

The idea is to respond to the questions in any manner, briefly or at length. The point is to be honest with yourself. Some questions may require a few minutes of reflection, but many are best answered by recording the first thought that enters your head.

Here is my snapshot, September 26, 2003:

1.-What do you consider your greatest achievement?
Learning the things I wanna learn with nobody's help. English, for example.

2.-What is your idea of perfect happiness?
A warm cuddle in bed with someone I love, listening to the rain outside the window and not having a worry in the world.

3.-What is your current state of mind?
Estrangement. I don't feel quite comfortable where I am or with who I am. I feel in some sort of transition.

4.-What is your favorite occupation?
Creating, getting inspired by something or someone.

5.-What is your most treasured possession?
Moments, scraps of memories and paper from friends or loved ones... unique snapshots of time and space where they got to share their love and wisdom with me. On a material plane, my book/cd/dvd collection. I've always thought morbidly that I need to make a will to split these up, in case I ever die unexpectedly.

6.-What or who is the greatest love of your life?
My music. Random voices, lyrics, chords and riffs that have made me feel I'm not the only one.

7.-What is your favorite journey?
The walk before getting on an airplane. That feeling you get in your stomach when you're about to enter an airplane? I love it... it's a sort of foreboding sense of novelty and adventure. "I'm traveling somewhere! Whee!"

8.-What is your most marked characteristic?
Probably my dry wit and sarcasm.

9.-When and where were you the most happiest?
It saddens me that the more I think about it, the harder it is to find a fulfilling moment of absolute and total happiness in my life. I mean, I've felt happy and content, but I don't know when I've felt the happiest. Happy moments: A niece giving me a rib-cracking hug, singing in an Oasis show, a friend giving me a flower on a lonely valentine's day, watching pyramids in Mexico, a special kiss, a HUGE arrangement of roses on my graduation day, the end of a beautiful book, an unexpected gift, one of my dogs licking my face...

10.-What is it that you most dislike?
Intolerance. Disrespect. Asininity.

11.-What is your greatest fear?
Ending up alone and full of regrets.

12.-What is your greatest extravagence?
My obsessive-compulsing need to get new music all the time. It's something stronger than me. It's sort of a quest -- it's as if I'm still looking for my favorite band or my favorite singer, and knowing s/he is still out there and I haven't found him/her/them.

13.-Which living person do you most despise?
Probably my biological father. If he even lives.

14.-What is your greatest regret?
Being always afraid of telling others how I feel.

15.-Which talent would you most like to have?
I wish I was braver and more confident.

16.-Where would you like to live?
My first instinct is to say London, my fetish city, but I guess that the right answer is anywhere where I don't have to worry about the world ending around me.

17.-What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?
Hating yourself.

18.-What is the quality you most like in a man?
Wit.

19.-What is the quality you most like in a woman?
Grace.

20.-What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
My lack of spontaneity when I need it the most. I think things over too much, I need to have control over everything, and that's not good.

21.-What is the trait you most deplore in others?
Lack of humility.

22.-What do you most value in your friends?
Their uniqueness and loyalty, despite everything.

23.-Who is your favorite hero of fiction?
Indiana Jones.

24.-Whose are your heroes in real life?
"Hero" is a very strong tag to put on someone. There are people who make extraordinary things at extraordinary times but they're just extraordinary humans. People tend to forget that.

25.-Which living person do you most admire?
I feel a deep respect and admiration for those people less fortunate in many areas of their lives that just never give up, no matter how terrible things are. They get up each morning and are able to face the world awaiting them with a smile. That is humbling beyond words. So, those people. And Bono.

26.-What do you consider the most overrated virtue?
Spirituality. But then I have issues with organized religion.

27.-On What occasions do you lie?
When I'm sure the other person won't want to know the truth.

28.-Which words or phrases do you most overuse?
I love to say "fuck" and all its variations, even if I'm speaking in Spanish. I try to coin it as often as I can. Other than that, I just quote a lot from my fandoms. It varies.

29.-If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
I'd just be more laid back and be more accepting of who I am.

30.-What are your favorite names?
Elbereth, Jeanne, Mark, Alejandro.

31.-How would you like to die?
Peacefully, when I'm ready to go.

32.-If you were to die and come back as a person or thing, what do you think it would be?
I don't think I'm the one who gets to make that choice. But considering my current karma, I guess coming back as something or someone wiser and way different would be nice.

33.-What is your motto?
Expect nothing so you'll get something.

Rob Brezny knows how to lift my spirits.

"CANCER (June 21-July 22): I predict that in the coming week you will be invited to partake in a mythic feast. While a gourmet meal may be involved, the essence of the experience will be metaphorical food that nourishes your soul. This uncannily satisfying sustenance will, for all intents and purposes, be a gift from eternity -- a blessing that comes from outside of time. It will be intimately meaningful for the person you are now, but even more so for the person you are striving to become."

I am Kong. Strong and passionate, I tend to be misunderstood, sometimes even feared. I don't want to fight, I don't want to cause trouble, all I ask is a little love, and a little peace. If I don't get what I want, I get angry, and throw barrels and flaming oil at whatever's stopping me. What Video Game Character Are You?

...'cause it might come true.

Imagine Somebody, someone you've known for years and years. Someone you care about, a really good friend, someone who has a special kind of chemistry with you, someone really fantastic and unique who knows you quite well. In fact, you could even have a bit of a crush on Somebody. You've always talked about visiting each other, because, you've never really met Somebody. Somebody lives quite far away.

That is, until out of the blue Somebody says with all seriousness they could visit you very soon. For a few days, but that's better than nothing, right?

You're stunned -- but happy, and wonder what are you gonna do if that really happens. You don't trust to hope in the real possibility of this happening, but you can't help daydream.

What do you do when real life comes crashing at your door?

Well, not really, because it's on Monday, but let me put it pretty:

"The Lord of The Rings: The Return of The King" trailer will be available online on Monday, September 29.

Wheee! :)

1. Fancy some elf thigh in Roman gear? Take a look at Orlando Bloom at the Troy set. ;)

2. Blonde is Gillian Anderson's new look. She looks fantastic! But most important -- did you see that stomach? That image is going to be on display in my head everytime I make excuses not to make crunches from now on. I think I'll switch from this picture to Geri Haliwell in the "It's Raining Men" video).

3. Johnny looks good on Entertainment Weekly's latest issue. Yum.

I saw "Once Upon A Time In Mexico" last night, half dreading the fact that I was supposed to be staring not only at Antonio Banderas (ugh), but at Enrique Iglesias as well (double ugh) for almost two hours. And I hated "Desperado," too. But -- Johnny Depp! I had to watch. This is true love, people.

I have my problems with the whole El Mariachi trilogy, but God, this was great entertainment. Of course, this comes from someone whose black humor level is so high, she cried of laughter when watching "Hannibal." But really, this movie was much better than I hoped for, Antonio and Enrique notwithstanding. It's campy, and it's supposed to be like that. It's supposed to look cheesy and have impossible action scenes. The weather has to look hot, people have to be gritty. The bad guys have to look bad, and Antonio Banderas' hair is supposed to look breezy all the time. I can live with it.

However, the best thing in this movie is the dialogue, and I'm happy to say Johnny Depp stole the show on this department. His character, corrupt FBI Agent Sands, had all the great lines on this movie. I love it when people swears and means it:

- "I'm gonna skull fuck you to death."
- "Are you trying to give me a boner?"
- "Doesn't that just tug on your short and curlies?"
- "Okay, okay, I'm going to freak right out!"
- "I can't see, I have no eyes, you fuckmook!"

You'll get their charm after you see the movie. Also, surprisingly enough, Mickey Rourke was really good. Rubén Blades as well, but he's a wonderful man overall, so that really didn't surprise me. Salma Hayek shouldn't have gotten second billing if her screen time was going to be 2 minutes, but whatever. And Willem Dafoe's awful accent should have tipped off the casting people, but I think his badass face won after all, so we'll let that pass. It's also criminal someone who just got his eyes gacked out looks this hot, but we'll let that pass too. Let's hope for a spin-off series. ;)

Now, when does "Kill Bill" open? I need my Tarantino.

Number one: Monty Python. They make me so happy that they make me laugh hysterically.

Number two: Billy and Dom, and their infamous "Hmmm... bosom!" line.

Number three: When the level of speculation in the U2 fandom reach inimaginable levels (MARCH? YAY!).

::happy sigh!::

Switched to ol'BlogBack again.

::sigh::

I have the company's insurance people sitting in front of me. They hate their boss, who sits beside me, and are always, always fucking whispering about her. I really couldn't give a rat's ass about it, except for the fact that these people don't know how to whisper. I can hear their whole damn secret conversations, and I. Don't. Give. A. Fuck. I don't wanna listen to their "secrets", I don't wanna listlen to the wet, rustling sound of their clicking tongues when they're talking.

The only thing that can drown their obnoxious chitchat is Fatboy Slim or the Sex Pistols at a normal volume. This music, by the way, annoys the hell outta their boss, and therefore, makes me wanna have it on loop all day long.

So, do I tell these people I can actually listen to their annoying boss bitching so please keep it down 'cause I don't care, or do I tell their bitch boss that I need to turn up the volume of my music in order to avoid listening venomous comments about her?

Ah, one feels mischievous at times like these.

Aragorn: What do you fear, milady?
Éowyn: A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them and all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire.

Yesterday I remembered that quote a lot, because the concept of feeling in a cage has been haunting me endlessly of late. I've been feeling more out of place and like a stranger than never before in most places: home, work, amongst friends (at least most of them). As if I was dropped by accident and was not supposed to be here, as if whoever decided to place me where I am didn't read the label carefully and misplaced me. A Dalí painting in a dentist office.

For a long time I've told myself that I need a change of pace, only half-believeing it and never doing anything about it. But here I am, 26, and tired of the conformity and restrain I've set . If I don't make myself happy, no one will, so I might as well try and do something about it. This emptiness, this uselessnes has to fucking go. I need to do something that makes me feel that I am alive. As simple as that.

This especially hit me yesterday when I was watching one of the extras on my Two Towers DVD. During an interview, Dominic Monaghan said that the experiences he went through the two years that he spent in NZ filming the LoTR trilogy were more fulfilling that the ones he'd had his entire life previous to that.

Of course, I don't expect something so brutal, but I need some kind of sign that tells me yes, girl, you're supposed to be here for this. I've always had dreams of changing the world or maybe making it a different place (at least for me), and thought it may seem naïve, I still can do it. I just do not want life to pass me by and be an old bitter lady filled with regrets, or even worse, acceptance of the stranger that I've become.

Maybe that's one of the reasons why I refuse to grow up and act adult and responsible, the way I'm supposed to. I don't want kids, my dogs are enough. I don't want a husband, just somebody to love me. And I don't want the responsibility of being an adult, I just want to lay on my bed and being able to daydream without having to worry about paying my credit cards or pleasing my boss. That's not what life should be about, especially not when you're not ready to face it.

Escapist? Maybe. But if I want to be happy, I have to start with myself. And really, really believe that I can. And that I will.

I hate spam.

But they have amusing headers sometimes:

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Most spammers also seem to think I have a penis. I must get like 50 "enlarge your prick/cock/pole/rod" messages a day.

It figures that as soon as I change my commenting system, it fucks itself because of some sort of javascrip related thing.

I guess it's back to Blogback until I find what the problem is. :-(

At moments like this I hope I had instelled MovableType.

Anyway...

Avast, me hearties! It's The Friday Five!

1. Who is your favorite singer/musician? Why?

That's like asking me who's my favorite child. Of which I have none, but still! ;)

Let me give you a sample of what I have around me: Depeche Mode, U2, Placebo, Garbage, Train, Massive Attack, Roxy Music, T. Rex, Robbie Williams, Sex Pistols, Pulp, Chemical Brothers, Rolling Stones, The Clash, Travis, Oasis, the soundtracks for Tomb Raider 2, Twin Peaks and Spirited Away, and few CD's of chillout and belly-dancing music as well.

Though I need more on this guy Hawksley Workman I just started listening to today. He's wickedly good.

2. What one singer/musician can you not stand? Why?

I have three that I particularly detest.

The first one is Enrique Iglesias, who does not sing, dance, songwrites or anything that makes him deserve such adoration from people. He's also disgustingly-looking. It annoys me that a no-talent hack could be getting the attention someone much more talented ought to have.

The second is Avril Lavigne, who should be spit all over by Sid Vicius just for saying she's punk. She's the same old catchy pop with different clothes -- therefore, the new punk/goths posers are born. Besides, she wrote a song titled "Sk8er Boi", so she should be stoned to death.

Last, but not least, J-Ho. If she has to reassure people she's not a snotty bitch, then that's exactly what she is. I'm sorry, but she does NOT represent what a Latina woman is like. Especially since she's not one of them. Attention whore. Ugh.

3. If your favorite singer wasn't in the music business, do you think you would still like him/her as a person?

Why shouldn't I? This is a silly question.

4. Have you been to any concerts? If yes, who put on the best show?

Wow. Tough question. I've been to a lot of concerts, and the best shows have been put up by No Doubt and Collective Soul, hands down. Gwen Stefani is a fucking goddess on stage, and Collective Soul made the miracle of turning over a rude audience that was waiting for Oasis. When they finished, nobody wanted them to leave, they were that mindblowing.

I also get out of every concert of Los Amigos Invisibles on cloud nine, feeling all groupie.

5. What are your thoughts on downloading free music online vs. purchasing albums? Do you feel the RIAA is right in its pursuit to stop people from dowloading free music?

My side on this is -- albums are ridiculously expensive, and quite a lot of them have only 3 or 4 songs that are worth it. So, I download like a maniac. But if I like what I hear, I almost always buy the thing, even if the artist id earning a misery out of the buttload of money I'm paying for that CD. I also buy the albums of my favorite artists all the time. So.

On a geeky sidenote, I must mention that today's Hermione Granger's 23rd birthday.

I sure hope she's shagging Ron in celebration. ;)

/shallow

Today be September 19, Talk Like A Pirate Day, a great opportunity t'parade around t'office and be silly for a while. This day also allows t'introduce t'word "swashbuckin'" in every sentence you use. O'course, when livin' in a Spanish-speakin' country that's a bit harder, but ahoy!, it's t'spirit what counts, so get out thar and comandeer some ship for glory and fame. And grog.

In an attempt t'make this post a bit more pirate, I'll post these test results and pretend t'act surprised.



Have a great day, me lads -- yo ho!

Whew. That was good.

Can Angelina Jolie be any more... breathtaking? I could say beautiful, sexy, or just plain hot, but that woman is something else. I also approve of this Barbarella-esque number. ::sigh!::

I was in the theater having hot flashes and all, I'm not kidding you. Of course, I was also having the time of my life being all naughty with Maru. We were sharing our repertoire of dirty lines with our neighbors, and probably perverting kids in the process:

Maru: "Wow, look at her."
Maru: "Fo' shizzle, my nizzle."
Maru: "Oh, daddy, yess!"
Miggie: ::squeal, whimper::
Maru: "Me wanna, mommy!"
Miggie: "I'm holny, mommy!"
Maru: "She's pretty."
Miggie: "Not pretty. Fucking hot."
Maru: "It's getting hot in herrre..."
Miggie: ::does 'let's raise the roof' move::

And so on. :p

A highlight: the dry humping on the floor scene. That one is worth getting the DVD for. I ended up all hot and bothered. Gerard Butler and Angelina had really good chemistry there. Now I know what the guys at Fark mean when they go all "fap, fap, fap." ;)

And the whole heroine that can't love thing is understandable, but man, sometimes heroines need to get laid, too. And judging on Terry's face, it wasn't going to last much, so why not give the fans a little thrill, huh? Bastards.

Oh, and to be fair, I do have my issues with the movie (the shark, the ropes, the opening of Pandora's box, etc., etc.), but who cares, really? I just went to see her, and I had a lot of fun, I'm happy, and I'm going to have dreams that would make Sappho proud. :)

...lingers on the office air. An example? Today at lunch I found out that practically all of my coworkers think Bossman is a wanker. With a twish of psychosis to boot. I do think he has issues he needs to get sorted outside the office, but I think I can still give him the benefit of the doubt, considering he hasn't been a total wanker with me yet.

Something of what I can be thankful for, but you never know how's he's going to react.

Well, he is a bit psycho. But I choose not to speak shit of him in front of others -- I can giggle and laugh and conmiserate with the others, but I know too well to look behind my back, because you never know if one of them can have a knife ready. The bitchfest felt good, nonetheless.

But Bossman spent most of the day outside the office -- went out in the morning and came back around three. I was really hoping he wouldn't come back, but at least he's in a better mood today. I have a pending meeting with the man and I don't wanna! Whimper! Pout! I've been calling people all fucking morning to update some contact database, and I'm sick of speaking to faceless strangers who are only nice to me if I turn on my phone sex voice. Asshats.

I'm also a little behind on the intranet updating, but I can work that out in a few minutes. I just have this feeling that I'm stuck in quicksand, and I don't want to move, neither to get out or sink lower. I was expecting the feeling had to do with my lack of vacations, but here I am, back from vacations and still feeling the same. What I need is to change jobs. But see me lauging bitterly.

However, things have been a bit fandomish today (she says as if she's neever t00by), because I'm still basking in the afterglow of my Two Towers DVD lovin' from last night. Awesome. Just awesome. That 12-minute RoTK preview was teasing at its best, and I do think we'll never see Shelob until the movie comes out. Argh. Anticipation, curse thee! Thank the Valar for this pic that was posted today on TORn. It made me so happy I think I peed a little, lol!

Also so discussed a bit of OoTP on E-Muse and explained why HP fans are so defensive when someone asks them why they love a book that's supposed to be for children: we're geeks, that's what we do, people. We're happy being geeks, and it's unfair that people who couldn't care less are always the ones to get chances to be in some wonderful HP-related place (like platform 9 3/4). It's unfair.

Depeche Mode has also taken permanent residence on my CD player. Which I don't mind at all. Oh, I read somewhere today they were one of the gayest things ever. ;) I quote: "While Depeche Mode may have a few straight fans, there is still a very good chance that if someone has one of their albums in their CD collection, then they are gay." In all seriousness, I was going over this issue with Maru, and she blamed it on martin Gore's early wardrobe and the whole androgyny '80s thing. Me, being I'm a glam fan and getting female hard-ons by men wearing eyeliner, I dig the whole thing immensely. But gay icons? Really? Nah. Isn't that Madonna or Jean Harlow or Barbra? Whatever.

On that same note, there'll be much Angelina Jolie drooling tonight, since I'm going to watch Tomb Raider 2 tonight with Maru. : ) This reminds me that I'm also obsessing about getting another tattoo, but am broke and undecided.

Now, off to the movies -- let's see if I can trick my diet and eat a little popcorn, even when what I really want is a 5-layer pizza.

PS: Oh, you can leave a purty message on my new comments (I <3 Blogspeak!), if you feel like it. :)

AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!

I have my Two Towers DVD. I have it, it's here, in my hands, my own, my precious!

::faints::

Via Maru:


"When Doves Cry" (by Prince)
How could you just leave me standing,
Alone in a world so cold?
Maybe you're just too demanding.
Maybe I'm just like my father--too bold.
Maybe you're just like my mother.
She's never satisfied.
Why do we scream at each other?
This is what it sounds like,
When doves cry.


Which 80's Song Fits You?
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1. Is the name you have now the same name that's on your birth certificate? If not, what's changed?

It's exactly the same.

2. If you could change your name (first, middle and/or last), what would it be?

My second name (Cecilia, which I hate with venomous passion) and my lastname. I have the lastname of the guy who slept with my mom to make me, some bastard I've never met in my life and who doesn't deserves somebody else to carry his last name.

3. Why were you named what you were? (Is there a story behind it? Who specifically was responsible for naming you?)

My name is a composition of my mom and my grandma's names (Mirtha and Angela). My mom thought it'd be cute, but nobody I've known knows how to write it correctly, even after I spell it.

4. Are there any names you really hate or love? What are they and why?

I really, really love Elbereth. It's a beautiful name with a beautiful story behind it.

And I really, really hate Cecilia. It's so ordinary and stupid, and it does not fit me at all.

5. Is the analysis of your name at kabalarians.com / triggur.org / astroexpert accurate? How or how isn't it?

The ones who really nailed it were Kabalarians:

Mirtha--

- prefers to work independently, without direction or interference from others
- tends to be somewhat of a perfectionist, might insist on doing too many things yourself instead of delegating jobs
- direct and straight-to-the-point
- verbal expression does not reflect your inner thoughts and feelings

Angela--

- very quiet, practical nature and a clever and inventive mind
- analytical and naturally studious, interested in a factual understanding of the mysteries of life
- a flair for creative expression with your hands
- can be easily and deeply hurt and go into moods which can be quite extreme at times, causing much turmoil and unhappiness
- difficult to join in conversation with those with whom you are not well-acquainted, could feel quite alone and uncommunicative with new acquaintances or in a large crowd
- desires so much to be understood, but it is very difficult to divulge your innermost thoughts even to those closest to you

But Triggur's accurate too:

- would not be a good candidate to babysit your children.
- is a genetic freak of nature.
- can be apathetic to a fault.

;)

I really couldn't interpret AstroExpert's vedic analysis. ::shrug::

I woke up this morning to find that John Ritter died of an unexpected and undetected heart condition. I literally sat in front of the computer, gaping in shock. He was only 54, and a great sitcom guy. I'll miss him a lot.

Then, I also saw that The Man, Johnny Cash, died this morning too. That made me cry. I guess you can't find an appropiate thing to say about that, really. But my best homage to him is something I read somewhere today: "Some, he wrote; some, he just recorded. All, he lived." RIP, man in black.

People say these things always come in threes, and I'm really dreading the trifecta.

Anyway, what should be a cheerful Friday just for the sake of it has started badly. Not to mention the fact that my boss returns from his vacations on Monday, and I'm unnaturally dreading it. There are so many things to talk about and so many loose ends he has to fix, and he'll be calling us one by one to discuss things, and I honestly don't want to get through that, considering he always thinks he's the only one who can make things right. I feel like curling up in bed with my Depeche Mode CDs and never waking up again.

But to be fair, there are things to look forward to next week: Monday is payday, on Wednesday Tomb Raider opens (Angelina Jolie, meow!), my Two Towers DVD arrives and Maru promised to take me to her favorite thrift store to spice me up. However, things will have to go extremely well at work for me to really enjoy these small pleasures.

Damn economic recession, I blame you for my unhappiness.

Holy shit.



Woah. Even I'd do her.

So I saw this picture in the August issue of GQ, and I swear it was begging me to do something with it. Thus Miggie returns to the blogging realm and saves for later the kinky layout she had done months ago. But believe me, I'm loving this one very, very much. At least it's gonna make me post more often!

Am loving this new Blogger thing, allowing titles and such, not to mention it looks mahvelous on XP! ;)

Relevant news? I have arthritis (yes, arthitis), so no more gym for me, I'm afraid. My doctor is on a quest to make me look all "heroin chic" in order to lessen the symptoms. But I swear I'm having wet dreams about pizza.

::sigh::

But it's something that must be done, a pound a week.

Ah yes, new link on the left. Chris seems to be cool and takes fantastic photographs. Or lomographs. Not to mention Maru is stalking him, so what's not to love?

Must feed doggies. Ta!

PS: I must do something about the archives. They look awful.
PS2: Must also tell Lee his photo gallery is php-impaired.