Duty & Death

I did my duty. I voted.
Today is the day of parliamentary election in Croatia. And it's really important to go out and cast your vote. Especially for a woman. I mean, we are blessed to be living in a country that allows us to vote and even though it's usually picking the lesser evil and can be quite a drag, it is, above all, a privilege. So no, no one can have my vote to manipulate with it. It's mine and I shall give it to whom ever I want.
Anyway, I'm red. Or would've been in America in the 50's. In Croatia today I vote for the Social-Democratic Party. I love how liberal they are, I love how they focus on the people living here. Sure, it's a campaign and we all know that promises made before the election are so often broken but still. They are the only ones always voting YES for the right of choice, for the equal rights of the homosexuals, against religion in schools and so on. I cannot but to agree.
I also believe that everyone has to choose for themselves. Unlike my sister who's been trying to make her bf vote for her party. lol She's an idiot.
My Dad took the wrong glasses with him, the ones he cannot really read with, so he said he'd vote for the number 11, thinking it's SDP, and I said I'd tell him if it is or not. lol Imagine me yelling across the room VOTE 22! (It wasn't 11 after all, it was 22.) I could've had the election declared irregular. Anyway, he manged to read it after all and he didn't give his vote to a random party.
And now we wait.

On a lighter note... A dead man. A bottle of alleged Valium. A naked guy on the roof top. A midget. A blackmail. A reverend on a tight schedule.
Seriously, people, if you haven't already, go see Death at a Funeral. I absolutely loved it. I suppose my sister didn't like it as much since I was laughing out loud while she was trying to sleep. (And I don't laugh out loud that often.)

The Promiscuous One

I ripped off Belle's blog. From all of the above I am rare to find, great when found, not one to mess with, loving music, easily bored, hard to understand, patriotic, complicated to know. Promiscuous? Well, I used to be, I guess.
The rest is crap.

Treblebass

I couldn't sleep last night so I listened to some music and I heard a song I haven't heard for a long time. I've always liked it though so I'm gonna share it with you. There's no official video for it so you won't find it on youtube. I hope you enjoy it. And I too have no idea what the lyrics are about.

Treblebass
by Svadbas

Kreni sa mnom (Come with me)
Zadnji put (For the last time)
Vjeruj mi (Trust me)
Daleko od mraka bolje ćemo znati (Away from the darkness we'll know better)
Ništa nije teško (Nothing is difficult)
Naša lica još su lijepa (Our faces are still beautiful)
Zatvori mi oči (Close my eyes)
Neka kraj nas jure, nek se lome prsti (Let them rush beside us, let the fingers break)
Idemo na ples (Let's go dancing)
I Svijet je opet mlad (And the World is young again)

I samo šuti (And just be quiet)
Gdje su bile riječi kad nije bilo nade za nas (Where were words when there was no hope for us)
Samo dugi dani nestali u tami (Only long days gone in the darkness)
Gdje ništa nije važno (Where nothing matters)
Raširi ruke (Spread your arms)
Ruke su ti snažne (Your arms are strong)
Upri iz sve snage, nek se cijedi znoj (Push with all your strength, sweat it out)
Nek koža pukne (Let the skin crack)
Mi idemo na ples (We're going dancing)
I Svijet je opet mlad (And the World is young again)

I naša lica još su uvijek lijepa (And our faces are still beautiful)
Zatvori mi oči (Close my eyes)
Neka kraj nas jure, nek se lome prsti (Let them rush beside us, let the fingers break)
Idemo na ples (Let's go dancing)
I svijet je opet mlad (And the World is young again)

Raširi ruke (Spread your arms)
Ruke su ti snažne (Your arms are strong)
Upri iz sve snage, nek se cijedi znoj (Push with all your strength, sweat it out)
Nek koža pukne (Let the skin crack)
Mi idemo na ples (We're going dancing)
I Svijet je opet mlad (And the World is young again)

Udahni zrak koji dolazi (Breath in the air that's coming)
Sve je gotovo i mi smo spašeni (It's all over and we're saved)
I naša lica još su lijepa (And our faces are still beautiful)
Zatvori mi oči (Close my eyes)
Neka kraj nas jure, nek se lome prsti (Let them rush beside us, let the fingers break)
Idemo na ples (Let's go dancing)
I svijet je opet mlad (And the World is young again)
Idemo na ples (Let's go dancing)
I svijet je opet mlad (And the World is young again)
Idemo na ples (Let's go dancing)
I svijet je opet mlad (And the World is young again)

Monday Blabber

"Hey, are you nearly done with your classes?" As I am still in class and my sound is off, I don't hear the incoming text and I only see it 20 minutes later. I decide not to reply immediately. It's nice of him but I don't want to make that rides a regular thing. It's a commitment. I don't do commitments. Of any kind. So I wait till I get into the train and then I reply "Oh my sound was off and I just saw the message." Yep, I lied shamelessly. "Where are you now exactly?" Oh my. Inquisitive much'? What's it to you anyway? "On the train." True, the train is standing at the station and is not going to leave for the next twenty minutes but again, not something he has to know. Besides, I am technically telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth - I am indeed on the train. "Cool. Well, if you want we can have that movie night on Saturday." I didn't reply.
I have no idea how will I feel on Saturday. Just like with those Monday rides. I don't want them to become regular because more often then not I just want to put my headphones on and turn the outside world off when I'm done with classes. I just want to sit on the warm train and listen to my music. Same thing is on weekends. I just want to stay in my room and watch "Dancing with stars" or whatever horrible show is on. I want to be alone. [/Garbo]

Can it be I'm likable? Today a girl I've only met a month and a half ago gave me a little gift, a Harry Potter bookmark she got for me at Interliber (the annual book fair held in Zagreb, Croatia's capital). She said she thought of me when she saw it and had to take one to give it to me. I am always swept away off my feet when something like this happens. Like last year, when Maja gave a tiny stuffed elephant for my birthday that has been attached to my bag ever since (I might wash it one of these days though...). But mostly I am genuinely surprised every time I discover that the majority of people are decent human beings.
Anyway, the subject of birthdays came up today and I said mine was on December 20 and these two girls started talking about cakes and parties and I said I didn't celebrate birthdays because I was a Jehova's Witness. I told them we only celebrate God and not ourselves, not even Christmas nor Easter. The only holiday we somehow acknowledge is Pesah. They first thought I was kidding but I was serious. Then they asked me if I went to people's houses to preach my faith and I said yes. I also told them about our weekly meetings where we study Bible. I could've gone for hours equally serious but then Anja outed me when she started to laugh. Damn! It was so funny.
Speaking of my birthday, I'm planning an online party. Bring your own drinks and I see you all on December 20 at WFW'S CBOX.

A Whole New World

I woke up this morning to a whole new world. I opened the window and looked to my right:
I looked to my left:A bit worried I got out and took a look at my back yard:Only to find out that an odd creature* has settled there:Who is he? What are his intentions? Is he a friend or a foe?
I'm staying in for the rest of the day.

*Creature by: Dad

The Lady Is A Groupie

Since you all helped me with your input, especially Lindy with the idea, and Bel with the title and fixing my poor grammar and style, I figured I'd share it with you. For your reading pleasure *trying so hard to say that with a straight face*, I bring you "The Lady Is A Groupie"!

It seems that celebrities are not such a new thing. In fact, the concept of a celebrity and everything that goes with it have been around for quite a long time. Sir Gawain was a celebrity of his time. Or at least that is what the legend makes us believe. People wanted to know everything about him. Tales were being told, the legend grew, and his name became known everywhere. As every other celebrity, he had admirers, or as they would be called today, fans. The Green Knight's wife was one of them.

The idea of a celebrity nowadays differs considerably from the idea of a celebrity of that time. In the past the most famous people were heroes. Heroes could have been kings, princes, sometimes outlaws, like Robin Hood, or knights, such as Sir Gawain. What made someone a hero were their heroic deeds. A man would go to a war where he would fight bravely, he would save lives, he would fight for some high ideals such as freedom or his country, and it would make him a hero. The others would tell stories about him and his fame would grow. It was also an honor to know a hero, to fight beside him or to be his friend.

Celebrity worship was no different back than it is today. People always seem to want to know their heroes, only today's heroes are famous movie stars or rock stars. People are hungry for the news about them, especially for the stories of their private lives. Most of all, they are trying to get near to them, to get to know them personally. It seems that being around a celebrity makes one a celebrity of some sort as well.

The best known if not notorious type of a fan is a so-called groupie. Groupies are girls follow their favorite bands and rock stars to their concerts and who spend all of their time around their favorite stars. More often than not these girls want to sleep with them only to be able to say that they have done it. Having sex with celebrities has little to do with love, it is more of a dream come true. Those are usually very brief affairs, encounters rather, and seldom if ever are they lasting relationships. A groupie would take it as a fun event, as some sort of her own heroic endeavor. It is her achievement, her own story to tell.

The Green Knight's wife was no different than those girls. She might have even been the very first groupie. She was probably leading a pretty boring life, locked in a castle while her husband was out hunting, or fighting enemies, or conquering land. All she ever got to do was to listen to the stories about all of those brave, famous people that she would never meet.

Therefore, having such a well known knight in her own house, at her disposal, must have been a thrilling experience. She had probably heard a lot of stories of Sir Gawain's adventures and of his bravery before she finally got to meet him. It is no wonder then that she acted like a true groupie the moment she got her chance. Her husband is out of the house, everyone else is sleeping, and she decides to seize the day and to seduce this famous man.

Being a woman, she had many tricks up her sleeve and she used them the best she could trying to achieve her goal, to seduce Sir Gawain. At first she playfully mocks him for being so careless to have her sneak into his room without waking him up. Then she suggests she would tie him up to his bed and have her way with him. The lady shows the strength of her will by telling him she would take him for her prisoner. She is also subtly reminding him of her position as the lady of the house, but he is not willing to submit to her yet. Then she flatters him, she tries to humor him by repeating what she heard about his bravery and glory and telling him that the whole world worships him. However, she never mentions love. To her it is only a game, a conquest of her own, and she only wants to win it. Finally, she seduces him by offering herself as his servant, realizing he is too proud to submit himself to a woman. She allows him to think it was he who won the game, not her.

In a manner of so many groupies centuries later, the lady succeeded to seduce a celebrity. Even though it may seem that she had to humble herself before him, it is actually exactly the opposite. She won because no matter how famous or important a man is, a woman can always make him do as she pleases. She can always get her way with him to realize her plan and gain what she wants from him, money, pleasure, or merely a story to tell. Therefore, groupies now and back then are the same. Women choose their game and they play it to win.

lost

ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod. how can i feel this jealousy? or is that regret? it's the weirdest feeling. but goddamn, he looks so damn fine. he looks better than then. and even then i'd almost cum on my way to see him. and i know for a fact pictures don't do him justice so to think how he must have looked in person... if it was me, i'd never get through the ceremony, i would've jumped him in the church. i'm a masochist. i went through all of the pictures imagining myself being her. i guess i somehow kept thinking it might still happen if it was meant to be but now... i won't sleep tonight. i'm in for a lot of flashbacks. he was so good. i sometimes catch myself thinking of him wondering if things could have been different if i hadn't been so young. if we had been in the same country. if we had tried harder.
i wonder if he ever thinks of me.