Must Read This One

The Shadow of the Wind by Spanish author Carlos Ruiz Zafon, is another must-read book on my list. I've read it about a half a year ago and I consider it quite good. If you like to solve mysteries, this is the book for you. Mind you, the beginning is a bit slow, but after that it is a pageturner (it was for me, anyway).

The Shadow of the Wind isn't easy to explain, actually, it sound a bit boring when you try. Nevertheless, the story about the adolensence years of Daniel in post second World War Barcelona are wonderfully written. You can really see him run through the streets, hoping to find his girlfriend and the author of his favorite and most priced possesion, a book called 'the shadow of the wind'. Even though, none of the above sounds convincing I really thing you should give it a shot! It will be worth your time, and if not, well, you can't have it all.

"If you thought the true gothic novel died with the nineteenth century, this will change your mind...This is one gorgeous read."--Stephen King.

"Anyone who enjoys novels that are scary, erotic, touching, tragic, and thrilling should pick up "The Shadow of the Wind.""--The Washington Post.

Warning: Horror ahead!

Warning: The following is not meant for anyone with a weak stomach, who gets nightmare easily or is scared quickly in general. Be warned!


I screamed. Blood was pouring out of the skies like tears flowing over a cheek, the sewars boiled up blood red eyes, the tree leafs were replaced with recently cut off ears, blood dripping from the earlobes, beheaded zombies raised their bloodied arms and started to creep forward. I backed away as quickly as I could. I ran into a alley with no way out..
The walls were like gushing rivers of human insides. I surpressed the urge to vomit and I swallowed the fear that had gotten a hold of my body, that had climbed up my throat, that was paralyzing my tongue.
The zombies closed in on me. They were only five foot away from me, hauling rickling iron shackles, making growling noises. They stopped four foot away from me. Just one zombie continued to creep forward, crouched to the ground, progressing slowly. His clothes were ripped apart and I saw red stains on his skin. His skin was not only red, but also brownish, grenish and purplish. Like it had been thrown of a tall building.
Completly bruised and broken.
The dicapitated corpse was limping closer, holding a bloody chainsaw, which snarled furiously.
He heaved the dripping thing over the place where his head was suppose to be and I shrank back. I tripped over a dead body lying behind me. I did not take the time to look at the face, did not bother to think of who it might be. I crawled back to my feet and tried to search for an opening in the wall. The zombie stepped forward and held the chainsaw further above the empty spot that once had held a face. I saw him coming. I couldn't make a sound. I was too terrified. The chainsaw flashed forward as I raised my hands to protect my face. How useless.

"Honey! Honey! Wake up!" My lover's face was only inches away from mine, looking anxious. Thank god, it was only a nightmare. Still shaking from the intensity, I snuggled closer into his arms.

The end.

No, this wasn't a real dream of mine. I just wrote this down during a boring class. I've edited the original a bit (so this is the edited part).

Images of Budapest, Hungary

in the Matthias Church

at the Fisherman's Bastion

at Heroes' Square

at Heroes' Square

Budapest, Hungary is a city full of history and photo moments. I went in the fall of 2007 and the pictures above are some just a couple of the *be warned, shocking numbers ahead* estimated 1100 photo's I've made. In one week time.

Paramore rocks!

I've discovered a new band: Paramore! I totally love their music. I especially like their songs 'We are broken', 'Misery Bussiness', 'Conspiracy' and 'CrushCrushCrush'. I first heard of them last November, cause they play the soundtrack for Twilight 'Decode'. After that a close friend introduced me to 'CrushCrushCrush' and I was sold. Hayley is the leadsinger and she's pretty good! The lyrics don't always make sense (as a good friend of mine pointed out a couple of days ago), but I don't think that matters. The sentence individually are nice one's.

I can't wait until they finally come to Europe!

This is the lyrics of 'We are broken'. You should really listen to the songs of the mentioned above on youtube and buy the album, of course, don't download them online for free.

We are broken

I am outside
And I've been waiting for the sun
With my wide eyes
I've seen worlds that don't belong
My mouth is dry with words I cannot verbalize
Tell me why we live like this

*refrain*
Keep me safe inside
Your arms like towers
Tower over me

Yeah
'Cause we are broken
What must we do to restore
Our innocence
And oh, the promise we adored
Give us life again
'Cause we just wanna be whole

Lock the doors
Cause I'd like to capture this voice
It came to me tonight
So everyone will have a choice
And under red lights
I'll show myself it wasn't forged
We're at war
We live like this

*refrain*

Tower over me
Tower over me

And I'll take the truth at any cost

'Cause we are broken
What must we do to restore
Our innocence
And oh, the promise we adored
Give us life again
'Cause we just wanna be whole

Just for the record, I don't own the lyrics.

Enjoy the music!

The Sun is Shining

Right now, I'm in our garden. Enjoying the sun. I'm glad winter is almost over and spring is showing her beautiful face from under the ground. Within a couple of weeks the leafs will be on the trees again, flowers will be blossoming and the sun will be nice and warm. Because, yes, it is still freezing cold outside. My fingerstips are frozen, as I am defying the cold and enjoying the first real strokes of sunshine on my face. It's healthy to be outside, that's what my parents have told me many times over.

Sunlight is good for us. Did you know that children who do not play outside (in the sun, mind you) enough will get O-legs? Apparently this has something to do with the fact that sunligh contains vitamine D and that is neccesary for our growth. Of course, too much sunlight will kill us (skincancer, ring a bell anyone?), so we just need to find a middle ground.

Why am I sitting outsite? Well, I'm kind of horribly white. Seriously, it starts to get creepy. It is almost vampire-white. Honestly, the only thing I'm missing are the teeth (or if you've read Stephenie Meyers version of vampires, the glowing like diamonds) and the unhumanly craving for blood. Oh yes, most significant, I'm not dead. Yet, anyway. If the coughing keeps going on and on like this, I'll cough myself to death. Nice, look out. *Being very sarcastic*
So, to get on with things, I figured, let's enjoy the sun! And, now, my parents will stop complaining about the times I spent in my room. Plus I hoped that the fresh air would give me some inspiration to continue my lovestory (which is called 'Angels' by the way), but sadly, no. I've only added another 400 words to it.

And as the sun is lowering down to the horizon and the minutes are ticking by, I am and always will be a sun person. Give me spring and Italian-summers at anytime!

Curious little thing

There's this curious little thing called time.

Time, apparently, can heal all wounds, will make us forget things and indicates that life has moved on.
In the last month I've experienced the differences in time. Time moving very slowly and time moving akwardly fast. So fast, you start to fear you'll never live.
For instance, I have my finals coming up in May and that's only two months away! Yet, a month ago, I was totally relaxed, 'Oooh! I've got enough time!' NOT! Welcome to the harsh reality of time!

But I also experienced slow time. And no, I wasn't bored. For two wonderful weeks I had done so many things, seen so many people, talked so much in one day that it seemed to last forever. True, I went to bed late and up, somewhat, early, so I probably had five more hours in a day than I usually had, but those week in my memory seem to stretch over a lifetime, rather than just two week. A long sentence, I know, but it is just so strange to live a life that usually has weeks flying by and now, having had two whole weeks which seemed to be months! In a good way, mind you.

Now, life is back to the way it was, a new friend is the only difference, but seriously, I had the time of my life!

A little poem

For one time goes fast
For the other time is pure cruelty

The absence of you
Is like a fire in my heart

Burning and scratching the images of my soul

I don’t know where it went wrong
Or what truly happen to us

But I know I will never surrender

I will be here forever, waiting for you
To come around and meet me again

One day we will be back
To what we once were

Have been before