I was tagged by , so here it comes, folks

Rules of the game:

Choose a singer/band/group that you like
Answer using ONLY titles of songs by that singer/band/group
Tag 6 more people (and let them know they've been tagged)

I choose David Bowie, because he's great as a musician, and with being olver 60 he is still hot!

1. Are you male or female?

"Lady Stardust"


2. Describe yourself.

"Queen Bitch" - I guess, that describes me perfectly


3. What do people feel when they're around you?

"Strangers when we meet"


4. How would you describe your previous relationship

"The Hearts Filthy Lesson"


5. Describe your current relationship.

"Golden Years"


6. Where would you want to be now?

"The Motel" (oh yeah, and here I am actually )


7. How do you feel about love?

"Fill Your Heart with love tonight"


8. What's your life like?

"Station to Station"


9. What would you ask for if you had only one wish?

"Never Let Me Down"


10. Say something wise.

"I'm Afraid of Americans"



Tagging others - well, I'm breaking the rules here. I'm only going to tag those people who may like the idea of this game-thingy. (But maybe they would hate me and kill me while I'm sleeping... )


I choose:
1.
2. - I'm curious
3. - I'd be really intrested in your answers (Especially since they are mostly in Japanese, isn't it? )


Have a nice August, everyone.

It's a hard Uranus effect, that means everyone should get close together with friends. I guess I should clean-up the flat, invite over a couple of people, and have sushi.

I was so tired yesterday that I fell asleep on the couch at half past eight, and woke-up for my phone alarm.

Today, it's okay. I got a short-time job in Brixelles (or Brussels, like Brussel Sprouts, yay! are there really brussel sprouts in Brussel?), so I'm going to have a hard time with chocolate, beer, and serial killers. (That's what Belgium is famous about, isn't it? Okay, I missed out the cannibals.)

I can't stay this heat. What's the weather like in Brussels? Is it calmer?


I need a tight sleep.

Seems like I'm going to live togehter with the huge art deco wardrobe wich remained from my grandma.

I wanted new furniture. We've benn to Sconto and I choose a very pretty one, with matching seats and tables and such, but Sconto closed this march, so I didn't have the mood to start searching again.

I love art deco. It's one of the most beautiful old furnitures I'v ever seen, from pure walnut root (not the tree, the root! I didn't even belive it myself). I think we are going to be happy.

I think I'm going to finally have place for all the LP-s, old video casettes, and cd-s too.

I'm buying a new washing machine, and some kitchenware, like a mixer, and an iron wok. And I'm going to clean up the whole flat, while listening to some Dir en Grey again.

I haven't been to a cinema for... 4 month, or something. I miss the feeling, the sound of popcorn, the coolness and the dark.

I'm hiding in light again.

"What is alien by the daylight,
is waiting for you in the dark, well-known from the start.
Time foams, boils in the outside, but inside
something is not able to change.
Over the yard of declining years
the childhood moon is shining again,
there is no present, only past in disguise,
the old wound can't be healed ever."


It's from "Szé Versek 1996", a book I lost long ago, but I always will remember this poem.

The story is short, and really not so intresting: my old art teacher from high school had an exhibition of his paintings, and as I met him after so many years I just remembered where I kept my "homework drawings" from that period.

He gave us very intresting homework, but my favourite was when he asked for poem, or novel illustrations. For the poems I couldn't decide wich one to choose, since I read loads of poems that time, so I chose a buch of similar mood poems, and draw a girl, standing in golden lapels at the seaside, and looking at distant stars and the moon.

With sixteen years I knew everything about loneliness. With (almost) twenty-six I was getting to forget it, when the feeling (from nowhere) returned. And I'm not connecting to MSN, and cut the wire between myself and my PC. Hardly can talk to people on the phone. Abadoning my "friends and buisness partners", I don't feel like doing anything.

And that's good. That's good for one thing: in my loneliest, dissolving times I used my imagination as pen and paper.


(Thanks for Éva Rakovszky's poem.)