Ninjas STILL can't catch you if you're on fire

I seem to have fallen into that same old trap of living life in such a chillax way that I a) completely lose track of time passing (see also: mistaking last Saturday for Friday and nearly missing a Skype date with Carmen) and b) thus completely failed at posting. A few things have changed since I last posted! Bangkok is not so much with the distressing FIRE FIRE FIRE now and the quick trip Dad and I made to town today was even filled with traffic, so it was almost like everything is somewhat back to normal again. He's back to work tomorrow, and I look forward to what tales he has to tell then (apparently back when Shit Was Going Down, some stray gunfire even hit the hotel-- like way up in the 32nd floor even. How the fuck some people were aiming is clearly not the question one is supposed to ask). I am torn between just ignoring Current Affairs for a while now, though I did like the fact that over 4,000 Bangkokians showed up to help clean the streets of the worst-affected areas downtown. It was totally heartwarming viewing, ngl, especially as Bangkokians often get a bad rep that is lobbed at capital city residents (though sometimes not exactly undeserved) for being selfish and occupied with their own problems over such community activities.
Still, I feel the need to link this vid as a reminder to myself as well just how utterly atrocious the militant Red leaders were (and how awful Thaksin is, which is like a given though). One is still in hiding, afaik, and may he be smoked out like the filthy rat he is. "Bangkok Ablaze"-- it even has English subs, so that you may be horrified as well!

I will try to make either a long overdue picsss post or a TV/book/fanfic rec post soon, because if there is something I have been doing a lot of, it has been watching TV and reading (fic or otherwise). And tweeting, actually. Having a handheld mobile does wonders for my usage of Twitter, as it is perfect for those times when TV is boring me, but I am far too lazy to actually get out of my fantastically comfortable chair, walk up the stairs and switch on the computer.

Another thing that I have started is my BB art, which of course is due as a rough draft on the 1st of June. Lolol oh didn't I want to start earlier this time? Hee, oh well~~

Twenty-two! I am inching closer and closer to what seems to be legit adulthood, though obviously there remains a long and winding road ahead of me and the fact that I in all seriousness have no real idea of what I will be doing beyond the following two weeks (besides apparently get a driver's license, come hell or high water. AAAUGH do not want). I would've thought that the idea of having time to chill, go to the gym and maybe brush up on my written Thai, my French or maybe learn Japanese/Mandarin would be the Best Thing Ever, but in actually I am wracked with occasional fits of anxiety about my future and not having anything fix in terms of internships or job prospects. Everyone I know keeps telling me to get the fuck over myself, and I am trying to do so. Today I thankfully had the healing power of TONY MOTHERFUCKING STARK and Iron Man 2, made even better then usual by being viewed in the SFX Cinema's cushy First Class seating (Ma doesn't care about the extra price because she can sleep more comfortably in these XD). They're giant reclining "velvet" La-Z-boys and you get a blanket and your popcorn + choice of drink brought to you by the staff. And when you have the apparent bladder of a pea (either the movie was hella long or I drank way too much today), the staff even run to hold the doors open for you when you try to subtly sneak back into the cinema ahh awkward. The movie itself was tremendously fun with oodles of little shout-outs and details (PEOPLE WHO HAVE SEEN IT COME SQUEE WITH ME IN THE COMMENTS), though woweee do enormous amounts of shit blow up in spectacular ways in this one. Also, I need to see it again for the sole reason so that I can find out what happened in the bits I missed on my bazillion toilet breaks lol.

SINGAPORE:
GENERALLY AWESOME, WITH SPRINKLES OF FUCK YEAH but also a dash of "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU--" though that was mostly due to Mindshare leading me on, the fuckers. Moar on a post to come soon! OH AND hemlocke is a darling and "so cuuuuuuuuuuuuute~~" as Ma and our two neighbors kept informing me ♥

Thai politics:
Watching the local news and reading the newspapers keeps making me angrier and angrier. This has quickly left the realm of "protesting" and is flirting with domestic terrorism-- the reds are clearly starting to lose their collective shit and are acting even more erratic than usual. I mean, as if the home-made sharpened bamboo street barricades and unauthorized car and bag checks that they'd force on random people weren't enough (of course, people who said no were either beaten up or had their cars smashed or otherwise fucked up until they agreed), they have now twice barged into Chulalongkorn hospital and interrupted medical proceedings and obstructed ambulances carrying actual sick people because "the vehicles/the hospital could have been used to harbor soldiers" who would be readying themselves for a strike against the reds. Or the time they forced the BTS Skytrain into a standstill by throwing tires up the stations because the trains could also have been used to transport soldiers into town. Or one of my favorite bits of idiocy-- handing out multi-colored shirts for the reds to wear in Ratchaprasong intersection to "confuse" the soldiers if they were to come and make them disperse. HMMMM PEOPLE NOT WEARING RED WHO ARE SOMEONE STILL IN THE TOTAL AND UTTERLY RED ZONE THAT IS GUARDED AND CLOSED OFF? HMMM WHO COULD THESE PEOPLE BE HMMM :| AND OF COURSE, tonight's expanded news that some of them tried to lob RPGs at fucking WAT PHRA KAEW? Thank the higher powers the fuckers missed the temple itself, but this is just a further example of how low these people have sunk. You just plain don't pull shit like that, you don't. Ma and I met with some of her ex-colleges today and of course the topic veered to this, and it was very amusing and awesome to also hear the latest rumors about our fugitive criminal Squareface, who apparently has some really fucked up prostate cancer at the moment and might be dead or dying soon?? Cue fantastically frank comments like "I'll believe the fucker is dead when I see his body", "well given the number of people who must be cursing him daily, it couldn't have happened sooner" and "I saw this famous mystic say on TV that she had a vision of the gods of death coming for him!". Bwaaah! I just ~can't wait to see what happens next here ughhhh and of course our police men are hugely incompetent because the majority are "watermelons" themselves (green on the outside, RED on the inside). And we're flying back to Chiang Mai tomorrow which of course is another bastion of red (Squareface's hometown), ahhhhhh .___.;; /RANT

Red, red, red. Fuuuuck. I've been reading along with the current happenings back home, and words and adequate emotional reactions are failing me. I mean, how many new ways can you react to news of escalating violence, and clashes that end in 21 dead and over 800 injured? I know that life still goes on alongside the protests, and that there shouldn't be this picture that the ~entire city is swamped in protesters and under total anarchy (because it isn't!)-- but what worries me is that the Redshirts won't fucking move. They've been here a month, after all. And even if the House does dissolve and new elections occur, well who's gonna bet that they'll be counter-protests from the Yellowshirts? All the same fuckery over and over again, and what is the result? The entire country is divided, suffers and takes hit after hit on our reputation and our credibility overseas. I have absolutely no idea how we'll get out of this fucking quagmire :|

Some articles from the Bangkok Post (I was on The Nation's site too, but holy fucking shit every second article there has like 5 typos and grammatical errors. What the hell, ONE OF BANGKOK'S MAIN ENGLISH LANGUAGE PAPERS? "Hepatatis" and "bloods"-- seriously? And oh btw, apparently the blood that the Redshirts ~symbolically spilled in front of parliament/Abhisit's house/etc? Some were tested to have had Hepatitis A, B, C and some were HIV positive. Ugh.)
Govt weights earlier dissolution
Civic groups, scholars call for peace talks (Yeah, we'll see if this happens!)
Fatal clashes drive businesses to despair (Such a melodramatic headline.)
Redshirts raid hospital, take bodies of fallen (WHAT THE FUCK)
Sad Thaksin: Let the Reds decide (ASSHOLE. ASSHOLE ASSHOLE ASSHOLE. As if he isn't the main instigator and puppetmaster behind all of this. For all that the core purpose of the Redshirts is sound-- to protest against the injustices against the poor perpetuated by the rich elite in Bangkok-- it is their persistence in trumpeting this fugitive criminal as their champion that makes me want to throw up in my mouth. His way of "solving" the problem, is and was throwing money at it and back when he was in office, making "quick-fix" populist policies that actually haven't really done much in the long-term. AND OH WAIT, WHAT'S THIS? Nepotism and fuckery and corruption, juuuust about like every other politician here.)

AND ON A SHALLOW NOTE, way to make me now hate a color I normally liked to wear. Am tempted to donate my snazzy Adidas jacket and red shirt-dress now. Or at least I should've left them at my grandparents as "Europe-only" wearable things.

And I haven't packed yet, but hey-- why deviate from my normal last-minute pattern, eh? Good thing we only have to leave from here at noon, so I still have time~~

Still, things I have done today:

UNO: Hate my roommate, who came back sometime late Sunday. I was all in a fantastic mood from choc fondue with Carmen and Hazel that we had at Marius' place and thennnnn. Argh. This woman needs to STOP USING MY FUCKING STUFF, and in such a blatant manner that it is puzzling and insulting. Does she want me to notice and freak out?? Fucking hell. IT'S NOT LIKE SHE HAS FIVE TOILETRY BAGS IN THE BATHROOM RIGHT NOW THAT ARE FULL OF STUFF. And I have reverted to my fallback position of PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE post-it notes, though I guess this is a bit aggressive, too? I was shaking so hard when I wrote it, though I don't know whether it was from rage or because it was cold in my room and I was tired XDD.


DOS: FINISHED MY YULETART IN TIIIIIIIME! Woo! This year, I am actually quite happy with what I managed to draw, and I really hope my recipient likes it, especially since they are a hella awesome artist themselves and I actually got super nervous the first time I saw who I got assigned for a second time (as my first one dropped out? Or something. Hmm). I got to use lots of colors too, which is always fun ♥

DREI: WATCHED THE NEWEST DEXTER EPISODE, "LOST BOYS". Two more to go, and I just can't wait! Fffffffuck me, the suspense in the last 15 mins of this episode were simply exquisite. I just love watching this series so damn much, and yelling at the screen as I watch is very satisfying, when my nerves aren't been wracked from all the ANTICIPATION and PLOT ♥. And speaking of Dexter, here be an awesome recipe how to make the famous blood-slides as lollies!. The pictures alone look fucking fabulous!

VIER: Watched some awesome vids, and now that I have to slowly start clearing out my tabs that have been open since foreeeeeeeeever, have some of the links! First off, "Capital G (True Blood)" by bop_radar. Eric! Godric! And a sexy, sexy song... guh ♥. Then there is "A House Inside of You (Supernatural)" by wistful_fever. Sam and Castiel, and a short but utterly effective and awesomely edited vid. I love the new angles on Castiel's face that you hardly see in most other SPN vids- it feels fresh and well, Misha Collins is hot as fuck, so there is also that.

AND SPEAKING OF MISHA: Here are pictures of Misha and mini!Castiel from that Collectormania con. TOO ADORABLE FOR WORDS, EEEEEEEEEEE ♥ ♥!!

FIVE: Surfed around randomly and found things like a website dedicated to all the shirts that the guys wear on The Big Bang Theory! There are some pretty tempting ones, I have got to admit~.


OH AND ONE MORE THING BEFORE I GO. So everyone's been making holiday card posts and I have been diligently adding my addresses because I sure love me some mail. I actually think that I have everyone's addresses already and don't need to make a post asking for them, unless I have somehow forgotten you or you are a new addition to the flist-- in which case, PM me your address and I shall add it to my ~~address book of Awesome. BUT! What I do want to do is the following: Most of you who've already received mail from me once know that I mainly communicate via awesome postcards. Well, now is your chance to specially request some! I have a giant stockpile of ones from our various European trips (Prague, Bratislava, Stockholm, Paris, North Germany and Münich, Zürich), ones I can run out and buy for Vienna/Salzburg (Any particular sights you want? NAME IT) and the random weird cards you get from the city freecard booths. I also should still have some good ones from Thailand and of course, the ones that I will be buying in Copenhagen. Basically, REQUEST away and save me the anguish of having to decide who gets what XDD I just know that mcollinknight wants a Copenhagen one of the Little Mermaid, right?

I have been back in Vienna since yesterday, and already what good and what fun I have experienced so far (to be mentioned later) simply pales in comparison to the shitshow that is my roommate. I don't know if it is the fact that I have become soft, accustomed to cleanliness and hygienic surroundings when I was in Bangkok, or maybe the fact that even the four odd months I still have left til (hopeful) graduation suddenly seems like forever or some other reason, but already I am feeling this low-grade, constant thrum of anger and rage towards her. How can someone bear to live in such a hell-hole? Why must I too be dragged into living like this? We fucking have tiny insects whirring around the common room areas now! I don't even know where to start in cleaning things there up, especially with the knowledge that it'll all go to shit soon again anyways (not to even mention I still have to clean up my own room after three months of dust and absence). And the kicker is that this status is even the "cleaned up" one. Because, if she is to be believed, she also 'had just arrived for a two days' before I did... yet that was enough time to throw the sort of party that has left weird purple markings on the floor that won't go away and a veritable pile of trash that was the first thing I saw after arriving home, after a 12+ hour flight (yay for flight delays ugh).

I hate her, I despise every single goddamn fiber of her being-- she could be a saint on the sly and I wouldn't give a fuck, and I honestly wish she would one day leave and never, ever come back. Ma tells me that I have only two options: confront her or just simply move out. The latter is not an option at the moment, and I already know how the former will end (= not successfully), but I guess I should try again the next time I see her. I wish I could be direct to her, give her the laundry list of her sins that I have been compiling since early 2007, but part of me is wary of the fact that she could very well make my life hell, or just ignore it and increase the filth (since it so obviously doesn't faze her as much as me) and I probably couldn't deal with it, not with the close quarters that we are living in.

One day, I will live alone, and it will be awesome and fantastic and this will just be a smudge on the reminiscences of my university days. Though I guess I am forever ruined on cohabitation, thanks to this. Never again, no fucking way. EVERYONE WHO HAS NICE HOUSE OR ROOMMATES, COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS.

But still, in conclusion: HATE HATE HATE


...........and I miss Carmen ;_;

#1 "Now I am quite positive that you are using my toiletries willy-nilly, as they are always scattered throughout the bathroom instead of where I usually put them (like my razor), or suddenly empty, like the La Roche-Posay face wash I use that you also now have suddenly acquired two different tubes of. How nice to know that we both have oily skin, and that using MY STUFF helps you so much, Miss I Have Chanel and Shishedo Products Lining The Bathroom Shelves! BUT what kind of alarms me is the thought that my towels are the only ones in the bathroom currently, and that you never really seem to have a face towel. I really hope you're the type of person who just takes them into their room!"

#2 "While I should be quite used to the ...wonderful things you share with me in the bathroom, I must say that your uh, blood-smeared or otherwise stained thong lying in a puddle face up on the bathroom floor is always something that I wish I never would have to see. Do you have issues accepting the fact that you get a period? Do you seriously run out of pads/tampons?? And don't you realize that if you can tell that even when I leave the dorm, I do eventually come back and also have to use the bathroom??"

#3 "Admittedly, you seem to not be committing heinous crimes in the kitchen area yet, I mean, it's still dirty as fuck, but I am avoiding that by spending the least amount of time there and eating simple things like SALAD and FRUITS and okay, POP TARTS in my room, but I figure that it's just a matter of time before something is rotting again. BUT. Another thing that normally I wouldn't even think should be worth mentioning, BECAUSE NORMAL PEOPLE DON'T DO THESE THINGS and yet you keep doing this OVER AND OVER is the following: Just sticking your used wads of chewing gum on the kitchen sink OR the cloth towels to wipe the dishes is not the correct way to throw gum away. IT DOES NOT DISAPPEAR. Or maybe the fact that I eventually scrape it away because it grosses me out constitutes 'disappearing' for you, I can never tell."

#4 "STOP FORGETTING TO LOCK THE FUCKING OUTER DOOR WHEN YOU COME BACK DRUNK AND HORNY WITH YOUR FUCKBUDDY/BOYFRIEND. SERIOUSLY. LOCKS ARE YOUR FRIEND. I do not want to have to have to actually LOCK MY inner door as well every night, jesus christ this is the FOURTH TIME you have forgotten to do so, IS IT TOO MUCH TO ASK."
I forsee myself snapping again soon, and the return of the passive aggressive sticky notes. O god how I despise her!! Go away go away go awayyyyyyyyyyyyyy D:

Dearest fellow group members of my UE-PR,

Words cannot fully describe the extent to which I am currently yearning to collectively throttle each and every one of you (though some of you more harder than others), run your lifeless corpses through some kind of shredding machine and feed the rest of you to hordes of wild dogs, cats or pigs. OR HIT YOU ALL HARD ENOUGH UNTIL CANDY STARTS COMING OUT, I truly can't decide!

How lovely of all of you to spend the week being okay with our initial group method of newspaper article analysis to uncover the public/media opinion on Favoriten, but now suddenly decide that, wait-- READING AND CATEGORIZING ARTICLES IS HARD! And what's easier and ~less of a hassle~ than reading stuff online? STREET INTERVIEWS! Three per person! Eighteen in total to give us a TOTALLY conclusive picture of the whole thing, sure! Pull the other one, fuckers. And where are your questions and ideas for the length of this supposedly easy questionnaire? Where is the barest sign of having thought about this for more than 'hurf durf talking to people is coooool :B'?? Talking to people on the street SUCKS. It is a fucking hassle and they don't want to be disturbed and you eventually feel like a giant DICK for having to and jesus christ. It's one thing to legitimately have a problem with Media analysis, but please, give me a better reason than 'it's such a hassle', and then go for a method that IS JUST AS BAD, AND ALL THE OTHER GROUPS ARE DOING, which would give Teach an ever better reference point to compare us with. And then she'll see that this was just a ploy because everyone is a lazy sad fuck. I mean, I don't want to expend so much effort either, BUT GIVE ME A BREAK.

And why am I the only one writing long emails trying to get people to discuss things? Is this some giant cultural divide in how people use fucking written correspondence nowadays?? I am already about 80% sure that they are all skimming my mails, which is why I am that jackass who BOLDS, ITALICIZES and UNDERLINES key passages because I am sorry to say that my collective impression of my groups intellects' is about level to that of a kindergarten classes. At least the kids would be willing to do things!

IN CONCLUSION: PLEASE DIE, I HATE ALL OF YOU AND WHAT YOU WILL BE DOING TO WHAT IS SUPPOSED TO BE ANOTHER 1ER FOR ME IN PR. DIE IN A FIRE D:<

FUCK I FAILED METHODEN DER SOZIOLOGISCHEN FORSCHUNG. FFFFFFFFFFFFUCKSTICKS. Another 5! Dammit dammit fucking shit dammit, now I have to find some other random elective exam to take, fuck fuck fuck I wonder why I failed, I was actually quite confident. WHY AM I APPARENTLY SO STUPID. I wonder what Carmen had. Ahh. GODDAMN YOU UNI, I JUST NEEDED THIS LAST ELECTIVE TO BE ALL DONE WITH THE WAHLFÄCHER. Now I have to find some other random elective to do and just. More time, more effort and just. EFFFFFF.



Now I have even more of a reason to drown my sorrows in the internet. FUCK CLEANING AND UNPACKING AND EATING, I HAVE OTHER THINGS TO DO.