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Well..... Ihad it coming, right!? ^w^"
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Germany, Berlin
Current Mood:
calm calm
Current Music:
Star FM Maximum Rock Radio
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If an annoying acquaintance got spinach between his or her teeth or an embarrassing salsa stain, would you tell them or let them suffer in shame?


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I would tell him/her right away, because I find it outright disgusting to look at such an insanitary sight.
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StarFM Maximum Rock Radio
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If you ran the fortune cookie factory, what message would you make sure gets put in a cookie?

Submitted By [info]123ekaterina


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"If you have the time to read this message, you shall put it to a better use."

I mean seriously! What's the point in those fortune cookies anyways. They're usually telling you just things, that you already know, or which you'd like to read about yourself. They're lame.



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Germany, Berlin
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cynical cynical
Current Music:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tIaIB3r0pLI
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Hey folks! <3

I have to make a HUGE announcement. I finally started to write again and I'm not talking about fanfictions. Those are merely a hobby and a way to improve my skills. Not, that I don't enjoy writing fanfictions, though. But what I'm talking right now is, that I eventually started to write my own stories again. Stories where everything from the plot to the scenery and characters are MINE. >insert evil laughter here<.
I used to write for a small publisher in the homoerotical genre, but that didn't satisfy me. SO, I became a beta-reader for the young authors who tried to get their stories published by that publisher and were refused. The publisher sent me dozens of stories so far and as I read through them, the need started to grow again. First it was just a spur, a short, angry thought. "I should start to write again, to show those kids, how it should be done!" Not that I am THAT confident in my skills. I just knew, I am at least better then them. But as the stories were piling up and I started t find more and more really talented newbies among those loads of half-ass-ed main-stream fails, the need to write was finally aroused to a point, where I just didn't cared anymore. I didn't care about my vow not to write seriously until I finished studying and just started. Oh, what a delight, what a pleasure it was! It wasn't that dirty kind of pleasure one has, when writing porn, which had grossed me out enough to stop writing porn at all, except for fanfictions. It was the sweet sensation, one only gets, when a stories is flowing out of his mind, filling all of ones senses, causing one, to forget the whole world at least until one finished the chapter. It's still a pretty unprofessional story and somehow still rough around the edges, but in my mind it's already developing, becoming clearer, fuller.... real.
At this state I just had to start again. I knew I won't be able to live without it again. I'm an addict and I don't care.
I had an anonynom, when I wrote porn. It's the same anonynom I use here and in every other community, I joined so far. But I don't think this anonynom fits my new stories well enough. It's the anonynom of a smut-writer, a creator of porn. Not that I am ashamed of that anonynom. I'm quite proud of the porn, I produced so far. It's just, that the me writing porn and the me... seriously writing are two completely different persons. So, I created a new anonynom, a new me. A me, that only exists to write.
That me is "Christie P. Elyod". I congratulate those, who find out the meaning behind this name. I just say as much as this name is created referring to three authors, which are my most favourite of a certain genre. "Christie" even has an own web domain: christiepelyod.weebly.com
Take a look sometime. I will upload some of my shorter creations there and will put up links to my longer works. And I start right now. Introducing to you the creation, the story, that originally caused the necessity ot Christie P. Elyod's birth:
 

Workname: "Red Moth and Blue Fire" (in short RMaBF)
 

short description )



For the beginning I will post its chapters here on my LJ. But as soon as I found out, how the best way would be, all chapters will be moved to the domain. Until then. you can still use the domain, to keep track of the chapters, since I will still post other things here on LJ, too. So if you want to know which chapter you haven't read so far. Go onto the domain and use the link to find the chapter. Of course you can also visit the domain, to read my short stories. There will be several short stories revolving around the characters of RMaBF, since every carakter there has its own little story to tell. <3

I'd be glad, if you could leave some feedback there, using the contact form on the homepage. Well then. That's it for now. The Prologue will be posted in the next entrie.

~Cherio folks!

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Berlin
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cheerful cheerful
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Materiality. Material Force. Material temptation; sometimes obsession

The Devil is often a great card for business success; hard work and ambition.

Perhaps the most misunderstood of all the major arcana, the Devil is not really "Satan" at all, but Pan the half-goat nature god and/or Dionysius. These are gods of pleasure and abandon, of wild behavior and unbridled desires. This is a card about ambitions; it is also synonymous with temptation and addiction. On the flip side, however, the card can be a warning to someone who is too restrained, someone who never allows themselves to get passionate or messy or wild - or ambitious. This, too, is a form of enslavement. As a person, the Devil can stand for a man of money or erotic power, aggressive, controlling, or just persuasive. This is not to say a bad man, but certainly a powerful man who is hard to resist. The important thing is to remember that any chain is freely worn. In most cases, you are enslaved only because you allow it.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.


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I just found  a news article of the Times in the internet. It's from Aug 04 2009.

Manly it is about a simple murder trial, which lead to the "most radical shake-up of Japanese justice since the Second World War".

"The country’s first jury trial since the general public was ejected from the justice system by the country’s military government in 1943" was held in the Tokyo District Court.

read the whole article here )

 

Apart from the fact, that I'm personally pretty happy about this, since I think the world of the jury system, it also caused a quite non-political track of thoughts in me. Because I've heard something similar not so far in the past, actually. It was not in a newspaper or a bulletin, it was in a game: "Ace Attorney: Apollo Justice". When I read this article I thought: "Hey, didn't something similar happen in  that game? A simple murder trial, which shook up the whol justice system, because it was the first jury trial, since ages. I wonder, if Capcom took this trial as a reference.."

And then it hit me. The Game was actually published on Apr 12 2007. So, there was no way, tha Capcom could have used this trial from Aug 04 2009 as a reference. But how come that such a huge coincidence happened!?

There are only two posibilities:

1. Capcom had foreseen these events and used them in there game to be up-to-date even in 2009.
2. Capcom had used the game as an indirect criticizm to the Japanese justice system and was that succesful with it, that it caused an uproar big enough to force the gouvernment to change the system.

 

I don't know which posibility is the more alarming one...


 


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Germany, Berlin
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enthralled enthralled
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none
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Well, I just finished my internship last week. Now, I'm anxious of what will follow...

First I will search for a job. I need money and the aprenticeship I want to start, starts in oct 2010 first. So all I can do, is searching for a job till then. Somehow I feel like in the calm before the storms. It's not because of my aprenticeship, but of some kind of premonition. Something will happen. I'm sure of that. Also, I'm sure it will change my current life dramatically. Whether to the better, or the worse, I don't know and that's what makes me anxious. I have the feeling I've used up all of my luck until now. I stumbled. I fell. I almost died four times until now. But always I was able to stand up again. Why is it, that I just can't give up. I can't lay down and let it be. Always. Always when I felt a change approaching something happened to my life, that threw me around like a leave in the wind. I don't know, where I will land this time. But I will handle it, like I always do. Just take it as a given and do the best with it. I honestly hope, that there's still a droplet of luck left over for me. Though I wouldn't complain if it isn't that way. After all I had so much luck in my life until now, it would be greedy, if I'd asked for more.




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Germany, Berlin
Current Mood:
anxious anxious
Current Music:
kenny chesney - better as a memory
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What's your favorite dessert?


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Strawberries!!!!! >XD

Strawberries with whipped cream, with chocolate sauce, in a cake, with sugar, in milk, with other berries, in slices, in whole fruits,....

 

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at home
Current Mood:
amused amused
Current Music:
In Un'altra vita
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What song would you choose as the theme song for your life?


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There's no song in particular, since life is one of the most complex situations one could geit onself into. But I'd wrote a song about one of the... well, kind of, main themes of my life.

Pushing on
by Mei Ilan

Live is a ladder
Neverending spokes ahead of you.
You keep climbing
Not really knowin', what awaits you.

You meet people
different faces on your way up.
Some join you.
Some are to slow to even catch up.

And everytime you step forward
You tramp down someone else.
There's no time to be a coward.
There's hardly even time to be yourself.
Always look at the future
And never dare to turn back.
When you look over your shoulder
You see corpses.
You've paid corpses as fee for your success.

I don't regret.
I keep chanting this prayer.
and put on another mask
on a crumbling layer.

I always smile,
Convincing myself, that I'm happy.
Ignoring my grief
I tell myself I should be happy.

And everytime you step forward
You tramp down someone else.
There's no time to be a coward.
There's hardly even time to be yourself.
Always look at the future
And never dare to turn back.
When you look over your shoulder
You see corpses.
You've paid corpses as fee for your success.

And everytime you step forward
You tramp down someone else.
There's no time to be a coward.
There's hardly even time to be yourself.
Always look at the future
And never dare to turn back.
When you look over your shoulder
You'd regret it.
  And join the corpses as fee for someone's success.

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at home
Current Mood:
contemplative contemplative
Current Music:
Kristof Gavin Charakter Song
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It's Tax Day in the U.S., a day when the mind might be too occupied with deductions and long lines at the post office to think about poetry. But let's try: what's your favorite line of poetry? Song lyrics count.


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Kinderkreuzzug

 

In Polen, im Jahr Neununddreißig
War eine blutige Schlacht
Die hatte viele Städte und Dörfer
Zu einer Wildnis gemacht.

Die Schwester verlor den Bruder
Die Frau den Mann im Heer;
Zwischen Feuer und Trümmerstätte
Fand das Kind die Eltern nicht mehr.

Aus Polen ist nichts mehr gekommen
Nicht Brief noch Zeitungsbericht.
Doch in den östlichen Ländern
Läuft eine seltsame Geschicht.

Schnee fiel, als man sich's erzählte
In einer östlichen Stadt
Von einem Kinderkreuzzug
Der in Polen begonnen hat.

Da trippelten Kinder hungernd
In Trüpplein hinab die Chausseen
Und nahmen mit sich andere, die
In zerschossenen Dörfern stehn.

Sie wollten entrinnen den Schlachten
Dem ganzen Nachtmahr
Und eines Tages kommen
In ein Land, wo Frieden war.

Da war ein kleiner Führer
Das hat sie aufgericht'.
Er hatte eine große Sorge:
Den Weg, den wußte er nicht.

Eine Elfjährige schleppte
Ein Kind von vier Jahr
Hatte alles für eine Mutter
Nur nicht ein Land, wo Frieden war.

Ein kleiner Jude marschierte im Trupp
Mit einem samtenen Kragen
Der war das weißeste Brot gewohnt
Und hat sich gut geschlagen.

Und ging ein dünner Grauer mit
Hielt sich abseits in der Landschaft.
Er trug an einer schrecklichen Schuld:
Er kam aus einer Nazigesandtschaft.

Und da war ein Hund
Gefangen zum Schlachten
Mitgenommen als Esser
Weil sie's nicht übers Herz brachten.

Da war eine Schule
Und ein kleiner Lehrer für Kalligraphie.
Und ein Schüler an einer zerschossenen Tankwand
Lernte schreiben bis zu Frie . . .

Da war auch eine Liebe,
Sie war zwölf, er war fünfzehn Jahr.
In einem zerschossenen Hofe
Kämmte sie ihm sein Haar.

Die Liebe konnte nicht bestehen
Es kam zu große Kalt:
Wie sollen die Bäumchen blühen
Wenn so viel Schnee drauf fällt?

Da war auch ein Begräbnis
Eines Jungen mit samtenem Kragen
Der wurde von zwei Deutschen
Und zwei Polen zu Grab getragen.

Protestant, Katholik und Nazi war da
Ihn der Erde einzuhändigen.
Und zum Schluß sprach ein kleiner Kommunist
Von der Zukunft der Lebendigen.

So gab es Glaube und Hoffnung
Nur nicht Fleisch und Brot.
Und keiner schelt sie mir, wenn sie was stahln
Der ihnen nicht Obdach bot.

Und keiner schelt mir den armen Mann
Der sie nicht zu Tische lud:
Für ein halbes Hundert, da braucht es
Mehl, nicht Opfermut.

Sie zogen vornehmlich nach Süden.
Süden ist, wo die Sonn
Mittags um zwölf steht
Gradaus davon.

Sie fanden zwar einen Soldaten
Verwundet im Tannengries.
Sie pflegten ihn sieben Tage
Damit er den Weg ihnen wies.
 
Er sagte ihnen: Nach Bilgoray!
Muß stark gefiebert haben
Und starb ihnen weg am achten Tag.
Sie haben auch ihn begraben.
 
Und da gab es ja Wegweiser
Wenn auch vom Schnee verweht
Nur zeigten sie nicht mehr die Richtung an
Sondern waren umgedreht.

Das war nicht etwa ein schlechter Spaß
Sondern aus militärischen Gründen.
Und als sie suchten nach Bilgoray
Konnten sie es nicht finden.

Sie standen um ihren Führer.
Der sah in die Schneeluft hinein
Und deutete mit der kleinen Hand
Und sagte: Es muß dort sein.

Einmal, nachts, sahen sie ein Feuer
Da gingen sie nicht hin.
Einmal rollten drei Tanks vorbei
Da waren Menschen drin.

Einmal kamen sie an eine Stadt
Da machten sie einen Bogen.
Bis sie daran vorüber waren
Sind sie nur nachts weitergezogen.

Wo einst das südöstliche Polen war
Bei starkem Schneewehn
Hat man die fünfundfünfzig
Zuletzt gesehn.

Wenn ich die Augen schließe
Seh ich sie wandern
Von einem zerschossenen Bauerngehöft
Zu einem zerschossenen ändern.

Über ihnen, in den Wolken oben
Seh ich andre Züge, neue, große!
Mühsam wandernd gegen kalte Winde
Heimatlose, Richtungslose

Suchend nach dem Land mit Frieden
Ohne Donner, ohne Feuer
Nicht wie das, aus dem sie kamen
Und der Zug wird ungeheuer.

Und er scheint mir durch den Dämmer
Bald schon gar nicht mehr derselbe:
Andere Gesichtlein seh ich
Spanische, französische, gelbe!

In Polen, in jenem Januar
Wurde ein Hund gefangen
Der hatte um seinen mageren Hals
Eine Tafel aus Pappe hangen.

Darauf stand: Bitte um Hilfe!
Wir wissen den Weg nicht mehr.
Wir sind fünfundfünfzig
Der Hund führt euch her.

Wenn ihr nicht kommen könnt
Jagt ihn weg.
Schießt nicht auf ihn
Nur er weiß den Fleck.                                                    

Die Schrift war eine Kinderhand.
Bauern haben sie gelesen.
Seitdem sind eineinhalb Jahre um.
Der Hund ist verhungert gewesen.
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moody moody
Current Music:
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I wish all of you dozens of eggs!!! XD

the obligatory Phoenix Wright easter fanfiction )

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at home
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chipper chipper
Current Music:
"Leise pieselt das Reh" by Torfrock
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What is your favorite holiday-specific candy or treat?


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I like marzipan eggs the most... Well I always like marzipan the most! ^w^"


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at home
Current Mood:
sick sick
Current Music:
"Fukaki Mori no Naka" by Masanori Takumi (Claymore OST)
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Okay, today was just too much.
I have a slight cystitis, but I agreed to come to a little meeting of anime-fans in Berlin, nevertheless, since a good friend of mine wanted to see me. Also, she was bragging that I locked myself up at home for an entire week now. And telling her, that I just can't stand being around people, won't do at all. So I went to the meeting, despite knowing better.
And as predicted, the worst possible case occured. I had stressing encounters, to of them to be precise.
One was lingered with the sweet bitterness of a broken heart. Being on good terms with your Ex, also means to force yourself to hold back and smile even though you really want to cry and kiss her senselessly.

The other one was fuelling old hatred.
A former good friend, who let me down very badly and knows that, also knowing that I hate her for that to the depths of my soul, shouldn't be allowed to approach me and talk casually to me, as if nothing happened, right!? Especialy not, when I'm in a situation where I can't just bitch and dig my claws in her throat, without dragging everybody else around me down very childishly.

In the end I had seen my friend, but also got a teribble migraine, a disturbing depression and fever on top of that all.

I feel so worn-out, all of a sudden. Though my brain is still working on random and coming up with plot-bunnies almost every hour... since three FUCKING day, for Crist's sake. The lack of sleep is horrible, my eyes burn, from constantly staring at the monitor and I can't concentrate on any conversation, because mad plot-bunnies are violating my brain. *headdesk*

In those times I wish me some fluff, to at least soothe my soul. But, as we all know, fate hates me (or it is just a sadistic bastard). Of course I haven't found any good fluff at all. Aw~! Give my me fluff for the sake of my sanity. TT3TT
*wobbles away to search for more fluff*


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at home
Current Mood:
sore sore
Current Music:
Gyakuten Saiban 1-3 ~ Courtroom suit (orchestral version)
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Well, I've been absent for a long time again. I can't bring myself to post here regularly. I'm really very sorry for this. But I'll make up for it... somehow... one day... ach, whatever!

What happened?
I'm in school again. It's quite disturbing being the only 20+ in the class (except for the teachers, of course).
I'm single again.
My rats Reno and Rude died one after the other. But I've got two new rats, who first helped Reno getting over Rude's dead and then me getting over Reno's dead. Their names are Tseng and Verdot. They are castratos and totally gay for each other. at least once a week I hear their cage rattle, when they're humping each other. Pervy little rodents!
I've got a new obsession: Ace Attourney!!! Whether it's Phoenix Wright, or Apollo Justice, I like both arcs. My favourite charakters are: Hobo!Phoenix (Hr~! I like me some stubbles! >:]), Miles Edgeworth (Frills for president!!! XD), Dick Gumshoe (The bear!!! *^*) Machi Tobaye (so huggable! :3), Wocky Kitaki (Mister "Huggabl No. 2"! X3), Apollo Justice (I so would eat him up alive! >:3), Klavier Gavin (Rock-star or not, this guy's music! X]), Kristoph Gavin (Oh, I have so totally the hots for good-looking, twisted genius'! °Q°). And I don't like: DARYAN CRESCEND!!! Piss off, you cheap excuse of a best friend!!! >:O
*cough* Ur~... well... nevermind! ^3^"
Till next time!


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Ich bin ja seit neuestem Fan von www.geocities.jp/himaruya/hetaria/index.htm.

Dazu fand ich jetzt bei Youtube ein Video, dass ist wirklich so wunderschön, dass es mich zu Tränen rührt. Ich erkläre da nix groß zu. Die, die APH kennen, wissen um wen es da geht, alle anderen werden es trotzdem süß finden!^^


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at home
Current Mood:
melancholy melancholy
Current Music:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bx9oznO_SlA&feature=PlayList&p=CC7F97B45A4DA319&i
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Ich habe mir Anfang dieses Jahres vorgenommen dieses Jahr noch meine erste homo-erotische Novelle zu veröffentlichen. ich habe es jetzt endlich geschafft mit dem eigentlichen Schreiben zu beginnen. Ich plane die Story in zwei Sprachen zu veröffentlichen: Deutsch und Englisch. Hier ist erstmal die deutsche, unüberarbeitete Version des Prologs, damit man sich schon mal ein Bild von meinem Schreibstil und dem Inhalt der Story machen kann.

Prolog )

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at home
Current Mood:
working working
Current Music:
Lacrimas Profundere - Again it's over
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What time of day is best? Why?

Submitted By [info]adosthebitty


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It is the twilight, the time where the day hasn't really decided whether its dark or not. The almost-light at that daytime is so soothing and gives you that special feeling, that you're alone on the world and don't fell uncomfortable with it.
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at mum's laptop
Current Mood:
nostalgic nostalgic
Current Music:
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