Saturday, August 29, 2009
11:30:00 PM
Sometimes I wish that someone in future would wish that he/she could talk to me (when I'm already dead)

And what a stupid big title to start with!... Well, I also liked them (big titles, not stupid titles), they're funny. Not that I meant to be funny. So... Anyways.

I'm gonna try to upload some pictures, but because my computer is still suffering from that bloody laptop disease, I'm not promising anything. I'll just save this regularly so I don't lose anything before posting.


I am in a great mood, because my window's open and the moon is shining a lot. I know, the moon doesn't shine, at all, but what the hell. It makes the night look darker.

About that title... I've absolutely nothing to add, it pretty much simplifies it. I mean, there are lots of people I'd like to have met, if I had the chance. I'd like to be one of those people to someone in future. It's a goal that makes perfect sense to me. Just today, I ended up wishing I had met Baudelaire. I don't think all of his thinkings were correct, but I do admire his work and guts. The same goes to other people, like Virginia Woolf. She was great, I'd say. So was Emilie Brontë. And a lot of other people. Joan of Arc, for example. Even though she was too much of a catholic for my taste.


So maybe that's what I wanna do of my life. Make it worth of someone remembering it in the future. If there's ever a future. Our kind is pretty much killing all our chances, or our descendents', which is the exact same thing.

Changing the subject, let's upload some pictures! God, this is gonna take a few centuries.


So, this is Epica. Well, at least, two of them.






















This is a guy's ear trying desperatly to block my attempts of taking pictures. Damn him! But poor thing, he must have felt really frustrated for not having hair at all in a place where every guy had longer hair than me.



















And this is Simone, again, with some other member (I'm sorry I don't know their names, but I really only care about Mark).
















And I'm gonna continue this on another post because I'm getting really tired of having to adjust the text with the images. Be right back.

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