Fear of the dark

Doesn't everybody some times get the feeling they're being watched? Especially when you're all alone in the dark, there seems to be something there. Why? Is there anybody out there? Or is that just the someone in there trying to make contact?

When you're alone, all you have is yourself, obviously. Is that what we fear, being alone so long that we have to face our own shit and see ourselves in the mirror? Or is there something else lurking, the christian Devil or the Daemons of the past, waiting for an opportunity to seize you into the underworld? 

Personally I think every demon is just another aspect of your personality, another fragment of the person you are. But even knowing this, I fear sometimes. When I am all alone in the dark, I get goosebumps and turn on the light again. Is darkness the only mirror where we can see our true selves?

Travel Fever

Ok, so I'm going off backpacking to Asia after New Years, and the more I read about the countries I'm going to, the more exited I get! My friend and I are going to India, China, Vietnam and Japan (or that's what we're planning anyways), so the more I read, I'll tell you interesting facts about the different countries.

Fun fact about China: the over 1 billion inhabitants share only 3000 surnames. There are actually 90 million people with the surname Li! Must be so confusing ...

Women of the world

Why is it we never hear of the crazy women? I mean, we hear of the real crazy ones, the ones locking up their men and eating the children, but I'm talking about the everyday crazies. In the romantic movies the women always has her faults, but none too serious. She may overreact, but not overly-much. And the dream prince, and I might say her friends, always forgive her in the end. That's not the real world, people!

In the real world, unfortunately, you stumble across women totally out of the grasp of ordinary logically thinking human beings. These women are manipulative, but in a stealthy way so you won't notice. They use their tears to feed their need for sympathy and to get their will. But of course, they "hate always starting to cry". They overreact to tiny things, a small remark or simply a conversation they're not in. They use their "fragile spirit" to gain power and control the minds of the people around them. They suck out the energy of their friends and boy/girlfriends and their friends. They rule by dividing and divide by using their watery eyes and sad, pouting face.

These women are dangerous! They can ruin perfectly fine friendships and bonds between people and never being corrected because people fear they might start crying. If a friend of you is battling one of these, be there for him/her. You'll need more than one person to bring down these snakes.

And on the 6th day, Pink Floyd gave us the hookah<3

Oh, the joys of the water-pipe! First of all: nobody really knows how bad this kind of smoking is for you. Some say one session is like one cigarette, others say one inhalation is like 100 cigarettes. I don't think any of these statements are correct, simply because the hookah tobacco contains different shit than cigarettes. Just to get it straight: SHISHA IS NOT POT! It is nicotine-fruit-molasses. Yum!

So, anyways, there are of course different shishas (yes, that's the tobacco). There is the kind without nicotine, the one with itsy-bitsy nicotine (like 0.05%) and the normal one with 0.5% nicotine. I don't really know how much nicotine a cigarette contains. Anyone? So you get the evil nicotine into your lungs, which is of course bad, and there's the added moisture from the water the smoke goes through. But the good thing is that you're free of all the horrible added stuff in cigarettes, and the tar is absorbed by the water and thus escaped your lovely lungs. Huzzah! :D

It is not healthy, no kind of smoking is, but I think it is one of the better kinds of smoking (of course there is no proof of this, but when I die I shall have my lungs examined, so we'll see then ;-)). If you have a little hookah, you can bring it anywhere, nothing is better than a little lung-cancer a fine day in the park, and drinking and smoking is HIGHLY recommended. Wee!

So go try it, apple shisha is great, and have a go at the Nakhla Mixed Fruit and Pineapple shishas. Enjoy!

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

So I decided to read Frankenstein, as all half-intelligent human beings should once in a lifetime. Guys ... there's a reason it's famous! That said, I must say it at times was rather tedious and loooong. I guess back in those days (1818) that was the norm, so I'll live and it survives on the fact that it's nearly two-hundred years old.

Still, it was a really good story. It had it's dozage of action, love (although not romance) and hatred. I liked the monster Frankenstein, although the way he behaved certainly in some degrees was mysterious considering previous acts (one does not turn evil THAT fast ... or can we?), but he was sweet and certainly put some thoughts out there. The old and worn "is it our up-bringing or our DNA that decides what we turn into?", the usual "Can humans ever look beyond the skin and bones and realise the TRUE person underneath?" and the interesting "are humans monsters and the Frankensteinmonster more human that any of us?".

Nothing's as good as a book that makes you think!

In the beginning there was Pink Floyd ...

... and Pink Floyd is the God over all gods. That was all for now.