holiday photos :’D

Because I need a post with pictures of me so I can link them.

London MCM Expo, October 25th

Yes, even I went there. On Saturday. Dressed as Konan from Naruto. Ah, cosplay. (Though remind me to never, ever use hairspray ever again and stick to wigs. Washing all that stuff off and my hair after…Ugh.)

It was pretty cool, my friend Marina came with me as black-haired Ino. The most memorable part of the whole expo for me is probably the queue, where everyone was about 3-or-4-file, and it still took about half an hour to get to the END of it. It went all the way around the Excel building. (Suprisingly enough, it didn’t take much more than an hour to get to the front of it.)

I’m a very, very stupid person, going in cosplay and not getting a picture of myself. I’ll have to ask around xD.

There is one picture, where I was in an Akatsuki gathering shot. So far it’s the only one I found, and thanks to me messing around with my blue hair (the wind, the wind!) you can’t even see my face. Well, that’s okay.

[[For any expo go-ers, I was the only Konan there...That had a fan. The blue flowery fan.]]

The Samurai Dream, for lack of a better title

So; I was in a treehouse that was built in a Sakura tree. Night time. I climb out of the treehouse, and a Samurai follows me (if you know what D.Gray-man is, he looks like Kanda).

Kanda Yuu, D.gray-man

We sit down next to each other in the long grass and instantly I know that we are lovers. He asks me to tickle him, so I do… There is a mug of milk on the floor. It suddenly falls over, and he stares at me in horror, like it was my fault. I instantly feel terribly guilty as he turns away and walks off into the horizon while I fall to my knees, sobbing, my long hair swaying in the wind. (For the record, in reality my hair is short.)

I walk into a bar, a severly depressed expression on my face. Sitting next to my friend Marina, I don’t hear a word she is saying because I have noticed from a window that Kanda is standing under another Sakura tree, glaring at me. Slowly, I walk out of the bar, and stand in front of him, trying to figure out from a psychological view what I should say.

In the end I stick with a long bow, saying “I’m really sorry”. He glances at me, unconvinced. “You can even cut my hair,” I add in a whisper. Here, Kanda smirks and brings out scissors from behind his back.

He didn’t get anywhere close to touching my precious, virtual hair because we sense something wrong. Both of us simultaniously turn and run to another area nearby. This time, it is day, a white cloudy sky, and a corn field.

I notice that we are now surrounded by the aliens from Chicken Little.  There are no swords nearby, so Kanda and I have to stick to using giant corn-on-the-cobs, which are unbelievably pointy. We fight ruthlessly, desperately… I stick my corn into one alien’s eye. He blinks a while, before his mouth spreads out into a wide, horrorful grin, and I hear the kind of music in the background that makes you want to scream.

My heart skips a beat, and I am awake.

Open People

Well, this is what happens in Kyrgystan, and pretty much any place that isn’t extremely civilised; it is inevitable that you will encounter the Open People.

Know that woman that randomly started talking to you on the bus, which made you look at her strangely? Or that guy on the street that kept staring at you? The Open People take it to a new level.

Just a normal person, walking down the street, and suddenly a red car pulls up full of blonde guys. “Hey, lady!” he sticks his head out of the car window. “Lady, come with us! Lets meet each other! We’ll have some fun! We’ll take you anywhere, wherever, even the  edge of the world if you want!” After a few blank stares, they take the hint and drive away.

++ Cookies, Imaginary Friends, etc. ++

Last night my little sister brought a packet of biscuits she claimed she liked. They were in a terribly fancy package, and looked like they had cost a lot. Upon opening – very carefully – I realised that it was only cookies! It seems that in Ukraine, they are worshipped as a delicacy. (Which is the way it should be.)

After sitting at the computer for some time, playing MMORPGs from my uncle’s accounts, it was time to sleep. Naturally, because of jet lag, I couldn’t, and neither could my sister (mentioned before). She’s 7, so I asked her if she had any imaginary friends. She was quiet for a bit before confessing that she had a roomful and that they were everywhere. Then, she introduced me to the awesome ‘Superfast’, who I am now (apparently) engaged to. Great.

Deciding to deviate a little, I told her all about my OC’s from fanfiction, presenting them as my ‘imaginary friends’. Then I made up a couple of nice vampires here and there, a dark elf in a mask… It was a long night.

Finally I felt sleepy and said goonight to her. But would she sleep, now that she was so happy? No way! So then I had to entertain her with a game of ‘Teen Titans’, in which she was beastboy, I was raven, and we fought a massive Koala named Vova. To be honest, it was fun.

++ I’m in Ukraine ++

It’s been some time since I’ve last visited this country. It has that strange ‘charm’ that so many seek, with horses on roads and barely any motorways. Most of my family on my father’s side reside here in an apartment, and so I was quite excited.

Maybe this trip has something else in mind for me though, as I can practically see the sparks of friction flying between my grandma and aunt. It seems they just can’t share my uncle properly, and now neither feel that they are in the right place. It’s getting to a hysterical point as my dearest auntie decides that dearest grandma should not be allowed to be around her four-year-old granddaughter.

Methinks it’s time that these people loosened up a little, recieved some pep talk and more importantly started to communicate rationally; you see, their war is somewhat private as there are kids around, so in effect they cannot talk it over.

Although on that note they’re doing quite an admirable job at pretending to like each other.

This isn’t the way I imagined my summer.