Thursday, June 23, 2011


Her green eyes flickered upward, meeting his gaze with a stone-cold look upon her. In her hands she held a small stuffed teddy bear, much like the redheaded doll she still kept over waist, tied securely by a string. Though her lips were parted, the girl did not say one word. She waited for his input, a silent barrier placed between them. Dragon wanted to examine her, read her pages just as she read his own. But he couldn't. All he could focus on was the there long scars across her face and the dried up blood at the front of her baby blue dress, and he wondered if she too was looking at the burns on his face and the newly acquired bruise over his eye.

“Here's your coffee,” the waitress spoke, forcing Dragon to crash back to the scene. He blinked around, the diner fading back to his conscious. It was early in the morning, breakfast time. Faceless figures floated inside, each speaking loud enough that their ears could listen to nothing else but their own voices. The blonde girl—Dream—sat in front of him like a lifeless little thing. She had never turned away. Not once.

“Oh, does the little lady want anything?” the waitress asked with a small smile, turning to Dragon.

Suddenly, like a wandering ghost at midnight, Dream spoke with a startling, and yet a monotone voice. “She's not very hungry right now.”

The waitress blinked and turned to Dragon. When no answer came, she was pulled away, leaving behind Dream and Dragon with every ghost between them lingering above them.

That's when Dream's hand shot forward across the table, and just as Dragon was about to leap away and reach for the knife hidden away in his belt—he stopped. Dream was not moving again.

“My name is Dolores,” she spoke, sweetly, simply. Her eyes were slightly wide, curious, her lips parted. She looked like a young child thrown upon a busy street and left to discover the world alone, nevertheless comforted with the feeling of going back home once she was done. For one reason or another, it brought a shiver down his spine. But Dragon knew better than to play against her.

Just as she tilted her head to the side, Dragon reached out and shook her hand. “I'm Alexander, Alex for short.”

“Lolita, then,” she stated as they pulled away. Dragon frowned when she saw Dream's faint smile, almost like she had planned every little answer. At the pause, Dream retreated her hands from the table and simply looked at him. It appeared like she was fiddling with something underneath the table, but Dragon could not see what exactly.

He decided to speak. “Lo-lee-ta. Strange. Is that really a name you want to go by?” he asked quietly, watching her carefully.

“I could say the same thing, Alex,” she answered, finally bringing her hand up and tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. She placed her elbows on the table, leaning forward and holding the teddy bear between her hands, “This is Aristotle—or Ari for those who furrow their brow. He's very pleased to meet the new companion.”

Dragon smiled again, although such smile did not reach his eyes. She'd gotten taller, stronger maybe. Much more scarred as well. Big wide eyes. Quivering lips. Small stuffed animal upon her hands. Blood on her dress. “How old are you, Dre—Lolita?”

“I've been thirteen for a while," she said, shyly looking down for a second.

“You look quite older.”

“My height is irrelevant.”

He chucked and turned to a waitress behind him, raising two of his fingers, “Two red velvet cakes, please.”

The waitress nodded and hurried away. When Dragon switched his attention back to Dream, he saw with surprise she was pushing the coffee cup back to him swiftly. And despite the noisy surroundings, a heavy silence fell between them. Dream looked at him with no expression, blinking slowly. At times she would glance around him and check the watch that hung over the counter, but she seemed to be pacing herself, waiting.

“How did you find me?” Dragon whispered, his fingertips touching the base of the coffee cup.

Dream kept her gaze fixated on him as she reached for a pocket in her blue dress and pulled out a small photograph. It was old, crinkly. She held it out for him above the table and Dragon took it without hesitation, turning it between his fingers to see it.

And his eyes bulged out from their sockets as he stared.

She was there. A hundred eyes staring out through just one pair, looking back at him. Her lips were parted, her body half turned to the photographer. Shades of gray colored the photograph, as it always had been with the woman in the image. She had a half smile upon her lips, something Dragon had only seen once in his life, and would never see again. “You found-”

“To the lighthouse,” Dream whispered just as a waitress approached them, settling down two creamy cakes and then walking away. “To the lighthouse. Spoken for so long. A distant dream, a memory, a safe place,” she reached for the desert and broke off a piece with her muddy fingers, “A nightmare.”

“Did you-?” Dragon could barely speak.

“It was an accident.”

“But you-”

“There were ghosts, but no spirits she said, and I believed her.”

“Why did you even-?”

“You talk a lot,” Dream paused as she slipped a piece of the cake past her pink lips, “Ask a lot. Sometimes all the questions you have would be answered if you just stopped and observed. It's not a difficult nor complicated thing.”

He gulped, his Adam's apple quivering as he struggled with words, “You found the lighthouse and now you've found me. What did you do?”

“I followed the ghosts,” she answered, speaking with measured patience as if she were giving directions to a young child, “You know that by now, Alex.”

He fiddled with the photograph, twisting and turning it between his fingers before slipping it into his pocket. “Is Arch and Le-?”

“You shouldn't ask about them,” Dream continued, taking another piece of her cake and popping it into her mouth, speaking as she chewed, “The dead don't appreciate lips like yours even speaking their name.”

He blinked slowly, deliberately. The dead. “What?”

In response Dream kicked her feet up slowly from under the table, gently nudging Dragon on his knee and smiling at him. He glanced down the table, past the white cloth, for a second, finding one of her feet was covered with a dark heavy boot, the other one coated in mud. “You gave her the same weapon that ended her,” Dream said and he looked up at her again. “She trusted those that would turn back to her with a smile and a blade.”

“What the hell did you do to her?”

“Everything you did to me.”


“Not my name, fucker,” she growled, her eyes narrowed as she gritted her teeth.

He stopped, his eyes wide. Who the hell is this girl? It could not be Dream. It couldn't. “What do you want from me?”

Her glare disappeared; it dropped down like a plate and shattered beneath her feet. She looked confused, troubled. Dragon couldn't be sure but it looked legit. “I'm not sure. I let you...I followed you...I...”

He could only guess now, “You agree with everything I've done?”

Dream could no longer bring herself to look at him straight in his eyes. Her eyes flickered to the coffee cup still at his fingertips.

He couldn't take it in. He was confused and lost and for once in his life he had no idea to where Dream was heading with all this. Legion and Archangel had never fully understood her in the time they had traveled together, but Dragon had always, always known every little thing that went through her mind. He had taught her half the things she always seemed to be rambling on about. In a way, he had constructed her from an already broken model, spitted out from the place that had made them all. Their own twisted version of a little infiltrator girl. That's what he had believed all this time.

Dream pushed the cup forward again, her fingers caressing over his own before she retreated, “Drink your coffee, Alex. You'll need the energy.”

He gripped the handle with his fingers, never looking away from her, “What will you do to me?”

“I don't want you dead,” she whispered, “I don't want anyone else dead.” She paused and brought her hands to Aristotle, “It's useless, and no one suffers from an eternal sleep.”

He didn't know what to think of her words, but just the promise of living another day to figure out what the fuck had happened with her or was going to happen convinced him. He took it in his hands and brought it next to his lips, sipping slowly and carefully. It didn't taste peculiar. Could she have somehow gotten a hold of a tasteless, odorless poison?

“Gulps. You have to finish it quickly,” she urged, nervously glancing around the diner. He lifted it up, draining the cup, until finally he stopped as something foreign flowed between his lips and into his mouth. A piece of paper rolled over his tongue, thick and solid, marked with the bitter taste of the coffee. He reached for it slowly-

And then the world shattered.

A heavy and sudden light flashed for a second, illuminating the diner from a corner, rushing through the window, right before an erupting sound of destruction followed. Dragon whirled around as the screams in the diner echoed over the sound of the explosion and shattering glass. A ball of flame from the other side of the street grew and devoured everything it could, leaving behinds the remains of a building. Dragon's heart leaped as he stood up, watching the screaming people as they ran in fear and confusion, all through out the diner and street, through the shattered window.

He whirled around as he remembered the paper held between his teeth and the young girl that had urged him to finish on time.

She was gone.

Her small, simple teddy bear sat calmly beside the empty coffee cup. Aristotle was unmoved, a glimpse of order in a growing chaos.

Dragon frantically reached for the paper inside his mouth. With trembling fingers, he unfolded the moist paper, wondering if the contents inside could be readable.

They were, but just barely.

What's it going to be then, eh?
735 Suite 24th street
April 28th
11 p.m

In the midst of the chaos, Dragon could hear the bellowing sound of the upcoming sirens as they rushed closer to the scene. He forced himself to breath, to think. He folded the paper, shoving it into his pockets and starting to take off. Just then, he caught sight of the stuffed animal and stopped, watching Aristotle sitting peacefully over the table.

In only took him seconds to consider this whole thing, all the while staring at the toy. Once again he was left with more questions than answers, all curtsey of the young, blonde girl he had thought would surely die inside the walls of screams.

Dragon took the stuffed animals in his hand and made a quick exit out the door. Paper, Ari, and photograph now in his possession, all gifts of the wandering Dream.

o.o' well...I'm lame >_>' Writing thingy I did a few months ago, part of a bigger story.

P.S: Not a real address O_o' don't be stalkin'

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Obsessions Part 1 - Cult Films O_o

Before anything: So I was thinking (for like five minutes Dx) the reason all these sequels for popular video games are getting pumped out and announced might just be because the industry figured "oh heiz, we're technically in a recession aren't we? Let's go with what we know, milk [insert cashcow franchise here] for all its worth, and avoid all flying rotten tomatoes thrown by our previously dearest fans."

Although that might just work for a few of them...

Gha, I really have no idea why this is suddenly sequel year(s), but this rationalizing thing might work to keep us all (or just me Dx) from stabbing 343 and the like >_>'

So anyways, it appears I've been lurking around reviews for bad movies for too long because my dad caught me talking about Cannibal Holocaust and immediately pulled a "first Showgirls and now this!? O_o" look on his face. Although on my defense, he didn't really object too much at me watching the latter film o.o

This obsession with cult films--or even just controversial films at that because the only reason I got to the whole "Pink Flamingos, Cannibal Holocaust, and anything else that makes insane men hurl" thing was because I was reading a list of banned movies in Wikipedia--has apparently proved deadly not to me but to friends of mine. For one thing, I didn't tell this dude I know to watch Cannibal Holocaust but he did it anyways and then came out with nightmares and the suspicion that the thing was secretly real >_>'. From what I heard, he isn't the only one in history to think so, since the film maker himself got thrown into court until he proved no one had actually died on the thing (except for the animals D:). I only managed to watch a clip at YouTube of the supposed real camera crew butchering a turtle before I went "wait--that turtle was real..."

Thank you, internet ._.
That was srsly my face

The Saw franchise might throw me into a laughing fit, but I couldn't get past the turtle in Cannibal Holocaust so I left it as that.

Still, I don't think it started with Cannibal Holocaust. Though I'm not sure this next one can be even labeled a cult film--seeing as how I think it was pretty successful when it came out--when my dad first mentioned Clockwork Orange when I was eleven years old I became obsessed with it. I wanted to know why it was such an ultra-violent film that was nevertheless praised, and even the poster made me wonder what kind of sick and twisted story it could have. I heard it had been banned for copycat violence in England I believe (might be wrong on this bit O.o) and that led me to find a film called the Warriors which truly was a cult film and had been banned in Boston (also for copycat violence).

(It was also around this point in time I learned about Lolita--both film and book, which, just like Clockwork Orange, I only got to read last holiday season).

Then Netflix put Showgirls on instant play and I asked my father if I could watch it, which he seemed perfectly fine with since he figured I might as well know good and terrible films (although he'd only rated Showgirls 3 stars there rather than 1, and I kind of agreed--although the rape scene and the resolution made me headdesk). Soon after I saw the Nostalgia Critic's review of The Room, and the rest is blurry memories of me trying to find out all about cult films while listening to Sweet Transvestite. 

My dad had showed me some of them so I managed to recognize a handful which were on my favorites like the Big Lebowski, Donnie Darko which I haven't seen YET but I have the DVD for, Plan 9 From Outerspace (which we saw one boring Saturday afternoon for the lulz :D), Blade Runner, Eraserhead (although this one I saw without his permission >_>' he wasn't too pleased xD), etc. Some--like Pink Flamingos--will only be in my knowledge because of the wonders of Wikipedia, and the rest that I haven't seen I'm hoping to watch for the pure, strange epicness.

I mean, I know a cult film can probably either be a lost gem or the shittiest thing in existence, but either way, my obsession with them shall continue 8D

On a side note, I just love how right next to the Cannibal Holocaust trailer on YouTube, right on the Related Videos part there was a "Ecuador Life at It's Purest!!" video.


yeah >_> There goes my home country's publicity.

~ Becky.

Monday, June 6, 2011


I don't think that's the correct mythology...


Omygodwhatifitsuckswhatifitdoesn'twhatifwhatifwhatif!!!!!???? DDDX


Seizure attack. I am such a fangirl.

Oh god 343......should I weep, cheer? D: What if they fuck it up? WHAT IF IT SUCKS?! GHAAAA!

Weep. Cheer...



Sunday, June 5, 2011

BBQ, First Impressions to the public, and tiny short thoughts on 3D films.

The BBQ at Gaby's house was actually pretty epic. There must have been at least 12 of us, and for the first couple of hours or so, most of us (not me, though. I can't seem to ever come near Wii games, not sure why) played Super Smash Brothers Brawl. There was a lot of screaming, so after a while Kitty, Gaby, Carol, and Natasha hid in Gaby's room and didn't allow anyone in. They let me at some point, but I was only there for a bit before I took a hat and a teddy bear wearing a Dave & Buster's shirt o.o'

There was a bit of walking around the neighborhood before that, although it was just me, Kitty, Gaby, Charlie, Marisela, and Grandpa. We found a cute little kitten that warmed up to us soon and started purring and walking around us as we pet her. Kitty was just having a lasting difficulty in trying to take a picture of her. (Or at least, we assumed it was a girl).

Somewhere when nighttime hit we were sitting outside, or just part of us were, traumatizing my little brother with typical teenager-ish talk. Prank calls began at 9 p.m, and with Marisela doing the most ridiculous voice in the world, and yet keeping up the scenario without breaking stride, it was hilarious. So overall, we had a good time. There's something more appealing about Gaby's small BBQs than the crazy party I went to at Jen-Jen's house. I'm sure people had fun there, but because I don't dance, all I did was hide with Silvia and Ren behind the house and talk about...things >.>'

Also, I signed up for Wattpad somewhere at one in the morning last night (yeah... >_>) and though it's pretty empty right now, I posted the first chapter of First Impressions on it. It doesn't really have any comments or "likes" but it says it has reads. I doubt it would become popular, but I don't mind too much. I should get use to writing things not very many people read about Dx

Here's ze link!

And here's the cover I made yesterday for First Impressions:

More on how I got the top anime pictures later ;D

Right now, watching another movie with my family. The fourth Resident Evil. It was on instant play on Netflix, so we decided we might as well watch it. It's incredibly painful to watch movies that were made purely for 3D viewing in regular 2D. I'm sure in 3D one can stare in awe at the flying knives, but in 2D, the lingering shot looks plain ridiculous. Why do producers decide this? If you want your film to be 3D, fine, even though it looks quite odd to me, but to make a movie purely for 3D makes me facepalm. Even if half the population disliked--or adored--Avatar, we could all at least agree it was visually stunning. I saw it without 3D and was never once bombarded with terrible shots or over the top attempts to make things fly to the screen.

Gha! I don't even know why it bothers me. It's difficult to enjoy the action scenes when I'm busy complaining in my head about the 3D.

"Please wait..."

"Last words?"

WHAT THE HELL MAN?! DX As if those glasses and suit didn't make you look clich├ęd enough, are you seriously going to be the stupid guy that could have ended things but decided to give the hero a chance to escape. Ghaaaa! What the hell is up with stupid bad guys?

I guess there's one reason I watch these movies: Just one woman,  all alone, kicks some ass.

You can't go wrong with that formula?


EDIT: Nevermind. Apparently you can go wrong. Allow me to headdesk >_>'

Saturday, June 4, 2011


Finally finished finals week ( privilaged Dual Enrollment kids did. Other students have to take the 7th period exam on Monday. Hehe, I haz no 7th or 8th period. WOOT!). On a serious note: srsly need to study more next year O_o' Like I don't think I failed anything, but there is no way to trust state tests, so if might as well study every little bit of information ever given to me through out the year and NEVER trust a study guide. As I was walking around school today--both the middle and high school--I could hear people saying/asking:

"Is it like the study guide?"

"Dude, that test was NOTHING like the study guide!"

That wasn't even an answer to a question, I just heard those both in separate occasions, all the time, and got it.

So yesterday morning we got bombarded with an attempt to make us miss the parting seniors (capital or no capital). There was an apararent table interview in which the camera panned around in a circle to show senior students as they answered questions about the year (none which we could even understand, btw. The AC was louder than them).

This was the morning announcements, of course, and towards the very end, the editors of the video decided to beat the shit out of an already abused song—Green Day's Time of Your Life. Uggggh. (Also, note from TV Tropes: "Green Day's "Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)" is very commonly heard at weddings, graduations, and other important ceremonies. But the song was written when Billie Joe Armstrong was breaking up with his girlfriend. So the song is a break-up song, but is used to denote love. This confusion is likely due to the lyrics (which by themselves do not express the intended meaning very well) and the predictable habit of radio stations of calling the song "Time of Your Life," since the "actual" title does not appear in the lyrics. Word Of God is that the song was meant to be bittersweet, not sarcastic. Oh yeah >_>)

All it had was a bunch of clips of seniors going, “We're gonna miss you guys!” Some were making fun of it, pretending they were crying, others...I swear, I think one of the girls was about to start weeping. My homeroom was doing a collective eye roll and pointing out just how much the makers of the video failed at drama. I don't particularly have anything against end-of-the-year videos, but forcing nostalgia upon people always backfires. Nostalgia isn't a feeling that's suppose to be forced, it's suppose to come naturally, and Time of Your Life worked once, stop fucking abusing it already =w=

The end of the year video I made for 8th grade had the song "Dead!" by My Chemical Romance. This were part of the lyrics, in case you don't know:


And if your heart stops beating

I'll be here wondering

Did you get what you deserve?

The ending of your life

And if you get to heaven
I'll be here waiting, babe
Did you get what you deserve?
The end, and if your life won't wait
Then your heart can't take this

Does it sound like something to use for the ending video to middle school? Hell no! But the tone of the song was upbeat, crazy. I was obsessed with My Chemical Romance back then, and I could have used the well known "teenagers" song. But that seemed to easy. Too boring. And towards the end of Dead! There's an entire segment where all Gerard Way sings is "Lalalalalalala!" and yet it's the best part of the song.

Here was the video:

The entire Shampoo Commercial is more nostalgic to me than anything else. It's not entirely good, I know. It's messy, thrown around, etc. But for me, and hopefully my friends, it worked to make us think about 8th grade and at least smile slightly.

So I've been thinking about making a video for this year, but I wouldn't be entirely sure why. It's not really senior year in the first place, and yet for some reason, this was a good year, it was fun, and even if I've been complaining about simple things, I really did like it.

Maybe I could just make a video every year...

I should have had TV production. Too bad us rejected Scholars kids can't have electives OR an English class next year O_o'

Aside from that, the morning announcements also played a bit of "Are You Gonna Be My Girl?" by Jet while showing creative ways girls were asked out to prom. Most of the time guys stood with banners that said "[INSERT NAME HERE] GO TO PROM WITH ME?" It was kind of sweet :P

And on other news, today: BBQ at Gaby's. I might take pictures and post what happened later.

Or...maybe make a video with clips from it? Who knows xP

P.S: New Summer Glau with someoneepicelse piccy! Remember to click on it for better view :3
It was for a friend of mine for this RP of ours. She wants her character Auralee (Ellen Page)
to be with my character River (Of COURSE Summer Glau xD) so I made a
tiny picture of them for inspiration. Huzzah!
"Science and science fiction have done a kind of dance over the last century... The scientists make a finding. It inspires science fiction writers to write about it, and a host of young people read the science fiction and are excited, and inspired to become scientists...which they do, which then feeds again into another generation of science fiction and science..."
- Carl Sagan, in his message to future explorers of Mars.