October 30th, 2011

Вопрос дня: Первая любовь

Когда вы влюбились в первый раз?
Мне было 19.Это было первое серьезное чувство.И хотя мы уже давно не вместе,это чувство останется навсегда,ведь настоящая любовь не умирает...


Ravenclaw

Writer's Block: Musically inclined

Do you play a musical instrument? For how long?


Piano! Around 13 years! Two years ago I did my 6th grade exam and then stopped having lessons, but I still play now and then and teach myself pieces I want to learn. It's a lot of fun and often cathartic.

I've almost finished my essay. Just need to wrap it up now! And, y'know, fix up the introduction and reference it. But it's almost done damnit! I'm really proud of it, actually. Too bad it's late because I suck. BUT, hopefully with a medical certificate and the lecturer proving to be as lenient as he seems, I won't get too many marks taken off for lateness. I can hope! In either case, it's a good essay. Yay.

And yes, I have become one of those people that uses livejournal and writer's block as a procrastination tool. I bet you all just love me for that. XD

Вопрос дня: Первая любовь

Когда вы влюбились в первый раз?
Вопрос отправляет к юности, когда все кажется раз-и-навсегдашним, когда взор еще близорук не созревшими представлениями и хочется максимально многого! А ведь что была за пора! И все в те времена было другим и те образы которые приходили к тебе с каждой новой вехой твоей жизни, запоминались и оставались в сердце навсегда.
Так вышло и с образом семиклассницы Саши, которую я в первые увидел придя в новую школу. Ореол некоего свечения окружил эту в локонах брюнетку, и ложился бликами на все ее лицо. И хотя тогда в моих чувствах не было как таковой подоплеки в контексте секса, что-то обожгло меня чуть ниже...солнечного сплетения и я непроизвольно устремил полет своей фантазии ввысь...
Увы тогда звонок к уроку вывел меня из ступора.
Хэппи энда не было, она с родителями уехала из города в этом же году. Ходили слухи, что их семья эмигрировала за границу.
И не вольно я так и представляю себе "иностранку-Сашу" с ее детской внешностью, даже сейчас, когда слышу "уехали за бугор"...
графика, иллюстратор, Lubov Yamskaya, Любовь Ямская, художник

Вопрос дня: Первая любовь



Когда вы влюбились в первый раз?
Любовь Ямская пишет: ... Влюбилась в первый раз тогда,когда поняла,что нужно влюбляться... Спасибо : приятный вопрос!..
мимими

Вопрос дня: Первая любовь

Помню детский сад. Там было что-то очень сильное и длительное ) ну и скорее всего безответное. Очень хотела, что бы наши кровати были рядом. Саша. Голубоглазый блондин. Скорпион. Да и сейчас он очень симпатичный.
Unicorn
  • cheshko

Вопрос дня: R.I.P

Кремация и пепел развеять над океаном.
Пусть остаются только воспоминания, хотя бы и зафиксированные в том или ином виде (слово-фото-видео или произвольный электронный отпечаток).

Мне отвратителен фетишизм по отношению к трупам: что выставочные мумии, что выставочные камни, занимающие — неважно — двести или два квадратных метра земной поверхности, или ханжески полумерное поклонение нишам, урнам. Честнее анатомический театр или кунсткамера, но своё тело не считаю настолько уж уникальным, чтобы оно заслуживало какого-то пристального внимания; я и при жизни, когда могу повлиять на ситуацию, стесняюсь избыточного внимания, а уж тем более будучи не в силах что-либо изменить… объяснить… да хотя бы повернуться в более выгодном ракурсе :)
What do you want done with your body after you die?
(тут спрашивали, что сделать с телом после смерти)

Хотя разного рода памятники в какой-то мере понимаю и принимаю — они могут послужить живым точкой концентрации воспоминаний так же, как мемуары или зафиксированные образы.
Taiyo

Writer's Block: Musically inclined

Do you play a musical instrument? For how long?
I'm not musically inclined. I've been fooling myself I was for the past 10 years of my life, but no - I'm just musically average. I was taught piano since I was little (when I was 5?) and that translated to an interest in other instruments, took up flute like every other asian girl in middle school but haven't continued since graduating high school. Other instruments that are portable, like the harmonica, recorder, ocarina, whistle, and variants of piano - keyboard, xylophone, melodica, I can play, but who can't? I took up guitar in highschool like every other teenage too, then didn't have enough endurance and discipline to reach the level of saying, 'I can play guitar'. I thought I could sing, but no - can't do that either.

My older brother on the other hand, can play just about anything he gets his hands on. He can make music out of things not meant to be instruments. He's like a living reminder of how much I fail - as I tell everybody, he took all the good genes. Sometimes his musical genius awes me, and scares me. Most of the times it annoys me.

Today is really not my kind of day. Woke up past noon and didn't get to do anything I planned to do. Been staring at the computer screen for probably 6 hours+ just listening to the My Girl OST (damn brainwashing, and calming, I tell you) and my roommate is gone out to party for the Halloween weekend only after she brought people over, then saw me, got awkward and left after gathering her stuff. I really don't know how to act in those kinds of situations. Wonder when I'll finally be able to interact with the human species like how everyone else seems able.

Which reminds me of Halloween - my least favourite labelled-with-a-title-day of the year. I was born and raised in Korea, and when I moved to Canada I was already too old for trick-or-treating, (or so I thought to myself anyway, I was 9) and ready to be annoyed at the kids who did come up to my door for treats. Now that I'm in uni, its the 'kids' in uni that bother me with the screaming and hollering in the streets, and for goodness sakes it's not Halloween yet. I have four midterms squished into next week and a ton of essays, I still haven't watched any of Shoon and Reon's new things and I have no idea what I'm going to write for NaNoWriMo.

Worst of all, my desk stand lamp died just a few minutes ago, and it has been with me since I was 6. I felt like a dear childhood friend just sputtered and keeled over in front of me. So then I tried to get it working again, touched the bulb by accident and now there's a huge blister on my left thumb. Great. So now I'm feeling betrayed by an old friend or something.

Gotta listen to more brainwashing, yet soothing drama OSTs.
  • shooli

#1108: Writer's Block: Musically inclined

Do you play a musical instrument? For how long?
This makes me feel marginally guilty because of how I haven't been particularly dedicated to my musical pursuits. The worst of all must be the erhu (yeah fun fact, I can actually play that thing), which I played for all of 7 years (2000-2006). Lost interest after the first 2-3 years and the fact that I had to do it didn't make it any better. Then I started drums in 2004. Haven't touched a set since maybe 2009? WIll probably go back to it soon because I think as of now it's still what I'm most comfortable with. 

Makes me realize that I really should get back to it all. Pity there really isn't space in my room or I'd have bought a set a long time ago. I feel so rusty I wonder if I can even still play jazz/bossa/etc anymore. I miss the gigging days with the jazz band, EGG, and most recently (though not at all quite recent), 2013. But dammit, EGG really was the best shit ever. 
  • solga30

Вопрос дня: Первая любовь

По-настоящему, на всю жизнь, полюбил свою будущую жену осенью 1948 года. О нашей с ней любви в 2006 г.
вышла в Воронеже книжка "4 года из 57" - наша переписка при знакомстве, после знакомства и при разлуках,
пока я 3 года учился в военном училище. Приведу заключительные слова в послесловии этой книжки,
написанные после смерти моей Зои в 2005 году: "Зоя сделала мою жизнь счастливой. Знаю, что и она была
со мной счастлива. Наше общее с ней счастье будет со мной, пока дышу, пока бьется сердце".
   Это счастье осветляет мою одинокую в квартире жизнь и сейчас. Это счастье в наших дочери и сыне,
шести внуках и семи правнуках. Они не дают мне чувствовать себя одиноким в обыденной жизни.
Samy Deluxe UNF

Writer's Block: Musically inclined (Or, Pretty Much My Life Story)

Do you play a musical instrument? For how long?
  Music has always been a huge part of my life. As cliche as it sounds, I breathe, sleep, and bleed music. Hell, sometimes I even find myself thinking in time with some unheard beat. Naturally, I found myself draw to any musical outlet available to me.Collapse ) In grade five, when I was ten years old, I joined the strings program offered at my elementary school and played violin (atrociously, I might add). Before this, I'd only even been in the choir and screeched along with my classmates on recorders in music class. I loved going to rehearsals and hearing the parts fall into place, and the rush I got when I finally nailed a tough song. Unfortunately, I wasn't completely happy with the violin. I began longing for grade six and middle school and the opportunity to join band.

  When grade five graduation inevitable rolled around, I eagerly had my mom sign me up to play the flute, an instrument I had been longing to play for the entirety of the time I had know about it. It took me a whole two weeks (four band classes) to realize how much I hated the flute. I couldn't hold it right (despite my small hands), my fingers kept slipping off the keys, and I wasn't able to make a single bloody note come out of the stupid thing. I don't know what I was thinking; I loathed high sounds with a passion and yet I choose the highest instrument in our band. So I turned my back on the flute and its' bullshit and leapt gladly into the arms of the clarinet, my first love. The rich, reedy tone had me swooning. And the low notes. I just couldn't understand why some composers had the clarinets play anything over a middle C  (Concert B flat for those musically inclined) . Luckily, my band teacher is freaking amazing. He noticed my distaste of those "dumb high notes," and suggested I switch to the lower, larger, and all around lovelier bass clarinet for grade seven. Now this was love at first honk. It didn't hurt that the lowest note, one we played quite often, sounded like a fog horn. I happily huffed along on that for the next five, which brings us up to present day. 

  I also had a brief, unsatisfying affair with a tiny, blue guitar I got for my eighth birthday. I was less enthusiastic to take it up as I was still; starry-eyed over the prospect of someday playing a flute (I even offered to trade the guitar to my younger sister if she ever won one in a contest). Add an unpleasant teacher for group lessons with older kids that insisted on reminding just how much younger I was, and you get a Very Unwilling Torrie. Practicing pretty much went out the window, and when the however-many-weeks of lesson were up, the guitar was all but shoved in a closet, never to be played again. I still regret not sticking with it. 

  In grade seven, my interest in the guitar was revived by Guitar Hero and Rock Band, of all things. My soon-to-be best friend had previously taken lessons, and her dad owned a plethora of guitars. She gladly gave me a few tips, lent my a beginners book, and sent me on my merry way. After some time of chugging through old scale sheets from the group lesson incident and the beginner book, my parents and grandma decided I was serious about learning to play. My grandma took me to my music store of choice, and let me pick out a bigger, better quality guitar to replace the cheap, tiny one I had been plonking away on. I was once again signed up for lessons (private ones offered by the store), but due to the effects of a (still) ongoing medical issue, I dropped them. Present day, I still pick up my guitar from its' place of honour in the corner of my room to play some of the few songs I know. The desire to expand and actually acquire some actual playing ability has been growing stronger and stronger in my mind. Lessons or some serious self-teaching are definitely in my future.

  In the future, I would like to add the playing the piano to my list of achievements. And, I wouldn't complain if I magically acquired the ability to sing without wanting to apologize to every incorrect note. :0)
Я

Вопрос дня: Первая любовь

Когда отца демобилизовали из действующей армии (хим. войска) - это год 1944-й - местом службы его стал поселок Первомайский недалеко от Онеги. Мне было 5 лет. Мама моя тоже была химиком, и когда мы приехали к отцу, то тоже стала работать на военном объекте вместе с ним. Я оставалась дома одна. Зимой меня запирали, на улицу я не выходила - полярная ночь, под окна приходили и выли волки. Все время темно, и я, когда просыпалась, звонила родителям на работу и спрашивала - сейчас 9 часов утра или вечера.  Телевизоров в те поры не было, радио передавало лишь военные сводки, и мне оставались только книги. А из книг - единственной подходящей (относительно) для меня в местной библиотеке оказался Кун, "Мифы древней Греции", пособие для пед. ВУЗов. Я прочитала эту книгу трижды: все подряд, потом по алфавиту, потом по нисходящей от наиболее понравившихся к менее. Летом - совсем другое дело. Когда не надо было собирать для печки  "дробилку" (отходы деревообработки, которыми были усыпаны улицы) или для еды - крапиву, щавель, подорожник,  - в компании ребят, а все были старше меня, на железной дороге "обстреливали" проходящие эшелоны, смотрели, как старшина Добротин (до сих пор помню!) стрелял нутрий в канавах, во время прилива в устье Онеги катались на плотах. Ребята надо мной посмеивались. Был такой случай: у железной дороги стоял недостроенный, (или разрушенный) дом. Стены, пустые проемы окон, какие-то лавки, небо над головой. Мальчишки уходили в разведку, мне, как маленькой, было приказано спать: " А ты почему не раздеваешься? Разве дома ты спишь в штанишках?" Пришлось снять исподнее. А когда я "проснулась", оказалось, что ребят нет, а трусики мои висят на дереве... "Спас" меня проходивший мимо солдат.  Так вот, в одного из этих мальчишек я и влюбилась. Он казался мне взрослым - лет десяти, наверное. И он, зная о моей влюбленности, потихоньку издевался, дразнил меня. "Надюша,а я скоро в Москву уеду!" - " И я с тобой ". - "А у тебя нет билета." - "А я маленькая, мне не нужен билет". - "А я в Москве в баню пойду!" и так далее. Во время сего диалога он качался на качелях, а я сидела у него на коленях. Хотите верьте, хотите - нет, но то знакомое всем чувство внизу живота,  во второй раз я ощутила уже будучи взрослой... Вот так.
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  • sunny_v

Вопрос дня: R.I.P

What do you want done with your body after you die?

Хочу, чтобы меня кремировали. Еще не решила, какк следует поступить с моим прахом. Впрочем, учитывая, что я еврейка и живу в Израиле, скорей всего меня попросту зароют в землю и зальют бетоном ((
  • kas_lm

Writer's Block: Musically inclined

Do you play a musical instrument? For how long?

The first instrument that I ever learned how to play was a recorder in early (Pre-Grade 5) elementary school. The summer between fourth and fifth grades, I started to learn how to play an alto saxophone, which I played for about a year or so. Between fifth and sixth grades, I was asked to step in and learn the tenor sax in order to cover the previous player's advancing to high school. I played the tenox sax for all of junior high, plus a year (?) of senior high. I ended up learning how to play the baritone sax to fill in for a graduating senior in (I think) tenth grade. I was the only bari sax player in the senior high band up until I left the band in order to focus on college prep classes during my senior year. I still remember playing Honor Band (a regional performance that gathered students from different schools) at Northland and trying desperately to keep up! Sadly, I haven't played in a long time, since I no longer have any of the instruments that I played. My alto sax went to my sister when she was deciding what instrument to learn and I rented the others from my school. I've actually thought about brushing up on one of the saxes.
  • matcyr

Вопрос дня: Первая любовь

Когда вы влюбились в первый раз?
Мне было восемнадцать лет. Девушек вокруг было так много, что я не знал в кого влюбиться. Я боялся ошибиться. Чувство долга. Боялся, что девушка улыбнется мне и тогда мне придется на ней жениться. Чтобы случайно не пасть жертвой ласкового взгляда я ходил хмурый, старался никому не смотреть в глаза, чтобы не прочесть там чувство любви ко мне. На дальних подступах мои жесты и мимика, как это принято сейчас говорить - на невербальном уровне, отпугивали потенциальных невест.Collapse )
Ммммммммуа!

Вопрос дня: Первая любовь

Когда вы влюбились в первый раз?


Я натура эмоциональная, увлекающаяся, потому как завижу что достойное внимания - сразу вспыхиваю. И каждый раз как первый раз... Но только.. Бывает такой раз, один-единственный, когда понимаешь что не влюбился а именно полюбил - и это, без сомнения, навсегда.
balloons

Writer's Block: Musically inclined

Do you play a musical instrument? For how long?

I play the piano. For about 11/12 years? I can't remember if I did before I left my home country, but all the time I've been in Singapore, so 11 years and counting. 

If I'm more free, I'll like to pick up something else. The saxophone, the guitar, or cello. I'm ambitious, but often an underachiever. And I'm realistic. 


  • foxlena

Вопрос дня: Первая любовь

Когда вы влюбились в первый раз?
ну конечно, первая любовь случилась в детском саду, он был блондин, его увезли родители куда-то далеко и я страдала в ожидании его возвращения, смешно, но помнится даже его имя и фамилия. потом, конечно, была школьная любовь, не одна... потом институтская... на замужестве все влюбленности закончились. теперь семья и только семья...  
diamonds, minecraft, creepers

Writer's Block: Musically inclined

Do you play a musical instrument? For how long?
Well, I've always had a piano around or a keyboard to play on, but I've only been taking actual piano lessons for about 2-3 years now. Before that, I took Band for 2 and a half years or so (maybe 3), and played percussion instruments. In addition to that, I have my harmonica which I play on every now and then since I got it about 5 years ago, I occasionally try and figure out the guitar, which I got about a year or two ago, and then I have my three ocarinas, which I also got around 3-5 years ago. ^_^b (Do voices count? Music teachers might say they would. :3 I've had that since I was born. XD) I'm not very good at any of them though. ^^;
eastern angel

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Вопрос дня: Первая любовь

Когда вы влюбились в первый раз?
Это прозвучит ужасно и удивительно, но наверное по-настоящему я в свои 15 еще не любила! Любовь для меня нечто большее, чем просто симпатия. Нравились многие. 
Jonghyun

Writer's Block: Musically inclined

Do you play a musical instrument? For how long?
I wish I could REALLY play an instrument, but I like.... well.... I'm not professional or good at it, but I do play the piano (I SUCK BAAALLS at it tho lolz) I would continue playing it if I didn't have the problem of left-right arm coordination, playing two different things at the same time is too complicated for my hands, it's not impossible (of course not) but it takes much longer than usual my teacher gave up on me like 6 years ago haha and so I used to be doing both piano and vocals, but my teacher gave up on me, so I continued with only vocals, and now the instrument I can play is my VOICE haha (although I dunno how good I am OTL) BUT I do have an electric piano in my house!!~~ and I play it when I can figure out notes for something *claps hands* hehe :D

Вопрос дня: Первая любовь

ахах) Примерно в во втором классе. Я стеснялся поговорить с одноклассницей, поэтому как то ничего дальше не пошло! 
Ну она вроде как знала об этом, но тоже не решалась на первый шаг. На встрече выпускников меня она разочаровала... полнотой
парк

Вопрос дня: Первая любовь

Когда вы влюбились в первый раз?
Женский вопрос, однако!
Первая любовь хороша своим теплом и светом, как солнечный апрельский день. Потому и помнится всю жизнь. А еще в ней важно не только и не столько, есть ли взаимность, а сама способность любить. Многие влюбляются в книжных персонажей (каких-нибудь заморских принцев). Мода и декорации сказки меняются, но суть остается. "Он приедет и спасет ее, а в ответ она спасет его" (с).
Впервые влюбилась в 13 лет. Это был мой друг детства. Мы всегда вместе играли, потому что родители вместе работали. И вдруг однажды я заметила в нем какую-то непонятную привлекательность, что-то щемящее. Тогда, ясно, было не разобраться. С ним было так светло и тепло, будто свернулась калачиком у камина, и кто-то рассказывает тебе сказку о том, как все в твоей жизни будет прекрасно.
Он учил меня кататься на велосипеде (так и не научилась), придерживал его сзади и легонько касался губами моего уха, что-то говорил, но я не улавливала слов. Я вслушивалась в голос, и он был музыкой. Казалось, он слышит стук моего сердца. А еще очень хотелось, чтобы поцеловал:)

Writer's Block: Shhh… Don’t tell

No, not really. I just don't advertise it. Honestly, so far and between are my updates that it doesn't really matter if someone is
Do you keep your LiveJournal a secret from someone?
reading it. Besides, if I really want to keep something secret I just don't write it in my journal! I don't know what I would do if someone not close to me comes and says "I read your journal". I would probably freak out. But I write this journal with the decision that everything I write down comes public, and I take responsibility of it.
Fitzjames Horse (1745)

Writer's Block: R.I.P

What do you want done with your body after you die?
Well in the early 1960s when I was a child I saw this Alfred Hitchcock TV show where a guy tried to escape from prison by being put to sleep for a while by a friendly doctor who certified him dead. He was buried outside the prison and his buddies were supposed to come and dig him up but were killed in a car crash........and the guy woke up in his coffin and nobody came.
And since then I have been terrified about being buried alive.
The best way to ensure that I am not buried alive......is to have every usable organ donated for transplant.

But on balance I want to be cremated. I want the funeral service to have a sense of humour about it with perhaps appropriate music as my coffin disappears along the conveyor belt. Johnny Cash singing "I fell into a ring of fire" might work..........but I am leaning towards "Great Balls Of Fire" (Jerry Lee Lewis). I want my ashes in an urn.......sitting on the mantle facing the TV. When Mrs FJH kicks the bucket, I want her to join me on the mantle until our kids scatter our ashes together. The urn containing my ashes will make a useful ash tray for my Daughter-in-Law as she flicks her cigarette ash in on to of me. Which I suppose means I will be the only corpse to actually gain weight.

There is some merit in the Indian Hindu ceremony of a massive funeral pyre and grieving women hurling themselves into the flames.
I cordially invite all my many female friends on Live Journal to join in.


big eyes

Вопрос дня: Первая любовь

Когда вы влюбились в первый раз?


Так, чтобы не нафантазировала сама, один раз влюблялась. Мысль была странная: "Как, я, он, когда-нибудь вместе, не верю." Оказалось, если я не верю во влюбленность, ещё не значит, что влюбленность не верит в меня. А на такие мелкие вещи, в духе "Ну девочки, ну посмотрите, какой! Как можно не заметить? Ну девочки, ведь замечательный, да? А как в футбол играет, а? И прическа у него хорошая, пусть волосы отращивает." Не то, чтобы я так прямо это говорила, где-то как-то. И вообще я думала, что я так просто поддерживаю, подумать большее просто стеснялась. Тем более чего думать, если в общем-то ничего и нет.

А в остальном 5-6 раз за жизнь придумывала себе объекты повышенного внимания. Если что-то цепляло или от нечего делать. Искала, чем можно "повосхищаться" в основном.
bhoh

Writer's Block: Are you afraid of the dark?

When was the last time you were frightened out of your wits? Spooky stories welcome!

I had to sleep with the lights on for a week when I went to the Crokes-Patterson Mansion (in Denver, CO... notoriously haunted) with a couple friends. We just walked around the perimeter of the house and another friend explained the history of it. Didn't actually go inside, but you leave feeling like something's watching you. It follows with you for days.
a little me

Writer's Block: Musically inclined

Do you play a musical instrument? For how long?
The electric bass (fretted). I've been casually practicing and owned one for six years.
The viola. I've had one for seven years, and occasionally practiced in that time. I keep breaking strings, and those string sets run over fourty dollars.
The violin. I've had one since I was 16, and practiced for a while. Unfortunately one of the machine pegs (yes I know they don't make them anymore) stripped out and I haven't been able to fix it properly yet.
big eyes

Вопрос дня: Первая любовь

Когда вы влюбились в первый раз?


А так, чтобы в детстве и по-крупному, первый раз когда гриппом болела и Гардемарины смотрела...в Дартаньяна!
Ну вообще на самом деле. Из звёзд ещё классе в 5м солист "Scooter: был и классе в 7м - солист "Him". Репутация у них, правда, "подкачала", да и далековато были, поэтому приходилось искать что-то более "приземлённое" рядом.:)
А вот ухажера своего в дет.саду не ценила...боялась, сварганил там, представьте себе, "Тимур и его команду" и проходу не давал. Взрослые, вдобавок, шушукались, братья подшучивали. А этот мальчик и в школу поступил, приходил на меня в группу посмотреть. Ничего не помню, только рассказы взрослых, как меня к нему выводили "на смотрины". Я только помню, что пряталась, когда могла.)

В итоге лучше Дартаньяна до сих пор никого нет.) Такой был...на коне, ух! Для больного ребёнка настоящим рыцарем благородным казался.

Вопрос дня: Первая любовь

Когда вы влюбились в первый раз?
Первый раз - в пятом классе, в одноклассника Славку. Мы сидели на уроках рядом и смотрели друг на друга...А дома, когда я закрывала глаза, то видело его лицо. Потом он стал "плохим мальчиком" и я влюбилась в другого одноклассника - Мишку (в 6м классе )
blush kyo

Writer's Block: Are you afraid of the dark?

It's not all that hard to get a yip/shout/scream from me, but it is less common for me to be actually scared.  I think the last time I actualy was terrified was last year-ish.  Earlier before the scare (a few days) my room's lightbulb went out and owning a pair of rats I didn't want the maintence guys to randomly show up without warning.  That weekend was an easy weekend at college for everyone in the dorm room, so we decided to watch a few  movies.  We watched Alien and the Paranormal Activity, now niether of these really scared me, but when you go into a dark room at night with no light and suddenly you hear little rustling in your room, but you can't see where will get you a bit nervous.  I saw paper on my floor move and a small racket was occuring.  My heart began to race as my eyes tried to adjust from dark to darker, trying to figure out what the flip was going on when all of  sudden I felt someting run across my feet.  With a small shriek I jumped and then looked down only to see one of my rats, Izzy, looking up at me, waiting for attention after escaping her cage. 

That's it really, nothing terrifying just one of those things where a sequence of events can fold out so perfectly.
SABLEYEHAPPY

Writer's Block: Are you afraid of the dark?

When was the last time you were frightened out of your wits? Spooky stories welcome!


8C I made the mistake of discovering Marble Hornets the day I watched Paranormal Activity. Those maskies bother the hell out of me, and I'm already prone to paranoia...
I did not sleep well for about a week. Gosh. It's so silly, but Marble Hornets really gets to me. Paranormal Activity 1 got to me too, but the second one wasn't so bad...maybe that's because I was exhausted when I watched it. I'm sure I'll wind up watching the third...hope it's not too bad.
Тихая радость

Вопрос дня: Дни рождения

Вы помните дни рождения родственников или они у вас записаны, чтобы не забыть, не перепутать?


раньше была электронная БД по родне, ею было за тыщю, теперь никого и помнить уже нет необходимости.

Writer's Block: Are you afraid of the dark?

When was the last time you were frightened out of your wits? Spooky stories welcome!
i dont think that i have ever been truly scared out of my wits. i have been here in afghanistan, leading my platoon for the past 10 months and, even here, cant remember a moment where i was truly terrified. i have this fatalistic outlook on life. G-d knows the time for my death, therefore, i dont concern myself with it. when i have this outlook, im not really scared. 
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    ATB - twisted love

Writer's Block: Musically inclined

Musically inclined... I play the piano and drums since childhood. As I can say playing those instruments and being able to sing a bit is my talent on entertaining because unfortunately I can't dance. I've been in a band as a drummer during my high school years, stopped being in a band just last year since I was graduating college and I left the country for my internship in the U.S.

Writer's Block: Are you afraid of the dark?

I could share fanciful tales, true tales that you'd never believe, or i could just say "I'm only afraid of something you don't even know exists".

I suppose i'll share a small bit. believe what you will, take it as a bad ghost story, as a dream, a hallucination, a flat out lie, whatever. . .  I really don't care, but i'll give you my answer.

being courageous and being fearless are two different creatures. Now I personally, thought i was fearless. I had nothing to lose. However i I've been afraid a few times. . . not too long ago in fact was the last one. It was an average day, no wind, overcast, no rain. . . In the middle of the day the power went out, so i decided to lay on the couch and stare out the window for a while. I am prone to insomnia so often when i've not slept for a while, i'll phase in and out of consciousness. I was dozing that time. Suddenly i heard it, clear as day. . .  The same low, primal growl that had stopped me so many years ago from meditating (after i had. . .gone a little too deep and as my grandfather seems to think, "opened a door"). It voiced out "you're mine you know" and suddenly, i couldn't move. i saw a shadow moving toward me in rapid bursts like some odd horror movie, but i was wide awake by that time. Awake enough to notice that the lights were flickering back off and on, and there was a truck outside the window with a cherry picker fixing a transformer. It touched me and sucked the breath out of me, but i forced myself to breathe and then finally started hollering  "You want to fuck with me now? You want to do this again? I might die, or go insane but i'll be damned if i don't fuck your vapor ass sideways first. You know damn well what i'm capable of, and I know damned well the power of Yhwh's name. I don't need to move to perform the LRP and solar banishing, sackface."

(yes i said all that. Don't ask what either one is. If you don't know, you should study up a little)

It disappeared, but it took about 5 minutes before i could manage to move again. I don't have sleep paralysis, and I can tell a lucid dream from being awake. That's what makes lucid dreams lucid. The next day i started getting gray hairs, and had a lot of rather dark dreams. Anything that moves like The Ring Girl and paralyzes  you is a bit unnerving. . . 
After that i didn't think i was fearless anymore, just realized that -most- things don't scare me.
However, I'm only brave in that i know what scares me, and will stand up to it like a schoolyard bully every time it shows up until i leave this world. I'm not going out of my way to piss it off again like i did when it scared me into quitting meditation. I'm sure it's nothing special, no one special. not the devil, not the grim reaper. just some lonely dark spirit who happened to hitch a ride on me when i made myself vulnerable. Like a moron i went too deep and opened something, and said i would let any spirit through that would grant me strength. This is what i got.
The realm of the spirit is very real, and some people (some genuine, some charlatans) claim to interact with it regularly. some even daily. Possession is an old, and very wide spread phenomena, too old and too wide spread to be dismissed. Although it seems the further i am away from god, the less i even think about this "thing" let alone see it. It's only when i'm most open, and most vulnerable to Yhwh that i even start to have thoughts about these things, or that i dream about, see, or experience anything of this sort, so I'd have to say it's a good way to make a believer out of a skeptic.
walter

Writer's Block: Are you afraid of the dark?

When was the last time you were frightened out of your wits? Spooky stories welcome!
Yesterday.  

My alarm went off at 6pm, like it always does, but when I finally opened my eyes and rolled over to turn on my lamp, a 4'10" Michael Myers was standing over my bed with a knife in his hand.  I'm kicking my nephew's ass for deciding that I should be the one to see him in his Halloween costume first.  

I don't like short things.  Bothers me.  Child's Play, the Leprechaun.  Things like that freak me out.  


I've got to give him credit, though.  It was clever.  


  • dalaire

Writer's Block: Are you afraid of the dark?

When was the last time you were frightened out of your wits? Spooky stories welcome!

Spooky? The demon log truck from hell coming around a hairpin turn, taking up the whole road and a celerating around the bend, and me in a little Honda Civic, bracing for death--or at least the ditch.

Seriously, very scary.
  • sioku

Вопрос дня: Первая любовь

Когда вы влюбились в первый раз?
Докладываю: в первый раз - в 11 лет, его звали Саша.
Второй раз - в 15 лет, его звали Дима, он стал мне лучшим другом.
Третий раз - 22 года, не отпустило до сих пор :)
Я

Вопрос дня: Дни рождения

Вы помните дни рождения родственников или они у вас записаны, чтобы не забыть, не перепутать?
Отдельная тема. Дней рождений не помню, в лучшем случае по времени года, т.е весной или когда тепло. Пытался вести книжки всех мастей и видов...., безуспешно. Уже никто не обижается. И главное свои праздники тоже не помню, так что мы квиты и с чужими...
Beatles

Writer's Block: Are you afraid of the dark?

When was the last time you were frightened out of your wits? Spooky stories welcome!


Every single time I shut the desk lamp before going to bed without making sure the hall light is on first. Every. Single. Time. Because I think I can make it to my bedroom, but halfway there I start panicking, real live danger-mode adrenaline pumping, heart-hammering panic, and smacking my hand desperately against the wall like LIGHT THINGIES MAKE THE LIGHT COME BACK OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD WHERE IS THE LIGHT SWITCH YOU HAVE LIVED HERE ALL YOUR 24 YEARS WHY DON'T YOU KNOWWWWWW and sometimes I even squeak if I don't get there fast enough. Then I turn on my bedroom light, shut the hall light, and FLEE into my bedroom, shutting the door way too quickly behind me, and then I collapse into bed because that was a terrible ordeal, all that oppressive scary darkness.

also Republicans

Writer's Block: Are you afraid of the dark?

When was the last time you were frightened out of your wits? Spooky stories welcome!
I am afraid of the dark, I always have been. It has nothing to do with monsters or ghosts or anything like that, it seems to be the dark itself. It paralyzes me. I've had panic attacks before because of it xDD
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Writer's Block: Are you afraid of the dark?

When was the last time you were frightened out of your wits? Spooky stories welcome!
Never. Well, the closest I came to it was my grandmother's psychotic paranoid babble, but that was not her, that was the pain meds she was on at the time. Scared me sh1tl3ss, though. Mostly, because it was so far out of character for her.

Writer's Block: Night tremors

I used to stay up all night of my own free will. Now, I don't do it willingly. My thoughts keep me awake. My thoughts and my dreams. There isn't one worse than the other, they both fan out evenly. It's funny, I try to sleep away things. Hoping i'll wake up feeling different- better. Sometimes it works, but mostly I wake up due to my dreams. Lately especially, i've been keeping all of my thoughts and feelings inside. The only time I ever really vent anymore is when i'm writing in my journal. That's the only real time i'm speaking of my feelings. Now more than ever I've had to learn to control what I say, and what I do. It's something i'm not very used too, but slowly learning how to manage. Because of me keeping everything bottled up, my mind is riddled with thoughts. Throughout the day, I try my best to keep as busy as I can, that way I don't think much. Which leaves only at night, when things hit me the hardest.

Writer's Block: Are you afraid of the dark?

When was the last time you were frightened out of your wits? Spooky stories welcome!
Not now, but when I was a kid, I always had to have a nightlight and my door open!  The only time I remember being really scared, was after I watched, "The Exorcist" back in the early 70's.  It kept me sleepless for a couple days!

Writer's Block: Первая любовь

Когда вы влюбились в первый раз?
В 4 года в белокурую большеглазую девочку из садиковой группы. Самым большим счастьем для меня было, когда нас ставили в пару танцевать.

Writer's Block: Are you afraid of the dark?

Last time I was frightened out of my wits was when I ftried to take a shower in the dark.  When I was still living with my family, we had a very hot summer.  It had gotten so hot that the power had gone out for some reason, so being in the house was super uncomfortable.  My family and I pretty much had o sleep with no covers on our beds, and bathing in the dark was tough.  I couldn't really seee what I was doing unless someone had a flashlight to light the way.    Once power had been restored, things got back to normal.
Another time I was spooked out of my mind would've been back in 2006.  I attended UIS, and I lived in the 1 South wing of Lincoln Residential Hall.  We took a trip to a haunted house during the Halloween season.  This was super spooky because the haunted house had a lot of creaky noises that I didn't really hear that loudly.  Though it was not really accessible, I tried it out, and every room had a ton of spooks.  In one of the rooms, something or some tapped me on my side, and something yelled in my ear, making me shake and jump.
Whrn I first moved to the Mary Bryant Home, I learned that we had a Fall Festival right around Halloween.  Not thinking that the staff was even going to dres up, I wasn't even expecting one of our maintenance workers to spook me.  I heard a growling sound coming towards me, and I saw what I thought was a tangled mess of hair.  A voice told me that he was the wolf man, and he was coming to get me.  I later learned who the monster was.  It was Marvin Jackson, our maintenance man.
The first time I met our other maintenance worker, Bill, he tried to sneak up on me.  He has a habit of quietly walking up to you, no mater where you are or what you may be doing.  "Roar!" he yells, either tickling me in my ribs or buzzing like a bee in my ear, then running off.  Someone else did that, someone younger.  I could've been pretty sure it was Bill because he tries to get me all the time.  Sooner or later, I intend to get him back.