Snappy the Snape Box

From where I come from it's almost a taboo for a female to be friends with the male human species. Some justify this from a religious angel saying that it is not acceptable, while others claim from a social angel that it tampers with the girl's clean white reputation slate. The girl is not supposed to talk to a man unless he is a family member. Girls are taught to fear men. Well, I am  rebellious by nature, so I defied this and I talked to boys. No, I am not a bad ass, it is just that to me, it was not logical if my folks wished to have me to not speak to boys, why on earth did I study in a girl-boy school not an all girls school? Why were most of my teachers men not women? Why was I allowed to watch T.V and see actresses talking and kissing other actors? and most important: why was I only allowed to speak to men in my family only? I mean what was so special about them?
Answer: Because we trust them H, we know them. *Seriously?*

How could you not trust someone you haven't dealt with him yet? That is prejudice, level: primitive. I talk to boys, I play with them, hang around and have a lot of fun when they are around. I am not a whore or a bitch. I just have enough common sense to really distinguish  between who is a bad ass no-no boy and a respectable man, and I try to chose the second type.

I have met some boys I would love to set them on fire, for they used to bully me and they had hurt me on various occasions and I used to cry. For a while I would beat them up with whatever my hands could reach or simply punch them or pull out their hair *Barbaric much?* But then I grew older and so did they, and I could not do what I used to do because they were taller and stronger than me, so I opted for ignoring the jerks. It works and if they ever approach me, well they are asking for it. I admit, I do not have a lady-like tongue, when provoked I turn to a Medusa, trust me it is not a very pretty sight for those poor bastards.

The respectable men whom I chose to be with, I always approach them. I remember how I talked to my first male best-friend. to make things easier for that Harry Potter geek, I will call him Severus Snape. (Snappy later on) Now Snappy to me was a shy character, he did not talk to strangers mainly *sigh, how cute* so I added him on Facebook and we started chatting. The more I talked to him the more I was impressed and I soon fell in love with his character; I mean what was not to like? He is polite, sarcastic,  funny, and he has an amazing taste in music. He used to write, but he is currently cursed with an author's block (or is it blog? I cannot remember. Well not a problem, you get the picture, Snappy lost the inspiration needed to write.) Get well soon Snappy! He also looks like David Archuletta, though he always denies that, but I know better. Severus is always there for me even though I more often than not accuse him of slacking off his friendship duties. He is one hell of a guy! I am lucky to have him as a friend, as a bestie. Snappy, you simply rock \m/

P.S.: I am sure I am embarrassing him by now. Oh well, he'll live for sure. Hopefully, love you Snappy :)

Yes today I am taking a break from my G-days. It started with a daydream and ended with a tribute to a dear friend.

This song is dedicated to You Snappy/ David: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6J1-eYBbspA&ob=av2e

Peace out! H!

A Dream

Independence, independence, independence, this is my dream. I dream of a small tiny apartment which I would paint in various shades of green. I would wake up everyday, go to work, come home, prepare dinner, feed Bugzy (my imaginary pet rabbit), write, dance, sing, do whatever I please, then go to bed. On weekends, I would invite my friends over, or have a crazy night alone, then cuddle up and read Angels and Demons till I fall asleep. My little apartment would have a balcony where I could bask in the glory of the sunlight and try and get a tan to my strangely developed white complexion. Eating in silence, studying in silence, doing whatever I please in silence. Silence is really great, it's not appreciated that much, unfortunately. My bedroom would be green with dark oak-like wooden floors, a queen sized bed with an orange quilt over it. Do not judge me, my room, my rules! A closet full of jeans and T-shirts, bags and high high heels. I just love heels! I would add a cream fluffy carpet and turn on the heater at night and have a perfect 8-hour sleep in quietness. It's amazing. My kitchen would be small, I would be mostly living on take away, but when I feel like tinkering my cooking skills, I would try my hand with strange types of pasta mmm Yum! I would convert myself freely to a die-hard vegetarian with no one judging me. Meat is not all that great. It has blood in it and I just do not like it that much. I can live without it. My fridge would be stocked with all various kinds of natural fresh juices that nature can provide *sigh* This is heaven, not to forget some nice green tea with a lemon zest in it. Heaven Completely Heaven!

I needed to take that out of my system, and to show you guys that my life was not all G-like days. It has some nice daydreams in it, which I plan to make it come true someday, when I have enough money first.

I cannot wait for the new episodes on The Vampire Diaries, The Bang Theory, Monster High and Glee...such good series I watch, I hope I could enjoy them this week though...

Well this song has been on my mind lately so I thought I would share it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dg8QgUIKXHw&ob=av2e

Peace out! H!

Single

The joys of being alone, an only child in your family. You cannot rely on them, seriously! The rage episode continues on I suppose...Usually I am this positive person, happy go lucky type, but with some blue moments. Lately I cannot just be that. It's easy to smile on Facebook, saying LOL, ROFL, OMG that was hilarious! But it is not. The joy of a smile, you know that curve on your mouth the one you turn upside down, makes you look great, especially with white teeth. Yes that is not there anymore. I don't like to go around moping and thank God I haven't reached the stage of Moaning Myrtle, yet!

I enjoy the moments of silence I get over here without having to hear fights and swears from my siblings. It's really, well barbaric for starters, and really noisy. You would think the clash of the Titans is taking place in the living room.

I don't think the G days are quiet over yet. There is still a long way to go.

My anger track: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PstrAfoMKlc&ob=av2e

Peace Out! H!

Introducing the H

Rage! I don't think many people start with such an introduction about themselves, but for a long time I really wanted to write it down, shout it out loud. Rage. a four-lettered word that sums up what I am feeling right now. Mixed emotions, tears fighting not to fall. It's raining usually I love the rain, yet it's very depressing now. Maybe because I am listening to my newly discovered show/song: Back to Black: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBSSDGWhO-o Santana you simply rock. Bitch on the outside, a female within.That's right, I should be as tough as she is, no one has the ability to back talk her or even come near her. She walks and people stand by the side till her royal majesty passes by. Authority, power, terrorizing those around you to achieve your goal.

Well, now that I have said that, at last! I think you might have got a glimpse of my personality. I like Glee and I am a huge fan of Santana. I am a depressed person, trying to heal her psychological scars through writing about them. I think that's enough for a strange intro.

Peace out! H!