Mood: Flu-filled

Oops indeed. Just 1 week ago - on the Tuesday of last week I burned my nerves with my "unability" to fix my car (Yep, it was again at the school`s garage.) I went outside to blow out some steam, but since some of my classmates and teacher with some of the customer cars were buzzing in and out, I couldn`t have peace enough to calm down myself completely. Being still in too pissed of feelings towards myself, I decided to take the car off the lift and drive it out of the garage. The teacher of course couldn`t understand my behaviour and to be honest, I wasn`t thinking clearly then - I was just acting on the emotion and the low feelings about my skills. Later on that day I was supposed to unscrew 1 screw from my teacher`s car since I was then without a carlift. (There was a new car on that lift where my car was before I had droven it out.) I can barely believe it myself, let alone my teacher, that I had difficulties to unscrew that screw but then I almost snapped the very same screw broken when tightening it back on its place. My teacher was furious to me and I can believe that, because he was afraid that the piece that went broken would have been rather expensive piece, but fortunately it was only the screw I had destroyed and he could replace it with same kind of screw. Oops indeed...

Then on yesterday I did it again! I have no energy or patience to be careful enough with my car. It`s not that I wouldn`t have patience in general, but when it comes to my own car, I`m easily saying "Isn`t it (good) enough already?" and then my teacher says Yadda, yadda, yadda... How you think you can do this for your life if you don`t have patience enough to do it with your own car? (Replace the "yadda-yadda" -thing with approriate and related teacher-like barking ) That`s the point! I have patience to be snooping details with other cars, but with mine I`m easily satisfied. It works? Fine, let it be then! It doesn`t have to be perfect, reasonable is just alright.
Unfortunately my teacher doen`t think the same way with me. He kicks and pushes me to do better work with my car and then I loose temper with it when things ain`t going easy & smooth. Same thing again. I destroyed very important nut from my car`s right side rear wheel!

So, today I`ve been chasing the right kind of nut through the biggest neighbour town. Even in the brand`s own salesplace they told me to go to a well equiepped screw & nut -store because my car is so much old already. Fortunately I found it after quite much seaching and I can`t wait to get back to school tomorrow to be able to attach it on its place so that we could move on to replacing the new front brak wheels and pads.

Mood:  special

I have been feeling nervous in a positive way today, since it`s been my second last work practice day. I had visited my school on Tuesday before I had had to go to the evening shift at my work practice and asked also from my teacher when he would do his check out trip to my work practice place, since he had promised to visit everyone at least once and separately for me he had promised that he does it only once to my place, because it`s that much tricky to get the high chief of the garage avaible even for a five-minute-visit.
I was at my work practice place already 25 minutes before, but I spent nearly 15 minutes in the locker room changing the garage clothes under my perfectly clean overall, tying my hair and making sure my hair protecting scarf was placed properly, and that I had my usual stuff with me (pens, work practice diary papers, plastic gloves and ordinary protecting gloves) + of course the final check to the mirror for that I looked decent, while chatting with the other female mechanic whose shift was ending. On Tuesday my teacher had promised to me that he would come today a bit past 2pm when my shift has already started, but I had gotten on the garage`s side at 13.48 and had greeted the other mechanians, starting to do preliminary organizing and cleaning of the tools and desk when I saw with the corner of my eye two male figures stepping from the glass door between the sales desks and the garage, and I knew in my mind my teacher had arrived, though I didn`t officially see him. Actually a split of a second later I tried more to appear like if I hadn`t seen him yet, but I had seen already the 2nd year student who had come with him - even if I was like if hadn`t seen hi either. I was pretending that I was focused on the cleaning of the tools, letting him to greet me first so that I wouldn`t sound over eager or reveal how nervous I all suddenly felt. Graaah! He was standing there and I couldn`t help grinning in a stupid and wide way. I was so much in positive panic, that I even tore partly my already too much damaged work practice diary when trying to open it and to show to my teacher that "Yes, I`ve kept writing things down what I`ve done here."- and whined for more writing space (= Bigger paper or at least bigger sections for the what`s been done section.), but he said that`s not possible. (Why I hear now Throttle saying "Can`t be done, lady"? ) I asked some things about that how the guiding mechanian would estimate my success and that if he wanted to chat with the "Mr. Mechanian, Sir" (My guiding mechanian prefers me calling him that way. ) but he said he had come to see me and I was feeling for a moment a bit special, since it`s so long time when somebody has done something for me or even visited me, even for such an ordinary reason as it being part of the work practice season. (And I`m not counting the visits of my closest family members now. They visit me too often at times and I`ve visited them recently more than it`s legal. ) **Thinks for a moment.** Lessee... last time somebody DID visit me was... uhm... Wait! I shouldn`t count Micronian`s current bf yet to the nuclear family, although they are such pack that I wonder if the wedding bells don`t ring soon after they both have finished their (current) studies. **sourly:** Grreat... - Oh well... Micro`s bf visited my place with Milo herself around 3 weeks ago. **thinks again** Yes, on the weekend comes 3 weeks. We were grilling, talking & joking a lot of stupid stuff and having some good time then - just the 3 of us.
As you can see, I`m not keeping up my social contacts much outside the work & school circles. Even the BMFM circles have been left alone pretty much. (Can you figure out the reason already, huh? `Nuff said?)

Anyway, back to this day and my teacher`s visit to my work practice place.

We exhanged a few words, a couple of times I was about to say something but he kept explaining things and I shut up politely, knowing I should wait for my turn and take it when I get the chance for that. Then my chief already came with a customer car and I had to go to put the rubber blocks under it to protect the car from the damages when it hangs on the lift and then I had to go to pick up the spare parts. I saw my teacher chatting with 1 of the spare part sales people, since they knew each other, and I was feeling that it took an eternity to find the right spare parts because they had been put on a wrong place on a wrong shelf. (Typical luck of mine!) And when I was coming back with the spare parts he already announces that he must be going back to the school already. I felt I still would have wanted to talk with him about some things, but he just said let`s babble more on Monday at school. "Yeah, right! On Monday there`s 13 other students more or less eager to tell about their experiences, especially not forgetting the best repairer of the class! I`m just a girl g** *****t and since I`m such a terrible babbler about things in general, my message, the point of my talking, drowns to the meaningless extra details or even stays untold because I loose myself to the side tracks all the time. (Downside of being a strongly visual memory based personality.) When he was already rushing away I remembered that I had wanted to tell him about the feeling that the work practice period had raised in me. Well, at least I got it told that at least basing to the experiences I`ve had at my work practice, I have ended up to like it even more and most of the moments I feel I could do this for my job. The down side is of course that female mechanians are not taken so seriously - I would have to do double as hard as the guys do, to be at the best even half as good as the male co-workers at their worst. Oh well, I knew what was coming - I knew it even before my parents started to warn me about it, since the game is still somewhat same on the IT side too. But as I told to my teacher once when I was feeling pissed off enough about the prejudice I have to face and will be facing, I`m not gonna go to study SoHe-stuff. (SoHe = Social & Health; e.g. nurse, child care, the people of communal social services at least should have some sort of eduacation of this branch... e.t.c...) I chose the car repairings and the school I`m now in, was my nr. 1 choice. Also for the reason that I could finish my remaining IT-studies if getting enough motivation to do that anymore. Anyway, I must admit that now I do have such feeling that I really could do this for my living. I never had that feeling when doing the IT studies and the work practices of it - even if the work practice places were great and I liked to be in those places. It was merely just teaching me for a hobby so that I wouldn`t feel myself totally idiot with the computers. But then again, did I really learn anything special during those 3 years I spent there? -Not much. I knew HTML already and coded pages with my bare hands, so all in all the real thing I got from there was using the CSS and masks. Oh yes, I learned to hate Photoshop even deeper than what I did before that! (Omg... Sidepaths again! )

**sighs** So, sad that my teacher had so little time to spend there. I had bunch of things in my mind to ask or tell about, and he couldn`t even shake the hands of the garage chief who originally took me in to do my work practice in this place where I have been the past 4 weeks. Pity, because I had hoped for that my teacher could tell more about me to them, because now I feel I might have been again a bit too hard on myself when doing my summary about how I`ve done the things. He at least says always I`m too hard on myself, but let`s remember the entry from Friday, 16th of Dec, 2005 under the topic "Dreams" and we remember that my teacher can only be the person to show me the way, but I`m the one to walk through the doors he can`t. I`m the one to make my own success or failure and I can`t give in to the chance for low scores. A girl looses the battle for a job as a repairperson if she has as good grades as a guy has who`s applying for the same job. A girl MUST be TWICE as good as a guy, to be even half from the shadow of the guy. And I intend to be good enough to earn my place in this male dominated world of vehicles. I know what SoHe stuff is (also at its worse moments as well as on the best times) and I know I don`t want to do that when I`m +40 and same goes to the Business & Administration stuff - especially when it comes to doing a small everyday market stuff. I`ve always been liking more the "boyish toys", although I wouldn`t wish to change my gender for any price. And this work practice of mine has again taught me how much more I enjoy working with men because guys are more straight & honest, while in female dominated working places there rules the gossips, backstabbing and all kind of complicated social games and twists, which forces you to play along or you end up to the group of outsiders. Guys say more staight what they think about something or someone, and I prefer that over the "Yes, but..."

After my teacher and the other student were gone I snooped to see if they had come with his car or borrowed the school`s car and as I had had a haunch - they had 1 of the cars of school in use. () After that I returned quickly to my guiding mechanian to ask what I could do and I suggested that I could go to bug the other mechanian who I have been helping also while my own guide has been either wanted to do something without someone else sneaking behind his back or to be guarded, or that he simply didn`t have anything for me to offer and I got immediately the same old tasks I`ve about every time gotten from him. (Battery, tyres, oil change... On this time I could do even the filter all alone and even put the oils in. ) When I was back at my own guide and we were done pretty much everything (He even allowed me to put the oils in too, while he discussed with an other mechanian about something related to their work - I didn`t listen what.) - the joborganizer person comes to me and tells I can do the very first overhaul to the Renault that was standing in front of "our" lift. First I didn`t even register properly what he was saying and I was thinking that he was just talking to my guide who was after all rather near me too, but when the organizer person looks at me and hands the job list to me I slowly start to understant that its indeed me who he means and at the same time I`m overjoyed for this remarkable gesture of trust (Before my work practice began, my teacher had warned me that I can prepare myself to stand silently and watch how the pros do the overhauls & repairs and even the garage chief had spoken in such way that "Well, perhaps we can let you dirt your overall on the last day but most of the time you`re just standing there out of the way of the real mechanians and watch `em working..."), but at the same time I realized that this was at the same time a preliminay test for that I had asked if it might be possible also to get a summer job from there. I was feeling nervous, since I noticed some mechanians watching me and chatting and those 2 couldn`t even advise me when I asked how to adjust the height of light when it was appearing too low on the other front lamp! Fortunately my own guide at least told me the best tool for it, but I had to try via failure the light adjusting. I know I did some unnecessary movements and buzzings between the car and the overhaul duty list, and that I didn`t immediately spot everything in the engine room that I had to check, but that`s entirely the fault of my feelings of being excited and nervous. I even had to go to "argue" with the repair part sales to get the oil changing parts since nothing was booked ready because it was so new car - almost brand new.
I must admit I relaxed quite a lot when the joborganized arraged a lift for me and I could get myself away from the eyes of the most of the spectators. And although there came a complete family to buzz and watch my working when 1 other mechanic was doing some overhaul to their car right in front of my lift, I surprised myself by not taking any extra pressure from it and by appearing cool and like if I had known exactly what I was doing then, even if I was only pretty sure of that I knew what I was doing then. Fortunately the first overhaul is so simple to do, compared to the later ones. Still despite from that I did a lot of unnecessary movements and forgot to check this and that, and when I go again to read the list with a thought, I notice the things undone or half done and take a few deep and calming breaths repeating to myself "Calm down now dear girl. There`s no rush - just do what you have to do. You`re now one of the mechanians and you can show now what you are able to do. They trust you. They trusted enough to give this task for you to do and care."

I think I did it just fine at the end anyway. I left the easy task of oil changing to the end so that I could relax myself with the fact that at least the second last thing to do would be simple and familiar and when I was replacing a new oil filter on its place (my guide had had to open the old one for me because it was too tightly fastened for me. I couldn`t get a proper grip on it even with the right tools.) the customer/owner of the car comes to me and sees the oil that has leaked from the filter removal. (It would have leaked from anyone because of the way the filter is fastened to its place, so it wasn`t entirely my fault.) he looks and asks if I`m starting or about to end my work and if that oil on the bottom of the car is result of leakage, but I just smiled politely and answered that it was from the filter removal, and that the engine is perfectly clean otherwise. He looks to me like if he`s not taking me seriously and when I`m fastening the bottom armour back on its place he comes back again and almost insist on that he can drive his car off the garage but I say it`s still missing the test drive and he looks a bit like if he`s not trusting his precious car in my hands because I look so young and I`m a girl after all, but because I`m a mechanian at least in his eyes because I wear no tag on my overall telling me to be an apprentice and because my overall is the same kind as the others have too, he can`t raise a hell about me driving his jewel and I headed outside the garage for a short test ride. I couldn`t help hearing in my mind my mom saying that I must drive carefully because I have a strange car under myself, but the test drive goes just fine. (I didn`t even manage to shut it down to the crossings, even if it`s gone 1 and 1/2 weeks from my last proper driving with a manual geared car.) The car acted beautifully, but when I arrived back, I screw up with the locks of the doors and I have to pick up help from my guide, who solves the problem and advised me for the next possible case in the same nature. It was also giving me fantastic feelings when I spotted some looseness on the right front tyre and I had to ask an other mechanian to check my findings. He goes under the car and tells me to shake the tyre and the problem is gone and he says the problem to be exactly that what I had doubted it to be. Yippiee! I did my first overhaul myself! I`m so delighted for that gesture of trust and that I managed to do it alright, despite of the unnecessary nervousness and worrying. I`m feeling so happy that even if the customer was looking my overhaul document paper and examined my name for the possibility that I had screwed up something so that he would know who to blame, it ain`t casting much shadow over my feeligns of success. At least I think I didn`t screw up much.

Omg! It`s approximately 1 and 1/2 hours to the moment I must wake up again and start a new day. Whoops! I`ve been babbling so much here now...
Anyway, even if it`s here already 10th of Feb, 2006, I`m posting this entry as it were written on 9th of February instead. That`s after all the right day I`m talking about and also the day when I started to write it. I`ve just been on so talkative mood again... Babble, babble, babble... And Mr. Teacher: I intend to have that summing chat moment with you about this work practice when I return back to school! And I have listed down all kind of smaller and bigger thing I need to get done for my "white knight" before it can go to the inspection. And I don`t plan on doing the inspection visit twice, so put me work so well that my car goes through on the first shot!.

Mood:  quizzical

Why I have felt recently that I`d like to write something or tell this and that in this blog of mine, but every time when I open the editor page and am about to start to write something the blank page, empty typing boxes and the "Now playing" music drains my ideas and I don`t know anymore what to write. Well I have something in my mind, whch I`ve kept from posting here for already a few months since I think most people who would read it, thinks "Yeah right!"
Well I guess it`s been buzzing in my head, disturbing me enough so that I actually could write it here and release myself from the burden of it. O.k., it ain`t really a burden, but still that thing feel so odd even to me, but shows clearly that the visual memory is my best and what happens when the kinesthetic and auditive memory types takes extra boost and all those 3 types of remembering thngs works like a dream - with a remarkable perfection. More about that in my next post...

P.s. Last week I bought the CD I`m playing right now (see "Now Playing"-line) and I was rather disappointed to it. The only exception so far is this "Back in the loop" -song I already knew back then when this CD/song was released and I liked it already then. Hmmm... This song fits to the moment of Venom`s return in Megazone family. I haven`t published anything new for a long time relating to the BMFM since it`s been more on the background because of that oh so many times already mentioned non-BMFM writing process I`ve been. This song has been making me to think more about my furry heroes, but especially my own dynamic duo Mizeleingzelo and Venom.

Hmmm... I checked the profile pages of these 2 already mentioned mice and noticed a bunch of typos and dead links. Well, not dead really, since tere are links to pages I never created - like e.g. the profile page of Qeen Death. Seems like there`s my next target for fixing. Oh boy... This website is falling apart now when I haven`t been workig with it constantly.

Mood:  don't ask

Personally, I must admit I was afraid but now I`m feeling relieved. The citizens of Finland chose Tarja Halonen for the presient of this tiny nordic republic. Conan O`Brian seems to feel the same as I do, at least far as I know. **grins** I was afraid the media could get its fave, the capitalist Niinistö through. Well, as Mr, Niinistö said himself "Finns have been able to choose the right president for the right time." (Translation by me and therefore I must immediately declare my disclaimer-clause here for the possible mistranslations & underderstandings. Mistakes are possible and therefore I ask people to correct me rather than heading to sue me immediately. I`m not responsible for the things a former president candidate said - I only tried to translate his words to the readers of this blog as carefully as I could.)

I`m feeling lazy to babble anything else right now to my blog and I`ll be heading now back to heat up my little house - continuing the writing process of my non-bm-related story (the 2nd story to be exact). More information about the president of Finland at the website of the president of the republic of Finalnd. (The pages behind the link are in English for the readers` pleasure.)

Mood: Sleepy

Now playing: Randy Katana: "In Silence" (Ron van den Beuken Radio Edit) (track: 2) and Dj Wout: "Mastermind" (Radio Edit), CD: "Chapter Trance 2" (Distributed by: The Dance Division)

Just checking the e-mails and some newer pics at DeviantArt while cleaning up and organizing the storage boxes under my bed. I had no mood for writing anything special, so I decided to skip that for today.

As I mentioned in 1 of my posting at DA - I have currently running 2 non-BMFM stories on the writing process, plus the sequel for the first one. The one which has the sequel is the one that I`ve already been mentioning here in this blog, but when I went for my x-mas holiday in Lappland - I saw two-parted dream that partly used the same characters that appear in the 1st non-BMFM story, but the charactersthemselves were still a bit different like than the ones in the 1st story are. Therefore I developed a new set of characters to the same base I had n the 1st story, but I changed and altered `em to meet more the figures that appeared in that dream. May sound a bit messy, but since I prefer still to keep silence about the details of those stories - I have to avoid telling anything that reveals too much. On the another hand I`ve kept my non-BMFM stuff separate from the BMFM-universe I`ve created, so therefore I also prefer not to talk too much about `em here in this blog. ...Just to let you dear readers to know I haven`t been resting still all this time and on monday I`m starting a work practice also. But now I must quit for this time. It`s far too late for me to stay up since I have to go to work, but I`m desperately trying to get Angelfire to publish my postings again. (Read it refuses to function and save my postings.)

Raisa Is Gone!

Mood:  blue

Now playing: Alex Fakey: "Painted Black" (Syntone Edit) (track: 13) from the CD: "Chapter Trance 2" (Distributed by: The Dance Division)

I haven`t written anything about my bunnies for nearly a year. It`s a shame, but I got my bunny pictures off from Vinnie II`s computer not until we separated. Raisa and Pyry had 2 huge sets of cubs: 13 on the 1st time and 9 on the second time - from which survived 6 on the 1 time and 8 on the second time, despite of all the vitamins and care I tried to give for Raisa especially. Anyway, I think two sets of that size took much of energy from Raisa, and weakened her rather permanently. I was on a holiday for 1 week as I told on the previous entry and my parents were caring my bunnies. But on the 2nd day after I had arrived back home, I go to feed my bunnies right after returning home from my work and find Raisa breathing heavily and her heart beats extremely fast. She doesn`t bother even if I pet her and try to examine her which raises my alarm bells ringing fast and loud in my mind. I call to my mom and accuse them for bad treatment, while Pyry and the two boys Turbo and Tuisku left from the second set of the cubs appears just fine and normal - a perfectly healthy trio. I call even to my vet but I think he doesn`t take bunnies seriously as pets. I`ve noticed he prefers more the animals that are useful - like dogs, cats and cows - and he treats me a bit ugly on the phone and states it would be better to kill the bunny immediately. Not very long time after that Raisa starts to collapse in my hands and makes her desperate struggles, sauys "Ungh!" and after that she stops breathing while heart still beats for a little while - shutting down at the end.

My parents arrived not very long time after that, finsing me crying inthe cowbarn and holding the dead black bunny who had white stripe around her neck, white socks on the front paws and white nose. I put Raisa in a box with dad and we put her to the woodwarehouse to wait for the funeral which we had today. I miss you Raisa!

Merry X-mas 2005!

Mood: Festive

I wish for each and everyone the season`s greetings.

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Yule or whatever you`re celebrating. And of course... Happy New Year. I won`t be around for a little while, I`m packing right now since I`m having a holiday from the net and will be only bugging my family members during that holiday and after that when I return, I will continue bugging my school mates and of course... tear and torture the short nerves of my teacher.

I got ok season at my new school, with ok grades. I have gotten a more permanent working contract and nice x-mas bonus. ^^ Even my car looks much prettier now when I fixed it. The only sad thing that had to happen was that Vinnie II started to act violently towards me when he got angry and jealous, so I had to make my decision and kick him out of my life. I had told him I won`t tolerate that he hits or tries to hit me (I could defend myself quite well, so I wasn`t afraid of him at all at any moment.) but he still did that when he got furious.
There`s nothing to be ashamed from my side. I refuse(d ) to be a victim and stand(/stood ) on my own feet. I am after all Mizeleingzelo de Megazone - Daughter of Death - Queen and the leader of my own world.

I won`t step to live in the shadows and bow to a jealous VanWham. Some day I will finish the yet unfinished pictures where Vinnie II appears (for all of those I have recieved permission from Vincent "Vinnie" van Wham II before I`ve started the drawing process) but now I will focus on other targets. Life goes on.

Now Playing: Quench: "Dreams" and Blokka "Dig Deep" from the CD: "The World of Trance" © & (P) 1995 ZYX-MUSIC
Miss Shiva: "Dreams" from the CD: Best of Dream Dance, The Special Megamix Edition 2 - A Collection of The Best Dream Dance Hymns © 2002 Sony Music Entertainment (Germany) GmbH & Co. KG.

It`s a question of the same "Dreams" -song represented by 2 different bands and I had difficulties to choose which one of these versions very much alike is more fitting. Perhaps the version of Quench fits more, since the bells in the Miss Shiva`s version reminds me too much from the church bells of `S-Hertogenbosch (a.k.a. "Den Bosch") in Netherlands and they are perhaps slightly too joyfull. (Wedding bells perhaps?). On the another hand the version of Quench makes me feel especially in the beginning to feel like if I`d see all kind of flashes of hard life. Perhaps I`ve matched this song/version (too) strongly to the de Megazones and especially to Venom Predator and his life and along with the music comes flashes from his life that hasn`t been the most joyfull. Well, whose life would be the happiest, if he/she has to march to the war against stronger enemy and watch how his/her friends and people he/she used to know, dies around him/her in the battles and life partner ends up to have a child with someone else than he/she.

O.k. Since I got again Angelfire`s blog to operate with me, I`m posting, posting and posting even more. Readers be happy and enjoy!

A little before my newest school began I saw a dream that carried my subconscious` message for day-time appereance. Laugh at me if you don`t believe, but I do see at times dreams that tries to advise me for the future. Of course I do see and remember that I have seen just very ordinary dreams, but every time I see a dream that carries a message for me, the atmosphere in the dream is different, but always the same kind. It presses me much harder and it stays in my mind stronger and longer than ordinary dreams. They never really tell "this all what you see, will happen" but more they try to wake me to do or notice something that I might skip otherwise.

There are 3 different kind of dreams I see. Group 1 is the ordinary, non-messaging dreams, which are either A) totally result of wild imagination (e.g. The dreams from where I`ve written the story of "The Modo-Dream"), B) sums up or repeats events that have happened or which I will/should do (e.g. I`m downhill skiing if I did that whole day after a long time.), or C) Nightmares. (e.g. I`ve watched a film late in the evening that upset my sleepy mind a bit too much.) To these dreams I can affect most of the time if I want so.

Group 2 dreams are softly symbolical but rather easy to figure out their meaning with the help of general dream books (Don`t interpret everything by Freud`s dream interpretation book! It`s fun at times but doesn`t always tell the truth with me at least.)
I don`t always need a book to unveil the secrets of these dreams and sometimes the books interpret the dreams differently than what they truly are. Most important is your own experience of the meanings of different things to you. Sometimes the cigar is just a cigar, as Freud has admitted too. These dreams are usually a bit heavier than the dreams of Group 1 and what is most significant with this and the dreams of Group 3, is that I can`t change `em. If I try to, my subconscious snaps back at me and gives a lecture to my daytime consciousness to sit down, shut up and just watch, listen and learn. And if I still keep pushing and wanting to change the way the things goes, the dream ends immediately and the rest of the night I see just plain Group 1 dreams that I may forget or remember - depending on how much I`m pissed off to myself for poking the subconscious towards the ways my conscious day-time part had wanted it to go.

Group 3 dreams are heavily symbolized. I see these dreams very rarely, since they usually carry the heaviest messages, and therefore they tend to appear only at the more radical changes that affects in my life. The dream I already told I had seen some time before the beginning of my newest school started, was this kind of dream. I can rarely rely on the dream books when I`m interpretating the messages of the dreams that belongs to this category and usually they clear out to me only when I start to tell the dream to someone else. Usually then when I`m digging up the details from my memories, it all clears to me. And that dream in August was no exception. The only thing that I misinterpret in the first place when I was clearing to myself the message told in that dream, was 1 person who represented character with authority although the person in my dream was my ex-classmate and same aged with me. Later, about 3 weeks ago from the moment I`m writing this, I saw another dream - this time it was Group 2 levelled - that repeated my earlier message to myself. The dream itself was different than the heavily symbolized original dream, but all the same it carried the reminding of the message that the original had brought to my consciousness. The person in the original dream (my ex-classmate) had switched to the person he was representing (my teacher who I didn`t know yet back then) and now the teacher himself said and showed the message to me. The general of the original dream who had led the troops and lead me to tough situations had switched to my teacher who showed me a tough way from where I had to go first, climb against the tiring duties and demandings but if I did it all well enough - if I dare to put myself into the game and sweat for better future - then at the end my hard working should be rewarded. My teacher said in my dreams "I can only show you the way - it`s you who have to walk it." That doesn`t need much interpretation, it`s clear and straight words. If I`m following the footsteps of Charley, I must be tough and hard working. No-one will bring me a feast table in front of me - I have to earn it first myself and then make it for myself and enjoy afterward from the fruits of that hard working. My cannon has switched to 2 kitchen knives that I used to despise as a weaponry. My original plan for going to university has switched to 2 vocational educations that I used to despise, but now slowly I`m starting to realize that the game is not over yet - it`s changed and I can still stand as the winner on the end. But close by a destruction I will probably travel, if I`m not carefull enough. A bomb may explode in my hands if I don`t notice it early enough and do something to it. Only I can do it. Only I can make my life a total failure or some sort of success. Before the final scores I must keep up whipping myself to the best I can give. I can`t give in to the failure and low points. I must do my best. Now and forever.

Mood:  d'oh

Since Vinnie II moved out of my house, he also ripped the server computer in pieces and told me to build it up myself if I wanted it to be rolling again. I guess I gotta do it soon, but now at least I`m too buzy arranging the official stuff related to our separation and of course my school and job takes their own shares from my life. Plus that currently I have had more interst on writing totally non-BMFM related story and its sequel simultaneously. My new school is continuously inspiring me for making up things and events into that little writing project. Good thing in that sense that I haven`t been really writing anything at this scale after I had started writing my Modo/BMFM fan fiction "The Modo-Dream". The writing process of that story is much further than the already published version, but I haven`t yet found a good spot where to cut it and publish 1 part and still leave the end part under processing. Vinnie II snarled to me when I was writing this already mentioned non-BMFM story on my laptop that I should finish "Megazone Family" before the new BMFM series begins, but I bluntly stated it to be pure impossebility. Such a megalomaniac "saga" of one family and its relation to the Plutarkian War and rest of the mouse population doesn`t come "on the paper" in one or two days - or even in 1 or 2 months, if it has taken this far to proceed on the level where it is now. But to be honest, I think now I have more rage and will for revenge to be able to write more the de Megazones vs. the VanWhams fight situations and humiliate Vinnie in the ways that Vinnie II almost got me to forget ) (He almost got me to think what`s the purpose of all this dM vs. VW -shit? Let`s all be friends and lovers! )

Now of course you all think I`m just a bitter bitch (Excuse me for saying that word aloud, but let`s be honest. Is`at okay? Hit me with a comment if you feel so!) and raging to poor Vinnie II and punishing our ended relationship in this way. No, as I have told on The Discussion Board of The Unofficial BMFM Fan Club already since the beginning of my apperence there - the de Megazones and the VanWhams are arch enemies and age long rival families to each other and it was a common joke among many fans on that discussion forum how in real life a "VanWham" and a "de Megazone" ended up together in love. Unfortunately I don`t have same kind of powers as my name charcter, Mizeleingzelo and her family members have - I certainly would have wanted, wished and had use for `em many times. On the another hand since we`re being honest, I could empty the stocks of bad feelings, irritation, frustration, dissapointment, bitterness and rage and write on the paper all the awful things I had planned for these two families to happen.
Anyway, me and Vinnie II are not feeling rage at each other at this moment. I just talked on the with him about the official details of this separation and his property that we sent on last week`s Thursday to his parents` place and all this we did with friendly mannners - even smiled a bit to each other in the phone. However this freedom I`ve had for 1 week now has been like a warm and fresh breath of wind on a summerday in my life. I know when the time goes forward I will probably start to miss a bit Vinnie II and the nice moments we had but probably I will start to miss a man`s arms in general rather than specially someone certain`s arms. In this case "someone certain" can mean any guy in this world, who has or would by the time become (very) special to me in some way.

Bekcy Is Back!

Mood:  celebratory

I`m stuck on '80s cars. I like their shape. I like the certain roughness they still have and the simplicity of `em. Back then cars weren`t full of computers and the kind of technology they have now, plus there is much more space to work under the hatch of "engine room". In the modern cars you often nearly have to rip off half of the engine even to chance the .

When I was looking for a car for myself over 2 years ago, I didn`t have much money to spend on it. I was doing the searching with my father and finally we spotted a pearl among the rubbish. A white knight of the roads rode in to my life and has been in many hard places with me ever since. I hate to admit that I treat the worst those who are closest to me and the same comes with my car. However he has been faitful to me kept its rusting problems away from my eyes for a long time, till it was spreaded on rather bad levels on the area of the back tyres.

One day I took the topic to the daylight with my teacher when I was washing my car at school and we agreed a day when I would bring it in for rustfixing. The process was slow since I`m a total beginner and it even became slower because of the partial working days we had because the teacher had to go to all kind of courses and meetings all the time. Finally on 14th of December 2005 I drove out of the garage with the proudness for owning again such a handsome car. And "Bekcy" as I call him, has again been purring in my hands and thanked me with his desires to ride on the roads known and unknown. The white knight of the roads is back again!

Full Title: You lifted me up and put me down - But I will break it up now

Now playing: Scooter: "Don`t Let It Be Me" and "Break It Up" from the CD "Wicked!" © & (P) 1996 'edel' Gesellschaft f r Produktmarketing mbH

Mood: Complicated. Partly feastfull about the ending of this shit, partly sad for that this all had to turn this way and end like this, but also ragefull for Vinnie II for not doing his share at home.

Vinnie II is in tears. I have cried my eyes empty already and all that is left is jealousy, untrusting and fight about the little property we have. I was listening Scooter`s CD named Wicked! and I couldn`t help feeling that these two songs describe my feelings the best at the moment.

Don`t Let It Be Me

You lift me up
Just to put me down
You try to bring me up up up
Confusion all around

I hear your words
And everything you say
But nothing is the same no more
Untill you go away

Don`t let it be me, don`t let it be me
Don`t let it be me, don`t let it be me
'Cause I`m never, never, never, never gonna let you down
'Cause I`m never, never, never, never gonna let you down

I`ll let you go
To where you wanna be
I hope that you`ll understand
What you really meant to me

But then I`m gone
Gone and far away
Andnothing is the same no more
Since you went away

Don`t let it be me, don`t let it be me
Don`t let it be me, don`t let it be me
'Cause I`m never, never, never, never gonna let you down
'Cause I`m never, never, never, never gonna let you down

Break It Up

Where in the world, Where in the world
Where in the world did I get this hurt
I don`t mind, yeah I don`t mind
If you call me bad, call me wrong
Call me anything but your own
I don`t mind, yeah I don`t mind

I don`t care if you leave me
I don`t care if you go away
I don`t care if you wanted this
I don`t mind

Break it up, break it up, break it up, break it up, my love
If you think that you can`t stay with me then break it up my love
Break it up, just break it up, break it up, just break it up.

So, where in the world, Where in the world
Where in the world can I hide this hurt
I don`t mind, yeah I don`t mind
If you call me sad, call me strong
Strong enough to make it on my own
I don`t mind, yeah I don`t mind

If you tear down your walls inside
Go for a brandnew ride
But baby please don`t tell me so

Break it up, break it up, break it up, break it up, my love
If you think that you can`t stay with me then break it up my love
Break it up, just break it up, break it up, just break it up.

I guess it`s time to let it all go - at least for the time we get our minds and goals cleared and you Vinnie II grow up and learn to take more responsebilities and have finished his education. Till then we better let the Mr. Freeze in. If anyone who pokes in to read this, has any suggestion to fix the situation, all ideas are warmly welcomed. The situation anyway will be now that Vinnie II will move back to his parents` place and I will stay in my house and continue living here where I do. I admitted that I was expecting someone a little bit more Modo-like guy, but instead I got a 100% Vinnie VanWham Second Edition. ...And what was said about the de Megazones and the VanWhams? Makes me just wondering if Vinnie would turn out to become violent towards Charley if they ever really seriously would start to be together... After all he was so jealous to Jack McCyber. And Vinnie II showed all the same feelings to my own little "McCybers" from my new school.

Mood:  loud

...and running ans my original plan was and no additional hosts currently. I`m still discussing with 1 person about 1 hosting but it`s totally off the BMFM so I won`t be talking about it here. I have been doing some coding to both The Modo Fan Club and Technodrome - Home of the de Megazones and Megazone Fighters to get `em transferred on that server. And what a person named "Suicide Commando" said about Vinnie II and Gentoo is not true. He always uses the latest versions of the programs, unless there is extremely heavy reasons to stick to an older version. And as long as I`ve known Vinnie II I can only name 1 program which he hasn`t switched for a newer version: Photoshop. He keeps using the version 7 after that has already appeared versions "CS" and "CS 2". He even keeps whining to me at times when I keep being faitfull to my old junk as my "Packed Hell" with Win98Lite and Paint Shop Pro 7.02. He also succeeded with the 1st installation as he said but Suicide Commando (a.k.a. SC) refused to believe. Well, he`s free to think whatever he wants, I keep trusting my mate`s skills. Despite of that, we came to the result (merely Vinnie II decided about this) to put Debian "Sarge" on the server. While Gentoo is extremely customizable, I at least prefer stability over customizability. My own vote would have been Fedora Core 3, Since Fedora/Red Hat -line and me seems to get along the best. Debian however is my second choice. Ubuntu is also gollecting plus points from me, while Mandrake/Mandriva, Gentoo and many other KDE using Linux distributions get minus points from me.

Anyway, before the transfer can be finalized, I need to get at least 1 domain name running. Any and all suggestions can be mentioned to the comment section below the horizontal line at the bottom of this message, right above the previous title before this one or to my e-mail address: mizeleingzeloRemoVe@ThiSyahoo.com.

And official note for anybody: Since I`m the owner of the connection that the server uses along with my and Vinnie II`s private computers, I therefore give a public forbidding for any kind of installations for the server without my approval. This comes directly to everybody. Anybody (incl. Vinnie II also!) Must discuss with me inorder to have the permission to install something on the server. Any unauthorized access (excluding the normal browsing of the websites running on the server in question) will be concidered as an act of telecommunication crime and will be announced to the police who will investigate it and if found necessary, hand it to the prosecution. I can`t afford to get kicked out of the local internet community and be dropped to the 56k6 modem usage. This doesn`t mean you wouldn`t be allowed to post your fanworks to be published on my websites - I encourage people to do that and be proud of their creative works. What I don`t allow is illegal hacking and other illegal acts or acts that can cause me trouble with (Pimarily Finnish and EU) laws and/or my ISP. Browsing of a site/sites isn`t such, not publishing fanworks when I don`t claim to own your works/characters or the characters and things originating in the BMFM shows.

Fading Typing Screen

Mood: Annoyed

Now it`s not fun when you are at the end of typing a post to the blog the typing screen fades away like it does with a buzy computer. And I wasn`t doing anything else that having the "Now Playing" -song rolling on the background and 1 internet browser page open with 2 tabs. (1 tab was the typing scree for the blog and the other on was the blog itself as it appears for outsiders.) That`s not too much even for a bit older computer. I`ve had at worst open over 20 tabs in 4 to 6 Internet browser windowses plus perhaps PSP 7.02 or text editor/notepad editor for HTML.

Makes me really want to transfer this blog to my own server.

Mood:  on fire

As the tittle says, today was taken the first step for an own server. Vinnie II and I paid a visit to the office of the network community I`m a member of and which has made it possible that in the middle of nowhere is possible to have a fast connection, not just max 56k6 modem. Here the rules from the operators say it`s forbidden from ordinary people just put up a server, you need a permission from the ISP (Internet Service Provider).

So, today we drove to their office since we concidered to be best to go to apply the permission face to face. After describing a bit of what we want, discussing about the possibilities and technical solutions on the both sides, giving estimations about the traffic load and such the IT-chief of the community agreed to give a permission for our little server since it shouldn`t consume too much resources. That means the first step for moving The Modo Fan Club and Technodrome - Home of the de Megazones to our own server, which would release both sites from the problem that their current location servers aren`t accepting works with more mature tastes. It also means the sites won`t be lost because if I don`t update them at least once in a month or so. Of course it`ll bring to the thought also getting real domain names which wouldn`t first show adds before entering the site(s).

The next stage will be the installation of the needed programs and making the right settings for the server programs. After that and partly simultaneously I probably will do some coding for both websites, but at least right now it seems like The Modo Fan Club would be the first to move on the new server, mainly because it`s more desperately in need of that.