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+Name: Charmaine
+Age: 19
+Yourself in 5 words: taciturn, introverted, helter-skelterish, oddball, and chai-flavoured.
+Top 10 bands/musicians of all time: in no order- Tom Waits, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Cinema Strange, Rozz Williams, The Sisters of Mercy, The Smiths, Einsturzende Neubauten (I can speel), Fields Of The Nephilim, Diamanda Galas, and Skinny Puppy.
+Favorite songs NOT performed by the top 10: Tanz mit Laibach by Laibach, Golgotha Tenemant Blues by Machines of Loving Grace, Zerstören, by Rammstein...and Chocolate Jesus by Tom Waits. Oh come on, let me have that one, it's giftmas!
+Top 5 favorite movies: judging by looking around me...Strangeland, The Devil's Rejects, The Lost Boys, Fear and loathing in Las Vegas and Empire Records
+Colors: all the colours of the 'bow, man. Though my wardrobe is predominately black.
+Any quirks?: I have no navel, only a large vertical scar. :) It's special.
+Pet Peeves: label-loathers, attention-whores, the asses who wear mental illness as a badge of honour, overly-perky things, self-righteous wankers, people who are too afraid to really be themselves, and the juvenile mongoloids who yell out "DOIKE!" while I'm on my way to the shops in my dress and Mary Janes.
+Favorite thing to wear: My black New Rock boots with red flames. Thems my babies.
+What do you like to do with your free time?: Read, browse the city, watch SBS docos, movies, and scrapbook.
+Favorite books: Gah! Too many to mention. How about I say anything penned by Neil Gaiman, Poppy Z. Brite, Chuck Palahniuk, Stephen King and Hunter S. Thompson and just leave it at that?
+Favorite words: whorls, gossamer, dust, in vermis veritas (title of a short story by Brite. Always loved the way those words sound).
+Favorite TV show: X-Files. With Mulder.
+Favorite season and why: Summer, because I don't have to lug around big old furry coats.
+Special talent? I can sneak up on people with boots on.
+Pick a few lyrics/quotes/pictures to describe you:
"Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas ... with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether." Hunter S. Thompson (1939 - 2005), Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
+Describe a sentimental object of yours: My hardcover journal with the brass wheel lock. Smells nice and dusty.
+Most shocking moment of your life: Rather not go into that one, sorry.
+Most embarrassing: Being kissed by a close male friend who I always thought of as a brother. One month off from him being considered jailbait.
+Favorite physical feature: My shoulders. They're bony and rather broad, and always make my tops look nice.
+Tell us a secret: Despite being asexual, I have a rather extensive snuff/guro collection.
+Movies/Music/Books [3 of each] you didn't like and why you didn't like them:
Movies:
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - OMGZ! Look at where teh budget went! Special effectsh splooge everywhere, and cocaine for the kiddies! One of the most overhyped films ever.
The Blade Trilogy - Nu-Horror-vampire-action films are an abomination. Especially the Blade Trilogy. All FX and psuedo-industrial thumping and no storyline.
The Amityville Horror. The recent version had me in stitches. Great make-up and effects, but so damn predictable. What got me was the couple a few rows back in the cinema shrieking their heads off in the closet scene with the babysitter...
Books:
Desperation by Stephen King. I love that book, until the end where it sort of just flops into a dull anti-climax thing...skip the last chaper and you'll be right.
Blood and Gold by Anne Rice. Now I know her husband was battling cancer at the time, but that's still no excuse for turning my favourite pederast Marius into a snorefest-inducing blob.
The Shrine of Jeffrey Dahmer by Brian Masters. It's not badly written, just one hell of a disturbing account on the life of Jeffrey Dahmer. More sad than scary.
Songs/Music:
Untitled, by Simple Plan. These fuckers need to either take some goddamned Zoloft or just groww some damn balls. It's just a big wangst session. And the voice, that whining, droning voice...
My Humps by Black Eyed Peas. I heard this on the radio a few weeks ago and I thought my retinas would detach from head-butting the dashboard in rage. Enough of the Fem-Raunch Culture bullshit already.
Any song written by My Chemical Romance - They share the same chord pattern, vocals and lyrics with 99.9% of the emo-punk bands out there. The frontman reminds me of Ville Valo before his voice dropped. I keep hearing their songs and all I hear is "ANGST! ANGST!"
Fix this...
+You want to hook up an electronic device using an A/C adaptor but the only one you can find does not fit in said device...:So I attempt to pry it in with a screwdriver, thus destroying the small plug, and go plonk on the couch with some green chai and watch Scrubs
+The debate over gay marriage -- consider those that are against it [PS, this isn't an opinion question]: I'm guessing the main reason against legalizing gay marriage is that homosexuality is still seen as a paraphilia; an unusual, taboo or unnatural attraction to another. No children can come out of it, and it has many stereotyped links with promiscuity and disease (though HIV/AIDS is more predominant in straight women). Also many religious texts outlaw it as an unnatural thing, and since so many take religion to heart it's hard to allow the people the texts deem as evil take part in such a sacred union.
...Though Brittany Spears' 3 day marriage didn't seem to bother many.
+someone grabs you from behind, fingers latched in your hair...:Knee them in the groin and run like all hell.
+you're convinced you're in love with someone who does not respond to simple conversation but you want their admiration and to know more about them...:continue making small talk, and if I don't get the desired response, pull their top over their head and leave abruptly.
Thoughts on:
self-mutilation: If it's ceremonial/ritual (scarification, branding), all right with me. If it's a sexual kink, same there. If it's a geniune way to release internal emotional pain, you'd might want to seek help. It can get very nasty if left as a coping method, believe me.
And if it's a cheap way to grab attention; you deserve to be tied them down and jabbed with a buzzsaw...
abortion: tricky...I agree that it's the woman's right to choose, though each case is individual. The very few women who treat abortion as a simple last resort of contraception might want to think about their lifestyle. Abortion is a -very- serious procedure.
For some women it has great benefits; it gives them time to enjoy a child-free life before (if) they decide to settle down and have a family. For others it can be a devastating choice; they might feel guilt (inflicted by others or themselves), loathing, regret.
In short; it's all relative to the woman. In the end it's her body, and her choice.
government: I don't think about the big ticks in suits very much...
popular culture: made up of the top-selling consumerist items in each market. Music, clothes, cars, ideas, it's all about what drags in the customers.
body modification: Hell, you have one body. Get what you can out of it (but don't forget maintainence; it's near impossible to get a refund or replacement for the damn things).
the application: I didn't mind it. I found it more challenging than usual, especially the gay marriage question, that was a little challenging...that's if I got the question, which I'm not sure I did. Ah well. Good job.
Afraid I have no pictures to post as of yet, though I'll post one as soon as the camera's back.
Thanks for your time.