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Warning, this post may contain spoilers. I’ve warned you.

Yesterday night I’ve decided to watch this movie because some people talked about it months ago and now I could get my hands on it. Based on what I’ve heard about it (guy goes to a company to erase the memories of his ex-girlfriend but during the process he decides he doesn’t want to do it) the story should be interesting. I can tell, it is. It’s not a save-the-world or make-humanity-better, fortunately, because I’m really fed up with those kind of movies. I mean, sure, at a cinema I want to watch someting monumental, but at home I want movies proportional to my TV.

The story is quite good, if you wait a bit. Awesome, and I do mean it. However, this movie ain’t for you if you don’t like to think a bit during a movie, or if you can’t follow a movie if it’s made of “mixed up” flashbacks. One of the strong points of the movie is that it’s nonlinear, and even some fragments are “broken”, according to a brain losing certain key memories, and if that wasn’t enough, there’s a secondary storyline in the mean time, which actually connects to the main one at several points, and it also have a small twist, which actually has a strong influence to the ending of the movie. Despite all those confusings and timeline scramblings, I think it’s a pretty followable movie, and every part will fall into its place in time, though it’s not that predictable as The 13th Floor was. Also, the twists are logical somehow and not farfetched like in some movies where there’s an unreasoned illogical twist just to prove the viewer can’t predict the end. (Like, a romantic love story where the girl has a terminal illness, but at the end she’s abducted by aliens.)

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Well, if you’ve seen the movie, you pretty much know what happens next. If you haven’t, let me have this one last part unspoiled and go watch it.

Here’s the original The Korgis version of the ending title’s theme:

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And on this picture, Jim/Joel looks like Rubint:

PS: I’ve installed the spoiler plugin so I could use it for this entry. Seriously.

Dreams. They’re so fragile and forgettable. I know I do dream almost every night but I usually forget them when I wake up, or within 5-10 minutes after. My last dream is already fading as I write it – and since I just saw the Eternal Shine of the Spotless Mind yesterday, it’s really weird.

In my dream, I tried to protect a girl. I can’t remember much about her, only that she was nice and beautiful. That, and she was chased by a guy whose idea of seduction was to shoot her down with a tranquilizer gun. I think I met her on the street at night, that part is a bit fuzzy. She was shot (I didn’t know that until later), she reached up to her neck and started to fall own and I caught her. Next thing I remember we’re in my car (which I don’t have yet, actually), and she’s talking about this guy who’s chasing her. She’s tired, she’s annoyed, she’s at the edge of crying, but she’s strong and she won’t give up to him. That she hadn’t say, that I saw on her. (I’m usually good with seeing people’s emotions, though sometimes I really fuck it up…) So first we try to run, but even while we’re running, I’m thinking about a plan. Then we get to a shop where we buy some cafeine tablets, because that neutralizes the tranquilizer gun’s drug, and she gives me a chicken sandwich. She’s smiling, and she has almost as beautiful smile as Ket and Panther have. We’re talking a bit, can’t remember exactly, but we’re damn too tired to run, and I got my plan already.

Now we’re at some kind of a party in a large underpass, with lots of people, where I see my friend, who’s a drummer in a cool band (I first met the singer/guitarrist of the band, I had wrote about him in my previous blog, he was that street musician with the awesome voice and talent), and I ask him if he could help us hide while I get some help. He agrees, and meanwhile we meet some of my high school mates (Dominika is still pretty and still look way too seriously), and then we’re at a large flat with closed curtains. We get an ambush from the guy but thanks to the pills we bought we don’t fall asleep, and he runs away. Actually I can’t see the guy at all, because he just shoots from outside, and when we (the girl and me) get shot, Balázs (the drummer) jumps to the window but only sees someone running away. And then arrives my good old pal Pipás (Piper, not the instrument, the smoking pipe), to save the day. I introduce him, and he says to her that he always wonders where I meet such pretty ladies, for he always sees me in the company of so pretty ladies as her. She smiles and looks at me and asks if I think she’s pretty, because she feels she looks terrible, and I say something like “You look tired, annoyed, angry. You look like someone who hasn’t slept for ages. Still, you look like someone who won’t give up. You look strong and determined. I don’t care whether or not you have wrinkles from lack of sleep, or if your hair is a bit messy from the constant run. You are pretty, and you are beautiful.” Or something like that. And then I woke up and couldn’t sleep back for a bit and when I did, it was a different dream.

That second dream was a lot of garbage, except I met A-chan and she was surprised I’m there. Oh and someone asked two guys about their names and one of them said he’s Missuss Gabriel and he’s an angel, and I knew that he tells the truth, which is stupid, because angels don’t have genders. And he wasn’t beautiful either.

I’ll write about the movie later (I liked it) but now I got to get up.

This weekend was awful. My father is worse and worse. Once he bought some ham and I liked it so I took some. Now each weekend I go home he buys some ham and asks if I want some. I tell him I don’t. Then I tell him a second time. When he asks the 10th time I tell him even if he asks a hundred more times I won’t want some. Now he starts shouting that I should be pleased he asks. Geez.

Fortunately it seems I’ll be able to make these visits less frequent. The only reason I go is because I don’t have a washing machine (and, being a typical male, I can’t wash my clothes by hand), and now I have enough clothes that I only need a visit every other weekend. Yay. Now anyone can think I’m a ungrateful brat, but I don’t care, I still blame my father being such a fuck wanting me to spend the least time possible with him. I love my mother but I just can’t stand my father’s assholeness. I’m so glad I don’t need them financially now.

I think Esztergom has a bad influence on me now. A month or so ago I had that throat infection which made me cough like hell. Since then I have the occasional coughs, but it’s always worse when I’m in Esztergom, and there I can’t sleep enough to get rid of my tiredness, and now I even got a headache. I don’t blame the heat, because I often get a headache there. It might be psychical, but I don’t care as long as I can prevent it by not going there.

Yay for technology: I’m writing this post on the train and will post it when I get home. I’m thinking about buying wireless internet, but it seems those are for windows only, and of course I have linux on my laptop (which isn’t mine actually, it’s company property, but I can use it like it was mine, as long as I don’t change the parts), because I won’t pay ~40.000 Ft for an operating system that ain’t good for anything, if I can have a working OS for free. Frankly, I only use windows for playing games now.
Gotta pack up the laptop now, we’re approaching my station.

Waking up to the fact that your mother’s shouting something into her cellphone to someone and your sister-in-law’s just arrived and you’re lying in the bad in underpants while your door is wide open is not a good thing. Realizing that it’s 9am, you went to sleep after midnight, and you just can’t sleep back even though you want to won’t make it better. After taking a shower I just realized I forgot to bring a towel with me (and for some strange but logical reason we don’t keep them in the bathroom), and I managed to put the toothpaste on the neck of my toothbrush. I don’t dare to shave.

I’m always happy if I meet someone I haven’t heard from for ages and we can pick up roughly where we left off. It seems it’s only normal for me to still feel the same about them I felt when we last met – only anger tend to turn into simple sadness. Love lasts.

I had a really crap night. I’ve dreamt about some pretty messed stuff – like, I was under water mining, while talking about my new guild in World of Warcraft to a friend, then came a loading screen. I can’t remember much more details, only that it was really screwed up. I woke up several times, just to realize I’ve sweat out another litre of water. This time it’s good that I couldn’t afford a bed yet and I’m still sleeping on an inflatable matress (which seems to deflate faster than it did before), which won’t soak up all those sweat, and the bedsheets were due to a cleaning anyways. Strange, while I was skinny to an unhealthy measure, I couldn’t bear cold, but I had an easy time with hot. I always wore ankle-long jeans and long sleeve flannel shirts without dropping a sweat. Now I’m at considerable weight (73kg for roughly 180cm), I still can’t bear cold but now I can’t endure hot either. Or maybe I wasn’t exposed to 41°C in daylight, 30°C at night. I still remember when last year Cass told me people there were once complaining how cold were there one winter when the thermometers showed 18°C. Above zero. She lives in Tucson. (Well, she lived there last year.)

I’ve drunk a lot of mineral water since I woke up but I still have a headache. This won’t be a good day for me, I’m afraid.

I like certain mythological creatures and tales, and nymphs and satyrs (even though I don’t know much about them – yet) are one of my favourite creatures. Once I wrote a really good story (everyone said it was good), and the main character was a satyr. Also I like pretty pictures, so you can imagine how I love this particular piece:

Satyr, by lolita-art

She has an awesome galery on deviantart, really worth to check out.

There’s a certain song I’m hunting for for ages, since when I first heard it in Mind Games Puzzle Challenge 2. I don’t know who composed it, when, and what’s its title. And now I’m checking out the new Pink Martini album, and the third song (Mar Desconocido) covered it. Can anyone help me identify it? (I know, since this blog is private right now, this is a dumb question, but I already have some readers, so I give it a shot…)

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The hunted tune starts at 1:22 first.

Hell yeah. People who destroy something to prevent others to buy them doesn’t ever realize that destroying it will MAKE those people to buy a new one? Enviromentalists often hastily do things which lead to the opposite effect they want to achieve…

I took a break to drink a capuccino in the café next door to us, and when I payed the guy told me I have a 10% discount because I’m a regular customer. Well, everyone at our company has, but when I go there Levi just asks if I want my usual capuccino.

Also I realized that recently I only get newsletters and “forwarded mail”. That is, any mail that contains mostly impersonal contents, at least 20-30 recipients, and usually has the info about the last 3-4 times it was forwarded (with sender and recipients’ e-mail addresses…). Many times it contains a PPS which is made of some pictures with lines which were considered funny by someone – and usually these pps files take 10-15 times more storage space than if only the pictures were sent. Hooray for microsoft who thinks it takes at least 10KB to store the letter ‘a’. (Test it: open MS Word, enter the letter a, save it and check the file size. Now do that with a simple txt file and compare.)