Pure little Lilith
Ладно, перед тем, как отправиться на очередной шабаш я засуну сюда картинку, которая мне очень нра:
Pure little Lilith
Нашла в интернете сканы комикса по "Кошмару". Красиво нарисовано, но, к сожалению, с присущей манговым комиксам черно-белостью. 
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понедельник, 23 октября 2006
Pure little Lilith
Обана 
Я только сегодня завела этот дневник, а уже столько всего сюда накидала... Ну ладно, положу сюда еще одну фотку и на сегодня хорош.
Это я с младшим братом 
Я только сегодня завела этот дневник, а уже столько всего сюда накидала... Ну ладно, положу сюда еще одну фотку и на сегодня хорош. Это я с младшим братом Pure little Lilith
Pure little Lilith
Завтра снова пойдем с Ленкой гулять. Опять пропаду до ночи - родители будут меня искать, а я снова буду не в состоянии связать двух слов. Ох, какое же это тяжелое дело - гулять!=)) 
Завтра, кстати, обещают хорошую погоду +14
Завтра, кстати, обещают хорошую погоду +14
Pure little Lilith
Ник – Nandini
Реальное имя – Саша
Дата рождения – 6 сентября 1989
Место рождения – Москва
Место нахождения в настоящий момент – дома
Цвет глаз – зелено-голубые
Цвет волос – черные
Правша или левша- правша
Знак зодиака - Дева/Змея
Национальность – русская с примесью цыганской крови
Мечта – секрет
Страхи – не скажу
Люблю ли я сейчас кого-то по-настоящему - не скажу
Первые мысли просыпаясь – буду спать дальше
Учусь - в Таможенной академии на юрфаке
Как учусь - из под палки
Любимый цвет – розовый, черный, белый
Любимый день недели – суббота
Число - 13
Месяц - июнь
Время года - лето
Группа – Lacuna Coil
Певец – нет
Певица – Элен Сегара, Ванесса Паради
Фильм - "Эдвард руки-ножницы", "Сонная лощина", "Пираты карибского моря", "Анжелика", многие индийские фильмы
Анимационный фильм - "Кошмар перед рождеством", "Труп невесты"
Актер - Джонни Депп
Актриса - Хелена Бонэм-Картер, Кира Найтли, Айшварья Рай
Режиссер - Тим Бартон, Стивен Спилберг
Песня (на данный момент) – Pourtant
Моё хобби – танцевать восточные танцы, гадать на картах, гулять с лучшей подружкой, сидеть в инете, кино
Куришь – нет
Ругаешься – ну бывает
Поёшь – пою! Обожаю петь!
Пишешь песни – стихи(но редко)
Хочешь замуж\жениться? - хочу, но только за человека, в которого сильно влюблюсь, и которого полюблю
Как хочешь умереть – без мучений
Кем хочешь быть в будущем – кем-нибудь известным
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Ну а у меня в комнате теперь живет вот такое чудо(мультфильм Corpse Bride)
Pure little Lilith
Герой замечательного мультфильма "Кошмар перед рождеством"
Pure little Lilith
Pure little Lilith
В общем, это я
Еще раз приятно познакомиться
Еще раз приятно познакомиться
Pure little Lilith
Vincent"
Vincent Malloy is seven years old;
He's always polite and does what he's told.
For a boy his age, he's considerably nice,
But he wants to be just like Vincent Price.
He doesn't mind living with his sister, dog, and cats,
Though he'd rather share a home with spiderwebs and bats.
There he could reflect on the horrors he's invented,
And wander dark hallways, alone and tormented.
Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him,
But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum.
He likes to experiment on his dog, Abercrombie
In hopes of creating a horrible zombie.
So he and his horrible zombie dog
Can go searching for victims in the London fog.
His thoughts, though, aren't always of ghoulish crime;
He likes to paint and read to pass some of the time.
While other kids read books like "Go Jane Go,"
Vincent's favourite author is Edgar Allen Poe.
One night while reading a gruesome tale,
He read a passage that made him turn pale.
Such horrible news, he could not survive,
For his beautiful wife had been buried alive.
He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead,
Unaware that her grave was his mother's flower bed.
His mother sent Vincent off to his room.
He knew he had been banished to the Tower of Doom,
Where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life
Alone with the portrait of his beautful wife.
All alone and insane, incased in his doom,
Vincent's mother burst suddenly into the room.
She said, "If you want to, you can go out and play.
It's sunny outside and a beautiful day."
Vincent tried to talk but he just couldn't speak;
The years of isolation had made him quite weak.
So he took out some paper and sprawled with a pen,
"I am possessed by this house and can never leave it again."
His mother said, "You're not possessed and you're not almost dead.
These games that you play are all in your head.
You're not Vincent Price; you're Vincent Malloy.
You're not tormented or insane, you're just a small boy.
You're seven years old and you are my son.
I want you to get outside and have some real fun."
Her anger - an hour spent - she walked out the door through the hall.
And while Vincent backed slowly against the wall,
The room started to sway, shiver, and creak.
His harbored insanity had reached it's peak.
He saw Abercrombie, his zombie slave,
And heard his wife call from beyond the grave.
She spoke from her coffin and made ghoulish demands,
While through cracked walls reached skeleton hands.
Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams
Swept his mad laughter to terrified screams.
To escape his madness, he reached for the door,
But fell limp and lifeless on the floor.
His voice was soft and very slow,
As he quoted "The Raven" from Edgar Allen Poe:
"And my soul, from out that shadow, that lies floating on the floor,
Shall be lifted nevermore."
--Tim Burton, 1982.
Сам мульт вы можете найти здесь http://spiridonov.net.ru
Vincent Malloy is seven years old;
He's always polite and does what he's told.
For a boy his age, he's considerably nice,
But he wants to be just like Vincent Price.
He doesn't mind living with his sister, dog, and cats,
Though he'd rather share a home with spiderwebs and bats.
There he could reflect on the horrors he's invented,
And wander dark hallways, alone and tormented.
Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him,
But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum.
He likes to experiment on his dog, Abercrombie
In hopes of creating a horrible zombie.
So he and his horrible zombie dog
Can go searching for victims in the London fog.
His thoughts, though, aren't always of ghoulish crime;
He likes to paint and read to pass some of the time.
While other kids read books like "Go Jane Go,"
Vincent's favourite author is Edgar Allen Poe.
One night while reading a gruesome tale,
He read a passage that made him turn pale.
Such horrible news, he could not survive,
For his beautiful wife had been buried alive.
He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead,
Unaware that her grave was his mother's flower bed.
His mother sent Vincent off to his room.
He knew he had been banished to the Tower of Doom,
Where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life
Alone with the portrait of his beautful wife.
All alone and insane, incased in his doom,
Vincent's mother burst suddenly into the room.
She said, "If you want to, you can go out and play.
It's sunny outside and a beautiful day."
Vincent tried to talk but he just couldn't speak;
The years of isolation had made him quite weak.
So he took out some paper and sprawled with a pen,
"I am possessed by this house and can never leave it again."
His mother said, "You're not possessed and you're not almost dead.
These games that you play are all in your head.
You're not Vincent Price; you're Vincent Malloy.
You're not tormented or insane, you're just a small boy.
You're seven years old and you are my son.
I want you to get outside and have some real fun."
Her anger - an hour spent - she walked out the door through the hall.
And while Vincent backed slowly against the wall,
The room started to sway, shiver, and creak.
His harbored insanity had reached it's peak.
He saw Abercrombie, his zombie slave,
And heard his wife call from beyond the grave.
She spoke from her coffin and made ghoulish demands,
While through cracked walls reached skeleton hands.
Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams
Swept his mad laughter to terrified screams.
To escape his madness, he reached for the door,
But fell limp and lifeless on the floor.
His voice was soft and very slow,
As he quoted "The Raven" from Edgar Allen Poe:
"And my soul, from out that shadow, that lies floating on the floor,
Shall be lifted nevermore."
--Tim Burton, 1982.
Сам мульт вы можете найти здесь http://spiridonov.net.ru
Pure little Lilith
Всем по каким-то причинам сюда заглянувшим - привет! Вот, наконец-то решилась завести онлайн-дневник. Для чего - пока не знаю. Узнаю в процессе. Скорее всего буду писать тут о всем, что мне нравится. Буду выкладывать инфу о любимых фильмах, актерах, режиссерах, певицах и т.д. О личной жизни буду писать по минимуму(так как не люблю заниматься душевным эксгебиционизмом). Вот и все, что я хочу сказать в своей первой записи.
ВСЕМ ВЕЛКАМ!
ВСЕМ ВЕЛКАМ!