Tuesday, December 15, 2009


I totally bought Xena on DVD!! I am the most excited person ever. I haven't watched this show since I was younger.

On Saturdays I would watch Hercules followed buy Xena. They did Stargate SG1 for a little while and either Cleopatra 2525 and Jack of all Trades. HUGE entertainment junkie!! I remember that too. :D <--Smiley!!

Since I have gotten Xena(!!) and I am so happy about it, i have done a happy dance and I so totally can not type correctly. So i just hope you can read this!!

Monday, December 14, 2009

Sanctuary renewed for a 3rd season

Syfy is expanding its commitments to "Stargate: Universe" and "Sanctuary," granting both series another season.

"Universe" recently aired its freshman midseason finale. The show's hiatus will extend until April, and Season 2 will debut in the fall along with a third season of "Sanctuary."

The Friday night shows have commenced production on their next seasons in Vancouver and have received 20-episode orders. Sanctuary" has averaged 2.2 million viewers in the fall when seven-day DVR data is included. "Universe" has averaged 2.6 million.



YAY!!! More Amanda Tapping then!! YAY!!!

Friday, December 11, 2009

My first favourite...

My first favourite actress I really loved watching on television was and still is Amanda Tapping. I did fall in love in a matter of speaking. She was the one I looked up to.

Here she is a Captain Samantha Carter in Stargate SG1. The moment I loved her and her character is when she uttered this sentence, "Just because my reproductive organs are on the inside instead of the outside doesn't mean I can't handle whatever you can handle." I would so love to use that on someone, because women are capable of doing things themselves. We are capable people.

Amanda Tapping has played Samantha Carter for over ten years and she just makes the character. She is amazing, and very talented woman.

Now she plays Helen Magnus on Sanctuary. This show is her baby, she stars in it, produces it and has directed it too. What an awesome woman.

Then Amanda Tapping started a charity called Sanctuary for Kids. Amazing.

My love for Amanda Tapping has grown more and more.


Tuesday, December 8, 2009

This I wrote awhile ago...

Existance... is there a meaning?

Meaning? Does existance have meaning?
Is it falling in love?
With one person? Or torn between two?
Falling for one and being with them forever?
Shy to tell them? Or shout it from the roof tops?
Is there meaning to our existance?

Is it to be mindless?
Same thing over and over?
Are we to live out our lives?
Or what? What are we suppose to do?
Are we to die young and not experience anything?

What are we to experience?
If we did go, leaving this world behind, who would miss us?
Where would we end up?
Are we good or bad?
Who cares enough? Who would say, "You are important to me"?
Should we stay in this world? Or should we leave?

is it being with the one you care about?
them caressing you?
being with you? loving you?
having the soft kisses? just being with each other?
someone making you feel loved and appreciated?
is this the meaning of our existance?

Is it having your heart torn out?
Being ripped to shreds and stomped on?
Then show to everyone you know?
Is it suppose to be done all the time? or just once?
Is this suppose to be our existance?

Is it suppose to be working at a mindless job?
One that you have done hundreds of time?
One that you could do in your sleep?
One that you like but gets on your nerves?
Is it time to change jobs?

Is existance..
waiting for someone to call?
wanting someone to be all right?
wishing that life wasn't so complicated?
having your soulmate infront of you and not even knowing it?
caring deeply for someone and wishing that they knew it?

What is the meaning of our existance?

Monday, September 21, 2009

Not as your figment (poem)

There are times when I feel this way, but hopefully not any more.

Not as your figment

People think I am just a figment
Only there to give advice
Not there for any real friendships
Just to put me out of there minds when they are done

I am a person
Someone who needs friends
A person who’s there for fun
Not just to be put away again

I am not as figment
I am as real as can be
I have feelings
There’s more to me then what you think

There are a few who know me
To them I am not a figment
I am as real to them as they are to me
Those are the ones who matter the most

For those of you who don’t see me anymore
I speak out to you
You make me sick
And stay the hell away
I am a force to be reckoned with
Once I’m gone I’m gone
So don’t think that I’ll come back
I’ll just forget you as you forgot me
Just don’t cross my path

I’ll be fine without you
Have been for a while now
No need to worry
I don’t worry about you

You thought you knew me
It’s true you really don’t
You haven’t met the real me
To you I am just a figment
But it’s not true
I am not a figment

I’ll go on living without you
I’ll go on living who I am
I’ll just go… on living
Not as your figment

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Forever Mine

A slight brunette woman made her way through the parking lot to her car. The parking lot lights flickered every few seconds, they looked like they were about to blow out soon. She was tired, a hectic work day behind her. Standing next to her car, she fumbled through her purse for her keys.

A frustrated “Gah!” came from her lips. She knew her keys were in there, but she couldn’t find them at all.

Out of the corner of her eyes shadows moved. She really didn’t pay much attention, intent on finding her keys.

After five minutes of searching in her purse, she finally smiled. Putting the key in the lock, this time she noticed the shadows and hurried to get inside. She fumbled a few times, but finally managed to get in. Locking the doors immediately. She started her car and headed for home on the other side of town.

Home seemed so far away. Home. Would she ever feel safe? No more shadows? Comforted by the four walls, yet going home to nothing but herself. Her boyfriend lived in a different state, always a phone call away. But her thoughts were of worrying about getting home.

She was almost home, five minutes away, so close. Suddenly something hit the back end of her car. She hesitated about stopping to see the damage that was done, but it got the better of her and she pulled over and stopped. She grabbed a flashlight from the backseat and turned it on.

Holding the flashlight in one hand, her keys in the other, she left her car door ajar and walked slowly to the back of her car. She looked all around the car, not a scratch, a dent or anything. She turned her flashlight towards the road behind the car. There was nothing on the road behind the car. She swore, she knew something had hit her car.

A shadow crossed the path of the flashlight beam. She jumped and ran to her car door. She slammed the door shut and tried to put the key into the ignition. It wouldn’t go in! Something had happened to the key. She looked at it with her flashlight, the key had melted.

“What the F…?” came from her mouth. Disbelief washed over her face. “What the…”

BAM! Something hit the car, something big. She turned the flashlight off. BAM! Again.

“omigod …” she whispered.

Her eyes darted all around, window to window to window.


She couldn’t see anything, just shadows. She was growing more and more frantic by each hit to her car. Suddenly her car doors unlocked and were wrenched open.

“What…” barely a whisper, all that she could manage to choke out. She opened her mouth to scream, nothing came out.

The shadows swarmed around her car, circling as if to keep her there, not letting her leave. Something bigger than the shadows loomed in the distance, coming closer and closer, Something that was darker than the shadows swarming round her car.

Shaking began to wrack her body. The flashlight dropped and her keys not long after. The car began vibrating, something big was coming. Her shaking got worse with every growing second.

What was it that was coming to get this woman? Why her? What was happening? Why?

Scared. Panic. Disbelief. Waves of emotion rampaged through her.

The car’s vibrations got worse. Whatever it was was closer, the shadows still swirling around the car. They never let up.

A huge hand reached through the shadows into the car. She froze. Then the adrenaline kicked in. She was kicking, screaming, fighting the hand as much as possible. Clutching her gently, the hand pulled her from the car and up through the black shadows that now swarmed around her, making sure that she couldn’t see what had her. She had no idea where she was. That thing took her far from town, not even on Earth anymore.

She didn’t even notice she was no longer near her car and moving away from it and everything else she knew.

From sheer exhaustion of fighting, she fell into sleep in it’s hands.

Hours passed. She woke up in a bed, not knowing where she was. There was a light above her, but darkness obscured her surroundings. She could hear a muffled rumbling in the distance.

“I’m coming for you,” a deep male voice echoed out of the distance.

She tried to get out of the light and into the darkness to hide, but the light followed her, no matter how hard she tried.

“You are for me,” the same voice again, closer this time. Chills went up and down her spine. She didn’t like the thoughts of what could happen, she refused to focus on it. She thought of her boyfriend instead, and her mother and her sister.

“You are mine. Forever mine.” above her.

She was a frozen on the bed.

“You are forgotten. Someone no one cares for. You have lost everything. Nothing is what you have.”


In the daylight, police investigated her abandoned car. Her purse was still sitting on the passenger seat, everything still in place from the night before, nothing missing. There was still gas in the car. Police were running out of options as to why she disappeared.


“Mine. Mine. Forever mine.”

She shivered again, but couldn’t move. Stillness. No more rumbling, but she could feel his presence there. She had no idea what was going to happen, and how long she was going to be there. He said forever and she knew he meant it. Forever was a long time.

She wished to see her mother again and her boyfriend.


The police finally made a full report.
Missing Woman
Race: Caucasian
Age: 24
Brown hair, Brown eyes
Height: 5 ft 4 in
Her name: Ellen Jaberwowski


Ellen regrets one thing, she should have told her boyfriend she was pregnant with his child. She fears for the child and what will happen to them.

“Forever mine.” sounds again and again and this time she hears it in her head. The longer she’s there, the more things happen. She never hears the man coming, if man is what he is. All Ellen feels is his presence. The man never speaks aloud anymore, she just hears him in her head.

Her nightmares are never going to go away.
Doomed. Tortured.

“Forever mine.-”

Monday, August 3, 2009


What to blog about? What to blog? I don't know... I will think of something, eventually.