The Eternal Internal Battle

.•¤ Professional Crisis ¤•.

First of all I need to say that this is a personal post, solely and exclusively based on how I feel ok, and if someone feel like me or are going through the same situation I can only say ... "Welcome Aboard Little grasshopper".

I tend to say that my head is like the eye of a hurricane, nothing ever keep in place and everything is always in constant transformation, I've always been a very restless person, I think this is due to inheritance of the hyperactive child that one day I was, my tastes change very quickly, in fact everything changes very quickly for me.
I'm the kind of person who says, "Ok I've found my favorite movie," and two weeks after watching another movie says, "Ok I've found my new favorite movie," I don't see that as a bad thing, quite the contrary think it is a characteristic of mine who helps me a lot, for example, I can get interested in many different things and learn so much more than if I just concentrate on one thing.

The problem however begins when you enter the professional field, I have already commented on the blog description but I will reiterate, I graduated in Law and exercised the profession for a year as an intern, before I graduate I had started the same course one year before, but stopped in the first half of the first year as I went to  a crisis like, "Oh my God is that what I want to do for the rest of my life?", for this reason I take off one year to reflect, and then I decided that yes, I wanted to do the course, but after three years I realized that I loved the classes and the course itself but I didn't want in any way to be a lawyer.


I finished college because there were only two years left and I really like to study law, but when the course end my family began to press me, "you will not make the OAB test?" (without this test you can't be a lawyer), and I always brushed it aside saying, "yes, I will, but only next year," the truth is that I didn't want to take that test.
Finally I started working in the accounting office of my father to help him and my sister, and it's not a bad job, but it's not something I wanted to do for the rest of my life, and then came a new problem, I asked myself what I really like to do? and the answer to that question was ... I don't know.

That's it, so began my new life crisis, I spent hours crying when I realized that I just didn't know what I wanted to do professionally, I knew I liked to write, to read, that I was a highly communicative person, liked geek and pop culture, liked to travel, loved researching all kinds of things, but didn't know if it were sought qualities in a job.
After this small outbreak I started looking for jobs, and once again I came across another obstacle, every time I found something really cool and that I would like to do, it required a degree in an area that I hadn't, and you can imagine how frustrating this is, knowing that you fits the description but does not have necessary.

Right now I'm in one of my phases, "Okay! The world hates me", exactly for the things described above, I feel frustrated to see people who find themselves in the world and find exactly what they like to do and is fortunate to actually work professionally in the area.
But that doesn't stop me to keep trying, I'm still looking for that cool job, but that doesn't mean I'm not giving myself 110% to my current job.

And if you've read this that far thinking that you would going to read how I managed to get out of this and find my dream job, I'm sorry but the battle for me just begun.

What I can say is, don't lose hope and keep giving your best, my grandmother always told me that when you try really hard you will always be rewarded.

I don't know for sure what the fate reserved for me, but I know it will be wonderful and that it's up to me makes that happens.


Book Time: The Mortal Instruments

 .•¤ Book Time ¤•.

Returning with another book time, I think this is my favorite part of the blog, because I'm an assumed BookWorm , I usually read a lot since childhood, I remember my favorite Christmas and birthday presents have always been books, and It's a habit I keep until today.
The book this time is not just a book, but a whole series, "The Mortal Instruments" by Cassandra Clare, I confess that this was the first time I looked for a book after having seen its adaptation to screens.


I remember going to the movies with a friend and have loved the poster of this movie, without knowing anything about the story we decided to go and just watch it, and I loved, simple as that, I loved, I usually don't like stories that revolve around romantic couples, but this movie had such a different story and elements that I always loved, so even though the movie have a big focus on the central couple I just loved it.
The secondary characters were super charismatic in a different way, you had with them a relationship of love and hate, after I finished watching the movie and realized it was based on a book series I was curious and I went seek to find out more, but only this month I finally bought the box with the first 4 books.

City of Bones: When fifteen-year-old Clary Fray heads out to the Pandemonium Club in New York City, she hardly expects to witness a murder—much less a murder committed by three teenagers covered with strange tattoos and brandishing bizarre weapons. Then the body disappears into thin air. It’s hard to call the police when the murderers are invisible to everyone else and when there is nothing—not even a smear of blood—to show that a boy has died. Or was he a boy?This is Clary’s first meeting with the Shadowhunters, warriors dedicated to ridding the earth of demons. It’s also her first encounter with Jace, a Shadowhunter who looks a little like an angel and acts a lot like a jerk. Within twenty-four hours Clary is pulled into Jace’s world with a vengeance, when her mother disappears and Clary herself is attacked by a demon. But why would demons be interested in ordinary mundanes like Clary and her mother? And how did Clary suddenly get the Sight? The Shadowhunters would like to know...

For now I only read the first book, "City of Bones", but I'm fascinated, I devoured the book in 3 days, as I said the secondary characters draw my attention more than the main couple, especially Alec, with which I have a love-hate relationship, he has that carrogant attitude that I hate but at the same time realize that it is just a facade to hide what he really feels, and then I love him.
Another character I loved was Magnus Bane, keep this name it still will be very important throughout the series and I will not say anything more about it to not spoil the surprise.
The book is full of fantasy mingling among the buildings of the modern city, I think this is one of the coolest points of the book, as if there is a different and invisible world inside of our own.
While the book discusses past and common themes such as vampires and werewolves and hunters, he gives them a new look that leaves no tiresome reading or beat.
The Hunters here are described as "Shadow Hunters", or "Nephilim", and this is where it gets interesting, the Nephilims are half angels, For that reason they have the amazing ability to be invisible to the eyes of common people among many other fantastic abilities. 
If you love a good book of fantasy and magic like me, you will absolutely love this book.








The Return of the Night Prince Lestat

 .•¤ Lestat The Brat Prince is Back ¤•.
Art by bakalucjan

You read that right my dear little bats, the most infamous, egocentric, bratty, gorgeous and powerful vampire is back.
A while ago Anne Rice announced on her facebook page that she had written a new book and that it had been a  completely turn  to the opposite side  of what she had been writing lately, her series of werewolves and erotic stories, and that she would reveal the title and the theme of the book on her son Christopher's radio show, who is also an amazing author, his most recent book can be purchased HERE, the Dinner Party Show on the 03/09.

This created a great stir among her fans and a steady buzz began to take shape, and what if it was a new book of the vampire chronicles?, People wondered, that exaltation had a good reason to happen, Anne hadn’t written a vampire chronic since 2003 and everyone thought that it was over, but her loyal fans still had hope meeting their favorite vampires again.

On 03/09 Anne finally revealed the contents and title of her new book, and for the utter happiness of her fans it was a new book of the vampire chronicles and more exciting yet, it was about the most loved and hated vampire of all time LESTAT, "Prince Lestat" will be released on 10/28 this year.

Which by the way is on pre-sale on Amazon, HERE.
I personally could not be happier, after all my first book was Queen of the Damned, the third book of the vampire chronicles, and it's no secret that Anne Rice is my favorite author.
I believe, like many others, that she is the mother of modern vampirism, there is a literary manifestation which is strongly endorsing that Anne helped, along with Bram Stoker, to build the image of the modern vampire, so when our beloved author announced the return of her most striking character, almost a myth if it was up to Lestat to describe himself, every single fan of hers went into a frenzy of joy without proportions.

As if that were not enough, Anne also gave hope to her fans that a new movie about the chronicles are to come, she has not confirmed anything, but said there have been  conversations and that "maybe" a new movie can be made ​​and most likely based on the book "The Vampire Lestat".
She asked the fans on her facebook page to give their opinion of who would be the best choice of actor to interpret Lestat, and obviously a lot of great opinions emerged, the very Anne Rice gave her opinion and her ideal actor for the role of Lestat  is Stephen Amell who is the protagonist of the Arrow series.

In short this week was a very hectic week for the fans of Lestat and company, we can only wait and digest all this excitement and anxiety until the book is released.

Quick reminder that Anne Rice’s personal assistant, Becket, is also a very talented author and his books are also focused on the world of vampirism, but in a different and very particular way, and he's recently launched the the fifth part of his series "Blood Vivicanti", which you can purchase HERE, and the second book of his teen series  " Key the Steampunk Vampire Girl", which can be acquired HERE.
I'm a big fan of his work and I recommend you read his series because it's very good, I wrote about his children's book HERE. 



Don’t you see? It’s a new age. It requires a new evil. And I am that new evil.


Harry Potter In Real Life

.•¤ Harry Potter Looking for Platform 9 3/4 ¤•.
I usually say that from time to time the universe blesses us with fantastic gifts, one of them certainly was the Harry Potter series.
Those who had the pleasure, as I, of growing with this series have passed it forward as a legend to be told, but what makes this saga so special is the simple fact that it is not lost with time, the flames  lit by it never went out or slowed down since his birth.

Knowing that the youtube channel Imrpove Everywhere , known for making "Real Life" versions of big movie, launched on 11.19.2013 their version of "Real Life" Harry Potter, they put a little boy, much like Harry, in a train station asking people if they knew where was the entrance to the station 9 3/4.

What fascinates most in this video is the reaction of people, many of them are touched and almost all of them recognize the tip, with varied age group, almost all recognize the little wizard boy.

Watch and see:

Are attitudes like this that never leave a story die, and through it we can see how much people still love this saga.




Book Time: Key The Steampunk Vampire Girl.

                                               .•¤ Book Time ¤•.

After a little while missing (because of work) I'm back with a new section on my blog that is: Book Time, every time I find a book that catches my attention I will post here on Book Time, the book I chose this time is one that I has not yet finished reading, I'm just at the beginning of it, but I can say with certainty that it has won a place in my heart, the book is  Key The Steampunk Vampire Girl written by Becket, which by chance happens to be the personal assistant of my favorite author Anne Rice, and is also beautifully illustrated by Raven Quinn, who happens to be an amazing singer, Songwriter and designer.
Key had a very happy life on a farm — until her ninth birthday, when she lost her mom and dad, was changed into a vampire, and was ushered to the City of the Dead where she was thrown into the Dungeon of Despair. Key is now imprisoned for the rest of her immortal life in darkness, loneliness, and emptiness. But hope is not lost when Key is befriended by a ghost, a witch, and an immortal puppy. Through friendship, Key must learn that she herself is the key to freedom from Despair. Brought to life with the dazzling artwork of Raven Quinn, Becket - assistant to New York Times bestselling author Anne Rice - shares with you an enchanting world of vampire castles, glowing flowers, Crinomatics, and mostly dead Mystical Creatures.


Like I said, I have not finished reading this book but I wanted to share because I'm fascinated by it, the story is engaging and will not let you stop reading and I can assure you that you will find much more than what you was looking for with this book, as a fan of the genre Steampunk and youth and children's literature I find myself in this moment lost within this reading, I hope you will too.

You can purchase your copy at amazon site in both paperback version (they deliver worldwide) as the Kindle version.






















.•¤  Kindle Version ¤•.






















The Tell Tale Heart Narrated by Matthew Gray Gubler.

.•¤ The Tell - Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe Narrated by Matthew Gray Gubler ¤•.

For who does not know Matthew Gray Gubler is an actor and director who currently plays Dr. Spencer Reid in the CBS television series, the actor does not hide his fascination with the horror genre, claiming that his favorite holiday of the year is Halloween, he even has several characters designed by him based on that style that are made into shirts that are sold sporadically by him on his site.

On Halloween, October 31, Matthew posted on the website soundcloud a narration done by him of the famous text of horror master Edgar Allan Poe's "Tale Heart", the text tells the story of a man who denies his madness and who is determined to prove it to the reader, and even having murdered a man who never done him any harm, if you want to listen to is below.



Here's the transcript of the text:

THE TELL-TALE HEART
by Edgar Allan Poe
1843
TRUE! --nervous --very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses --not destroyed --not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily --how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture --a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees --very gradually --I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.
Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded --with what caution --with what foresight --with what dissimulation I went to work! I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it --oh so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly --very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha! would a madman have been so wise as this, And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously-oh, so cautiously --cautiously (for the hinges creaked) --I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights --every night just at midnight --but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he has passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept.
Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch's minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers --of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was, opening the door, little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea; and perhaps he heard me; for he moved on the bed suddenly, as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back --but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness, (for the shutters were close fastened, through fear of robbers,) and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily.
I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in bed, crying out --"Who's there?"
I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed listening; --just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to the death watches in the wall.
Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief --oh, no! --it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me. I say I knew it well. I knew what the old man felt, and pitied him, although I chuckled at heart. I knew that he had been lying awake ever since the first slight noise, when he had turned in the bed. His fears had been ever since growing upon him. He had been trying to fancy them causeless, but could not. He had been saying to himself --"It is nothing but the wind in the chimney --it is only a mouse crossing the floor," or "It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp." Yes, he had been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions: but he had found all in vain. All in vain; because Death, in approaching him had stalked with his black shadow before him, and enveloped the victim. And it was the mournful influence of the unperceived shadow that caused him to feel --although he neither saw nor heard --to feel the presence of my head within the room.
When I had waited a long time, very patiently, without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open a little --a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So I opened it --you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily --until, at length a simple dim ray, like the thread of the spider, shot from out the crevice and fell full upon the vulture eye.
It was open --wide, wide open --and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness --all a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones; but I could see nothing else of the old man's face or person: for I had directed the ray as if by instinct, precisely upon the damned spot.
And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense? --now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.
But even yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely breathed. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon the eve. Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder every instant. The old man's terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment! --do you mark me well I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable terror. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst. And now a new anxiety seized me --the sound would be heard by a neighbour! The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once --once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. But, for many minutes, the heart beat on with a muffled sound. This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard through the wall. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eve would trouble me no more.
If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body. The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence. First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs.
I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye --not even his --could have detected any thing wrong. There was nothing to wash out --no stain of any kind --no blood-spot whatever. I had been too wary for that. A tub had caught all --ha! ha!
When I had made an end of these labors, it was four o'clock --still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart, --for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbour during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises.
I smiled, --for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search --search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.
The officers were satisfied. My manner had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat, and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct: --It continued and became more distinct: I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definiteness --until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears.
No doubt I now grew very pale; --but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased --and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound --much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath --and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly --more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men --but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? I foamed --I raved --I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder --louder --louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! --no, no! They heard! --they suspected! --they knew! --they were making a mockery of my horror!-this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! and now --again! --hark! louder! louder! louder! louder!
"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!"

Top 20 Songs For Halloween.

                     .•¤ My Top 20 Songs For Halloween ¤•.
As today is Halloween I decided to ride my playlist with my Top 20 Halloween songs, in other words songs to enjoy Halloween that I like, that list will be present both Western and Eastern music, yeah! I love oriental music too, without further ado follows the list.
Songs For Halloween



01. Raven Quinn - Ballerina In a Music Box.

02. Nightwish - The Phantom of The Opera.


03. Evanescence - Going Under.


04. Slipknot - Vermillion.


05. Marilyn Manson - Sweet Dreams.


06. The Rasmus - Guilty.


07. Amanda - Heavy.


08. Michael Jackson - Thriller.


09. Nightmare Before Christmas - This Is Halloween .


10. Robert Johnson - Me and The Devil Blues.


11. AC/DC- Highway To Hell.


12. Van Halen - Runnin' With The Devil.


13. Iron Maiden - The Number Of The BeastVan Halen.


14. Gremlins - The Carnival.


15. Nightmare - the WORLD.


16. VAMPS - Vampire Depression.


17. Halloween Junky Orchestra - Halloween Party.


18. the GazettE - Burial Applicant.


19. Acid Black Cherry - Sins.


20. Acid Black Cherry - Black Cherry.