Some of the Coolest People I Have Met, I Am Not Allowed to Speak of

Because they are either students I work with or patients that lived in the psychiatric clinic where I lived.

Beloved Things

Of course, what is most important to me is my little cousins, my cats, snake and my friends, but I also have some objects that I value very much. Not because I am vain, but because these things are special to me, they are things that I wouldn't want to lose. So, here is the list of some of my very favorite objects!

1. I have a list of all the internet communities I am a member at and what my member names are. That list is very important, because I'd be so fucking confused and angry if I would have to try and count and think and remember everything and write it all down again.

2. All the stories and important things I have written on paper or printed out to save forever.I try to avoid storing things on my harddrive too much, in case it crashes or gets a virus or something. The important things I print. Besides, storing too much can make your puter slow.

3. The doll that my grandma made for me. It is made in fabric and is supposed to look like me as a child. I really liked my grandmother and I like this doll she made for me. So pretty it is! I love it. My grandmother was nice. Her name was Elsie. I don't like my grandfather though.

4. My brilliantine pendant. It is in white gold with a brilliantine diamond on it. Of course, I do not wear it much these days, it is so tiny and also I am kinda more into gold and garnets, but I have always liked it very much and I love diamonds, because they are such a pure material.

5. I love stuffed animals. My favorite is a stuffed tarantula named Hjördis. She looks like a Mexican Redknee tarantula or in other words: A smithi. She is quite realistic, although a bit bigger than tarantulas usually are in reality. I bought it during my last time in the clinic.

6. Another stuffed animal. Anka-banka. A very cute stuffed duck I got when I was very very young. Perhaps when I was born... ...Possibly when I was baptised. I don't remember what I was told. Anyway. Anka is Swedish for Duck and Banka rhymes with Anka.

7. Yet another stuffed animal. Fizzio. Fizzio is a tiny stuffed panda I got from a second hand shop long ago. It is an unusually beautiful toy and I have always liked it very much. It looks so old-fashioned and well-made. Fizzio doesn't mean anything that I know, just something I made up.

8. Another stuffed animal. Rivig. Rivig is a big huge stuffed kitty that is really cute and adorable. I wanted it for so long when I was little and then finally I got it one day and I was so happy. It sleeps in my bed next to me every night. It looks very cute and happy.

9. My akua'ba. An akua'ba is a symbolic object that is meant to be treated as your own child. It is very cute and it is easy to get affection for it and even if you are not so into the cutesie stuff, you could still tell it is a nice piece of art. It is in wood and painted black.

10. My Guatemalan mask. It is tiny and red and looks like some kind of animal. It is very beautiful. When I saw it I could tell it very much suits my personality. It is handpainted in a beautiful pattern and it has big white fangs. It looks like some kind of either feline or canine predator, but might be something else.

11. Stuffed animal: Fante. A cute stuffed elephant. It is in a glossy fabric with nice colors. It is from India and it was sold in a store in Sweden when I was a child and I got much affection for it. It is so lovely, it looks hand sewn, I just hope it isn't like child labour or something, I think that store are pretty picky not to buy child labour things, but maybe they don't always know.

12. Stuffed animal: Pig. I don't know if I really have a name for this one, anyway, it is a cute little handmade pig doll in an old fashioned style. I always loved it very much as a child and I guess I sorta have an even deeper love for it now, it is just so beautiful.

13. Black gloss top with the zipper all the way down. From Phaze Clothing. I just love it and it is so so ME, it is pure simple intense, just black gloss with a zipper, it is so very much my style and well it is difficult to find clothes that are just perfect for my style.

14. My black gloss pants from Phaze Clothing.

15. Black under-bust corset from Dark Star. It is lovely and it has nice buckles on it and I think it goes well to pretty much anything. It is difficult to find nice underbust corsets, especially when you are as thin as I am. Lots of corsets are so big or plain ugly.

16. My black gown from Lip Service. It looks sort of 18th century-ish. I love it very much, my mother bought it for my nineteenth birthday and I have worn it several times, I don't need any special doggone occasions, if I think the dress is pretty, I will wear the dress!

17. My black sleeveless gown. It is in a lace-like material and my mother says it looks like a gothic wedding gown. It is very lovely and I like it very much. I love black clothes and it is difficult to find nice dresses. It is difficult to find nice clothes at all.

18. My black gloss skirt that is covered in black flowery lace. It is from Phaze Clothing and it is so absolutely lovely. Ooh I love clothes, I really do!

19. Red gloss skirt.

20. Black lace skirt.

21. Black gloss skirt.

22. My black skirt that is tight on the top part and assymetric and not tight on the bottom part.

23. Black and gold Venetian eye mask.

24. Gold and garnet necklace - It really belongs to my mother, but she doesn't wear it.

25. My dagger earrings.

26. African neck collar.

27. My buddhist rosaries.

28. My lovely African earrings.

29. My red lace choker.

30. My really big necklace.

31. My black and purple top.

32. My lovely underwear! I love panties, bras, socks... ...So pretty!

33. My silver spider/web ring.

34. My silver and onyx spider pendant.

35. All my pretty gem stones and crystals I have.

36. My very broken red Chinese jacket.

37. My spider/web T-shirt.

38. Plastic pigs. One summer when we were on vacation I saw these cute plastic piggies in a second hand store. It is really a one-piece object, not several separate piggies. It is one pig lying down and her babies sucking her nipples for milk. When I went home from the vacation, my mother and sister stayed a bit longer and when they came back my mother had bought the piggies for me! I didn't buy them, though I got very attached to them and by the time my mother got me them, I had almost forgotten about them, but I was happy I finally had them!

39. My huge conifer cones I found in Greece.

40. Black cat statue.

41. My leopard figurine. Once when me and my father - Recently - Where in a toy store, checking out toys for fun - I do have tiny cousins, maybe you can find good presents - We looked at the animal figurines and I asked my father which of the animals was ME and he picked the right one and then he bought it for me.

42. My Lenore figurine.

43. My tiny spider earrings in silver.

44. My less tiny spider earrings in silver.

45. My fibulae.

46. Red jaspis pendant.

47. Quartz pendant.

48. My red and black bag.

49. My big Indian earrings.

50. My less big Indian earrings.

51. All my tiaras.

52. My spider web cape.

53. My Edward Gorey books.

54. My Lenore book.

55. My fan with a handpainted flower on. I got it when I was a child, from the woman who painted it, I believe.

56. My Buddha.

57. My stuffed animal Mnemosyne - She's a rattle snake!

58. My stuffed spider Hedvig.

59. My stuffed bat Agnes.

60. My stuffed frog Signe.

61. My stuffed lion Arne.

62. Drawings I've made and ones I've gotten as gifts.

63. The photo and information about the child I sponsor. I guess if I lost it I could always call and try to figure it out by my personal ID or something, but it would be best to hold on to those things, I am quite fond of that girl.

The Fairy Tale of a Little Girl Named Mim

The Fairy Tale of a Little Girl Named Mim

By Signe Robertson 2008-03-31

Once upon a time, a woman named Celia and a man named Peter fell in love. They got married and after a year they had their first child, a boy named Harry. Two years later, they had a daughter named Victoria. Yet another two years later, they had their third child, another girl. Unfortunately, Celia died shortly after her third child was born. Peter suddenly became bitter, he was not at all the same as he had been before. He blamed the new child for the death of his wife, but he decided to try and take care of all three children anyway. He decided to just call his new daughter a simple short name, Mim.

So, time passed, the flowers on Celia's grave withered, the children grew older and Peter grew more bitter. After a few years, Harry had grown up to be an overweight eleven year old who skipped school and bullied other children. Victoria had grown up to be a nasty nine year old who thought she was better than everybody else and easily charmed the grownups to gain their favour. Mim, however, was forgotten about, her father had not even remembered to let her go to school, she just sat at home all day playing with her stuffed seal Fifi, which was the only toy she had ever had and her dog that she called "Dog". Mim had become a very beautiful and calm seven year old girl.

Harry and Victoria were constantly bothering Mim, slapping her and playing pranks on her. Their father really didn't pay much attention, he had become very bitter and especially did not care for Mim. One Halloween, Victoria and Harry went to their father and Victoria, who was good at charming grownups, spoke to him "Daddy, we would never do anything to sweet little Mim, but, after all, it is Halloween, so we were thinking, maybe, we could just do a little prank on her." Usually they didn't ask for permission, but they wanted their prank to be extra big this time and they wanted some help and advice from their father to prepare it. Just to get the props and plan it, of course, the prank, they would play themselves.

Their father didn't at all mind, he thought, this oughta teach that child and he went to town to get some props for the prank. Then Victoria spoke to Harry "But, town is far to go to, it will probably take a while until he gets back and we couldn't possibly start the prank without the props." Harry looked sad. "But", Victoria added, "We don't need to play a prank on the stupid child this time! Let's just kill her and tell Daddy she just had an accident!" Harry put a huge smile on his face.

They went to Mim and Victoria spoke to her "Mim, do you want to play with us?"

"No", Mim replied.

So Victoria asked her "Why not, sweetie?"

"Because... ...You're gonna hit me", Mim replied.

So Victoria assured her "Not at all, sweetie, don't you trust your bigger sister?"

Dog started barking.

"Dog tells me not to trust you. Now leave me alone!", Mim replied.

So Harry and Victoria went away to figure out another way to fool their sister.

After a while they came back to Mim and Victoria spoke to her "Mim, do you want to drink lemonade with us?"

"No", Mim replied.

So Victoria asked her "Why not, sweetie?"

"Because... ...The lemonade is poisoned", Mim replied.

So Victoria assured her "Not at all sweetie, don't you trust your bigger sister?"

Dog started barking.

"Dog tells me not to trust you. Now leave me alone!" Mim replied.

So, Harry and Victoria once again went away to figure out a way to kill their little sister.

After a while they came back to Mim and Victoria spoke to her "Mim, do you want to go up to the roof and play with us there? We'll teach you how to fly!"

"No", Mim replied.

So Victoria asked her "Why not, sweetie?"

"Because... ...You're gonna push me off the roof", Mim replied.

So Victoria assured her "Not at all, sweetie. Don't you trust your bigger sister?"

Mim looked at Dog. He was asleep.

"Alright, then, I guess I'll play with you for once", Mim replied.

Her siblings had never before made such efforts to get her to play with them, maybe they really meant it this time, maybe they finally thought she was big enough to play with. So, they all went up to the roof, Mim brought her stuffed seal, Fifi. Victoria spoke to her little sister, "Flap with your arms like this and then jump and fly away!" So, Mim started flapping her arms and jumped off the roof and flew away. Her siblings just stood on the roof looking surprised, they didn't know children could fly for real. They looked each other in the face and jumped off the roof and fell down and died instantly.

The end

The List of Things I Am Remotely Good At And Should Probably Spend More Time Doing

The List of Things I Am Remotely Good At

And Should Probably Spend More Time Doing

Instead of Just Lying Around Saying "I'm

Sooo Booored, There's Nooothing to Dooo!"
(T.L.T.I.A.R.G.A.A.S.P.S.M.T.D.I.J.L.A.S.I.S.B.T.N.D.)

1. If I haven't already, put on some nice

jewelry and makeup, always look perfect!

2. Instead of sitting around thinking "Whoa,

what happened to that guy? I didn't talk to him

in ages!", actually e-mail those people I haven't

talked to in ages!

3. Spend some more time with my pets.

4. Actually go outdoors for once.

5. Work some more on my legal matters I need

to go through.

6. Go shopping, either with my parents or

alone.

7. Clean my room.

8. Photograph.

9. Sing.

10. Practice in another song lyric.

11. Dance.

12. Write another story.

13. Harvest. Yeah, that means going outside

and picking in lots and lots of a particular

plant and storing them.

14. Draw.

15. Clear out all the crap - Old photographs, profiles

that ain't been updated, ugly old blog designs,

people on my friends list I never speak to -

And add the new better stuff on my various internet

communities!

16. Download some music.

17. Burn a CD.

18. Get some imagination or inspiration and

make a nice remix or picture on my computer.

19. Work a little on my scrapbook/photo

album-ish thing.

20. Actually read. OK, it would be poetry or a

comic book then. Possibly even something else...?

Dictionary, an actual fictional story even...?

21. Actually practise some withcraft for once.

I do that so rarely.

22. Actually watch those damn animes or read

those doggone mangas I have lying around.

23. Actually call someone up that I ain't talked

to in ages - Possibly even meeting them!

A Conversation With A Fucktard

2008 - 04 - 20

Fucktard:

you are very beatiful.....like angel....just angels can bee beatiful like this...do you have hotmail msn?please please and please

2008 - 04 - 21

Signe:

oh dear i never knew somebody could be as pathetic as you

Fucktard:

hehehe thanks for complimant...i dont know if anybody can bee so sexy like you...... thanks again...so we cant bee friends? 

2008 - 04 - 22

Signe:

nope i already have friends now get lost

Fucktard:

hehehehehe go to hell then....bye 

2008 - 05 - 03

Signe:

hahahahha whoa you really are one pathetic fucktard. i implied you go to hell long ago so you could just have done so.

Fucktard:

hehehehe have nice time in hell sweeytie 

Signe:

i don't know why you didn't just fuck off from the beginning. you're worthless. begging a random girl for their msn. so go fuck yourself and never ever write me again!

Dreams

I have had many pleasant and unpleasant dreams in my days. Many were recurrent. I have had many nightmares about bad things happening to loved ones.

When I started thinking of possibly buying a new pet, when I had three cats, but not the snake yet, I started having nightmares about bad things happening to my future pets.

I would dream that I had fish and snakes and spiders and lizards and they would escape and try to eat each other and I would desperately ask my family to help, but they wouldn't care.

Since I bought the snake I have many times dreamt that my snake was sick, hurt, bit by another animal or escaped. In the dream I desperately plead to my parents for help, but they did nothing.

In real life my parents would do anything to save my pets, if something happened to them. I love my little darlings.

I remember another strange dream I had long ago. It was so strange. I really love children, I love to look after them, they are so lovely!

I dreamt that I was visiting... ...Oh, an orphanage, child hospital or something. In front of me sat a thin little girl, wearing a short dress, she was, oh, maybe three years old, had short curly black hair, black-brown skin and sat and looked kinda shy.

I sat down in front of her smiling at her and I lovingly touched the beautiful young skin on one of her legs, but I noticed it was so dry, that if my nails even slightly touched it, she got white stripes on her skin. That just made me hurt inside.

I looked up at her face and it was hollow, just a skull and skin.

Then I saw another little girl. Maybe she was about two years old. Anyway, this one wasn't so skinny like the other one, no, she was lively and playful. She had long dark brown curly hair and light brown skin and a huge smile on her face.

I played with her lots. Children often drool a bit or spit a bit and she was no exception. I didn't think much of it.

Then a grownup who worked with the children told me that that child was actually very very sick and contagious.

Such a strange dream that was. I still think of it sometimes.

My dreams, ehm, more like nightmares, well, what I dream at night in general, my dreams often contain death, despair, confusion, disappointment and other unpleasant things. I definitely prefer my real life.

New blog!

Actually, I originally signed up on Blogger to be able to post on the GoogleSheep blog with my best friends, but then I thought, I might as well start my new blog here - I haven't had a good place to blog lately. So, I've already told you this much - I'm Signe and I like to say "pook".

Anyway, before I introduce myself any further, I'd like to post this one important thing. A girl I chat with named Jade started a list to support gay people and she sent it to me. It is not an official petition, just something she made to make people feel more confident and accepted. So please copy this, put your name on it and spread it out!

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Love doesn't recognize gender! If you are - Or want to support - Gay, bi or lesbian people, please put your name on the list below and pass it on - Let's see how much support we can get!

1. Carla Jade Thomas 

2. Signe Linnea Ursula Robertson

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Thank you.

Anyway, so my name is Signe and I like to say Pook! I spend my free time sitting at my computer, listening to music, decorating my oh so gorgeous body and dancing like a freak. My ehm occupation is working with kids with Down's Syndrome. Well, I'm actually just an apprentice, but it's what I do!

Two windflowers I photographed

I have a very intense personality. Very passionate, emotional and might seem sorta "scary" to some people, but I am harmless. If people provoke me - Abuse me, insult me, spam me, libel me - I might get a bit violent, use nasty language, spit on people, break stuff. Yeah, it's not nice behavior, but I'm just saying, being treated wrong pisses me off!

I photographed Järvafältet at twilight

I am a very loving person, I especially deeply love my friends, my cats, snake and little cousins and in general I am loving towards people, unless they are just jerks. I am a peaceful person, I do not like arguments, insults, violence or fights, it makes my neurological and mental health a bit unstable.

I saw strange huge yellow flowers on Järvafältet

I really love music and illustrated stories. Music I prefer includes Timbuktu, Peps Persson, Diamanda Galás, Neil Young, Phil Collins, Leftöver Crack, Hocico, The Locust and Gnarls Barkley. Then there is plenty of more music that I love! I also really like weird gothic little poems and stories with illustrations. Roman Dirge and Edward Gorey are among my favorite artists when it comes to that sort of art.

I was watching the May fire with my little cousins, two days ago

I love clothes, jewelry, makeup, accessories and stuff, but I am not shallow or vain, I simply really like showing off my inside on my outside, so to speak. Showing my intense personality in what I wear, showing my violent spirit in the jewelry I choose. I have lots and lots of exquisite clothes and jewelry.

This is me

I really love animals. I have three cats named Silver-Gloria Lockheart, Tifa Guld Lockheart and Yuffie Silver Kisaragi. My snake is named Quetzalcoatl Arne. My cat Gloria is like a daughter to me, she is extremely protective and possessive of me and I love her so so much. My snake is tiny and I am always worried about him, I would be so sad if something would happen to him and I get paranoid fears about something happening to someone I love.

I found a big toad that I looked at a while and I decided to name her Hjördis Hedvig

I am really a very deep and serious individual, but do not worry, I have a sense of humor, also, I love cuteness. I am in general a quite gothic and dark personality, liking gothic art and having been through plenty of hard times, but I also love everything that's cute - Cats, babies, cute drawings, spiders and everything else that's cute!

My lions in my bed