Absolute Imperfection

Kaori shell cleaned up (sanded for hours)

 Black soapstone, leather and mother of pearl (kaori)

Kaori, leather and white mother of pearl

 Leather and white mother of pearl

 Bracelet.

 First set of earrings. They are reversible, because both sides are so pretty

 This is my necklace, fell in love with it despite many obvious imperfections. I am thinking about calling the collection Absolute Imperfection ^_^

ui

AWK - I JUST GOT INTO UNI!

CREEP!

design from the course

I've got my mind set on you...

Right. I am living in Largs. I am surviving at work, (gosh, a 2 person team with Melli who still considers herself the teamleader and takes all sorts of inappropriate freedom during work hours) and there's a little bit of a mircale going on.
Mom and Claus and my dad have decided to pay for my education. Fully. I went to Shillington College last week to attend the open-door night and decided that if I had the chance to somehow go to that collage I HAVE to tke my chance and make my dreams come true, get on my way and go to London for 3 months. I wrote a price statistic about the costs for the 3 months, sent it off to all of them and then had a half nervousbreakdow waiting for 2 days for a reply. All kinda thoughts running through my head. My parents telling me to fuck off, for example.
Instead, on the third day I recieve an email from CLaus on my mom saying, "Well, we think this is pretty realistic, are you sure it's enough money and when do you need it?"
I made some artsy stuff as you can see and am getting more creative and dreamy by day while maintaining drive. I'm actually quite happy. And all the happier once I am leaving for Shillington. (Starting to realise how much I'll miss my boyfriend!)

My dad and Andrea came over 3 or so weeks ago. I am so happy I got great family. Both sides.

Sunshine after the storm?

In a surprisingly good mood after 6 weeks of horror trip with Daniela and the flat, working back hours like mad and moving in with TJ.

In a nutshell Dani allegedly had her 3rd nervous breakdown this year. Not appaering to work, then asking time off for a holiday, not dealing with any of her responsebilities. Eventually I got wind of her intending to leave the country. Since we have signed the contract for the flat together (and her carpet being a mess, apart from the now burnholed couch she had her weed smoking sessions on) I was the one left to deal with it. I went backwards and forwards with Castle Estates, taking time off work to meet with them (though Daniela had already quit her job and was just hanging around at her boyfriends Eric's place.
When I found out about her leaving it was Tuesday and she had quit her job here on Sunday before that, suppposedly leaving on Friday that very same week.
eventually, with the help of Andreas (Ufen, Haaaaalleluja!), Mikko, Tomas and TJ I finally managed to clean out the flat and get my stuff from Greenock to Largs (mostly on the bus!).
Now Everything in cramped into TJ tiny 1 bedroom flat.
Work was getting horrible too, since the team was disintegrating, every member leaving here and there. Eventually it was down to me, Melli, Martin and Withold. And then, now, only Melli and me.

Never the less, my Dad and Andrea are coming from the 4th until the 9th next month (oh god, thats next week). I can't wait and hope theres good weather.

Things with TJ are difficult, but I guess thats just how relationships are - two people getting (or not) used to each other.

I have aquired a sewing machine and gone mad already. Instead of reading and being a generally wellbehaved girl I have now turned into a fabric moster, researching patterns, textiles and other peoples projects. And ebaying the best prices for the materials.
The last few pieces included an quite akward dress (its pretty but doesn't really fit me), a make up bag, A denim Fishtail/pencil skirt out of a pair of jeans I never wore and some add-on t-shirts and tops.
Pictures shall me posted.

Nice an easy?!

Pissed off. With Dani. For being so selfish. With TJ for not taking care of himself. For lots of other people constantly hanging about to grab good advise from me without acting on it.

I tend to hint too much. I should give one piece of advise and when the next occasion comes up make clear I am not the fucking mom, ppl are old enough to pick up on the obvious themselves and leave it at that. I am too nice in a very "please don't hate me" way. GO on, hate me, don't care. If that helps you all get your fucking lives sorted, great. If not, it's a waste of time and your loss not mine.

So here goes, for everyone who needs obvious advise:

Coming to work unshowered and grimey: not a good look, anti-social and unattractive.
Being ill for the 5th time in a month: not a good idea.
Being unhappy in a situation and not trying to get out of it: dumb. you probably deserve the mess you're in for not helping yourself!
Not doing things and just making promises: unfair and bottomlinely ridiculous.
Complaining but not turning anger into motion: helpess!
Taking but not giving: selfish.
Not cleaning up after oneself (and possibly partner, too): Double (triple) selfish.
Delaying things until ater all the time: immature and unaware of consequences.
Avoiding confrontation: childish!!!

GROW THE FUCK UP!


Glad I had somewhere to vent, because for all the people actually close to me this is mainly too close to home.

Scala

Some music instantly and every time makes the hairs o the back of my neck rise in admiration. I saw a BBC program which featured a choir singing enjoy the silence. Looked it up on google and found this amazing girls choir from Belgium, Scala. I think pretty much every single song they have covered sounds better than the original, has more heart and brilliance to it. I'm not only well impressed but also thankful in a way. There's a song called "Someone new" that seems like my heart wrote it for Dave post break up. Here goes:

So is it goodbye? Is it time to set you free?

Is it time to let it fly? Is it time to let it bleed?

We used to take turns To cover up the pain

Deep below it burns And the feelin' still remains

Chorus: you're gonna find someone new I really hope you do

'Cause I love you

And the sun will come on thru, It's gonna shine for you

'Cause I adore you

Yes, we gave it a try But maybe for too long

Out of every sorrow Another day will dawn

Chorus: And the road travels on But I'm still near you

In my life, like a song I will still hear you Still ...

You're gonna find someone new I really hope you do

'Cause I love you Chorus

The sun will shine for you The sun will shine for you

'Cause I adore you...

I'm in a great mood today. I feel like I just have to get through work and hours and hours of weekend is going to soothe my boredom! Apart from that my muse has snuck up on me and is leaning over my shoulder constantly in the last few days. I got many ideas I want to turn into facts and many many ideas to handy craft. And I am particularly drawn to easthetical objects and things.

GORGEOUS! (if you take the ho out of it!)

Yes, yes, yes, I am NOT really at all thinking about marriage at all, right, but doesn't a colourful dress just make the whole occasion that little bit more joyful? Yeeeesss, it doeeeees!

In a way this is an odd time. Spring is bringing change to everything and in particular everyone. Many are leaving. Niko, Danis ex flatmate, is going to Portugal. Jorge the portugese beach comber and heart crazyman is leaving too. Dani had a mental breakdown yesterday and has now taken a week off work to reconsider circumstances.

Just coming back in for work after smoking a cigarette I felt how it played the strings of my heart. In a way we might not all be close but in the essence of it all is that the Blue Building of IBM in Greenock has grown to become a whole union of extraordinary people, all bearing one common step in their lives: Leaving home and maybe even home country behind to start a new life.

In a way everyone here is connected. Friends, ex-partner, flatmates, working colleagues, project partners, the other one on the bus every morning... Up until now none of the those who left, left me with an empty space in my heart and it will be a whole new experience to not be the one leaving lightheartedly myself but being left behind by people who have become dear to me. I don't really feel regret. I don't even feel I want to get out of Scotland, or Greenock or IBM, yet. I am happy with what I have, happy with what I do and happy with the wonderful man I have in my life now. I lead MY life now.

But maybe I'll light a couple of candles fr those who are leaving this week, sailing on to new habours of life and maybe I'll think of them and wrap them in kind, warm thoughts and love and smiles to nurture them on their way. I feel that is what guardian angels live on, other peoples good thoughts for you.

Since it's almost been a month...

Apparently I turn into an immensely boring person with nothing to talk about at all when I am in a relationship. If this trend progresses I am afraid I will have to burry all my hopes of becoming a brilliant author with a quietly tucked away coutry life. Or a lasting relationship. God, thats grim news.
In fact, very grim news for the counrty life author dream, here, because TJ, my wonderfool TJ, is still around and as far as I can see, we are still happy, still planning for the future.
Mom called last Friday, dropping a big Bang! right on my head. She wants to pay for TJ's third teeth. Basiclaly spent the whole day crying and being all around emotional all over. I was proud of her, happy for him, and moved from within that wee wonders still happen.

Dani has gotten together with Eric, the dutch guy. They make a perfect couple, one regularly depressed, the other one slightly wrong in the head. And actually, both goes for both. I don't know if I am pleased or not. I was relying on the fact she said she wanted to move to Spain. Now both of them said they were going to the Netherlands together, which might just be a holiday (worst case). On the other hand Dani and Eric might understand that TJ and me are planning to spend as much time as possible together with both having some individual room - living together sounds really good. And feels right. I think even he agrees.

I dreamed about our house by the sea last night... ♥

Wonderfool

I haven't written in such a long time. No excuses - I just couldn't find the words nor the time.
I am on holiday in Germany right now, at my dads place at presence. Who is NOT here is my wonderfool.
His name is TJ. He is turning 28 on the 13th of October (indeed, one day after my birthday), he is norwegian. All this just given information is entirely irrelevant. He is sensual and loving, uncomplicated to be around, brilliant with people. I started a list yesterday of the trainride here, making mental notes how wonderful he is and why. It goes on and on. I haven't felt this comfortable before. I can't make this a long post. Trust me, this man is going no where and you will be reading a lot in future.

When your heart is filled with love,
just enjoy and please, shut up!

^_______^

Our Legend

Met D in Glasgow post IKEA shopping (results: 13 items purchased, ~12£ spent - I rock as human being and female!). Slllloooooow conversation at the start. Geez, I sit there and think, what the hell, we fucked, we laughed, we fought and now we can't even speak?
D walks over to the pool table and plays a couple of games. I go for a smoke. I think he loses 2:1 games. He feels hot. I ask if he wants to take a walk. In beauties sake I left my long coat at home. Shit, it's freezing, but as soon as we step outside and Dave shows me his Glasgow, takes me along the river, through parks and stuff --- the silence breaks, my eyes shine, we laugh I take photos of nightly Glasvegas.

I love these occasions. It's my true reward for going through all the pain involving D last year. Everything is both clear as glass and blurry as a neon sign in a drunks wobbly view.
The tidal gate, the old russian whore house, looking down on Glasgow from the parking lot on the seventh floor where D used to work years ago. Well, in a way he used to work everywhere and anywhere years ago.
I don't know if I should feel ashamed for the thought, that if it was just me and him this all would have ended differently. Well, ended. However ending is defined. A door closes, a window opens, and all that rubbish. All I feel is... that it's good.
At the train station D asks where to go now. Paisley I say. On the bus to his place he asks: "So you're not going home then?" and I answer, no. I buy some yogurt and cherries at the petrol station, then we go home. It is a little weird to be back. But not thinking about it makes it easier. D is not very well. I can tell from the way he moves, looks and speaks. He is even more stuck than when I last saw him. It's funny how my mind changed. I am still interested in how he is feeling but I seem to have learned that it's none of my business. We watch "The Dark Crystal", a fantasy film with puppets. It's amazing, I can tell how much D gets lost in this stuff, how nice it is for him to escape occasionally. We're snuggled up on the couch, I'm leaning against him, he's got his arm around me. All is okay, if you blink your eyes and try not to see the whole picture.
The we watch "Legend", which blows me away. The imagery is amazing, the detail and planning that has gone into every single frame is amazing and the story line is breath taking. When it's finished D asks how I thought it was. Daft question, but I think he just want to hear that someone, me, shares his beloved memories, his exit of the world. It is cold in his flat. The weens are not there. I figure he is trying to save money quite desperately. We're wrapped up in the large duvet, which is warm enough anyway.
"So, do you want the couch?" he asks and for a second he sounds like he's buying it himself. We laugh, I go and wash my face and bring the duvet and the wee furry blanket I bought him into the bedroom. Then under the covers. Close.
"I missed this" he says. And we talk. Then fall asleep with all the closeness and distance stuck between our skin, unable to overcome either.
I have learned that Dave is genuinely stuck and I can't change anything about that. That not now doesn't mean not ever. I learned that what we both needed what happened on that Saturday. Time with someone so close you can only stand to see them every now and then. Me, because I mourn over my broken heart and not being able to help him, he, because he suffers seing me all alive and full of what he calls magic, mourning what he thinks he's lost.
I did well. I haven't made his life harder this time.

Dublin ...............................................................and more

Ellen Leprechaun!

In a "night and fog" action, as wel Germans call it, me and Dani decided to fly to Dublin to meet my new colleagues, Raiko and David. I hadn't slept more than 3 hours per night the whole week, so by the time it came to Friday, i had passed woring for 8.5 hours and packing my stuff plus a hurried shower I was knackered. And I knew I had a whole trip ahead of me still. Lots of so called complications, a chat up by an irish Belfast boy on the train who tried to kiss me and losing Dani in Prestwick Airport (good job, with it being four and a half square meters big in total), then flashing our boobs to the stale plane air while the plane rose into the air and landed again we were late... at least its not out fault. We meet them, I give Raiko a hug, I had been waiting to meet him and the conversations we had both via E-Mail and MSN convince me that no matter what happens this weekend, it will be alright.
As it turns out, David is a fantastic, funny bloke with a real talent to understand Dani and me, even when we are inside-joking like mad. To be quite honest, this is how I imagined him to be. Raiko is nervous. I can tell. Everyone can. I think he is really not at ease when talking to me. Many a times I just want to kiss him to stop him being so nervous, to say, look, you don't need to make such a fuss of it, I have read what you said and I've seen a little of your inside, too.
The reason I don't isn't clear to me until I realise that his nervous behaviour is actually influencing me too.

His tummie isn't well. Turns out he's got an ulcer too. I still don't understand why he drinks coffee and alcohol. I know the pain and I just really wouldn't risk it. Dani and me are totally knocked out, lack of sleep, excitement and THC have simmered to a hysteric thick mixture of random stupid talk. Its round about 5 in the morning when we go to bed.

Above: Putting on make up on Saturday morning, Ireland, SUNSHINE!? WTF?

Getting up the next morning is hard. We are still right between high and knackered. Additionally I feel embarressed for what ever we might have said the night before. I feel I really can not be held responsible. Raiko is feeling bad again, so he disappears. David takes us into town and we have dinner/lunch at a nice italian place. I think here I start realising that its only half time, We still got the same amount of time left before we leave.
At home me and Dani take showers and get dressed for a birthday party in town, Raikos best friends brithday. Before we leave we have another wee joint and at that occasion Raiko mentions that he thinks I really really look nice. Finally I think and am relieved. You seemed so disappointed!!!

Above: Dani in towel, which apparently made Raiko smile! Hehehee...

We go to the party. Raiko disappears. David , Dani and me sit outside and smoke fags, get cold eventually disppear home. I am quite close to frustration. I really like spending time with the other two but I came here for a completly differnet reason. A reason that probably currently spends its time with drinking alcohol to give his ulcer a head shot.
How handy that the taxi driver has the charisma of a 19 year old at the height of his sexual tension. We start chatting, then flirting, Dani is listening with big ears, and at the end of it all, including putting me down and telling me I am really no good at all he gives me his card and says: call me if you get a quiet minute. Frank Bryne. 089something. Pleased and pissed off with myself. I should be focussing on how to not make this the weirdest departure of all times.

Above: Moi, with red eyes... muharharhar!

The next morning Dani leaves to meet ex bf in town. She needs to sort the whole insecure feeling out, the longing love she has for this not even properly ex boyfriend. Even though I have agreed to come with her to meet him I ask her to let me off the hook. When she asks why I answer honestly. "I came here to meet and get to know Raiko. If I leave now we'll not get the chance at all." She nodds.
When she is gone I go up the stairs and knock on his door. Quietly. For a couple of minutes. He doesn't open. I sit in the living room and read a little. My thoughts keep drifting off. To the emails and MSN convos. To one particular thing he said that impressed me more than anything else. And that I am wondering if I am really that much of a disappointment to him or if there is just something inside him standing in the way of trying to actually really undestand me as a physical and actual person. At 12 or so I go up again and knock a little louder. He opens the door and I dive in. I'm trying to make things as comfortable as possible. Unfortunately he has got a talent to make things as uncomfortable as possible and I am confused and feel let down. I know there's this really great guy inside that I really want to see come out. Whats up with all the barriers and standoff-ish behaviour?

ABOVE: THE WONDERFUL DAVID EXNER with ANTON the pack of sugar.

We pick David up from his place, and decide on the way there that we should make a holiday. I really want to. Just me and him. Just see what happens. Eventhough my hopes for a romantic relationship have been drowned in a bit of selfpity and akwardness - I demand to know what the fuck that was, between me and him. Not sure if he just said that for no reason what so ever or if he knows I would still take any conversation between us seriously, even now.
He doesnt come to the airport with me and David, doesn't eat our self cooked rubbish dinner and huggs me good bye saying "well, any way..." which makes me giggle daftly. I wish there would have been the time to replace that giggle with all the words that it needed. But there wasn't time. Nor the right situation.

So, Raiko, this is especially for you. You've seen a silly, confused me on the weekend. I hope you were not too disappointed. There are many sides to me and this here, my blog, which made you contact me, is my inside. The place where I am recklessly honest with myself and others. I hope we'll find a way to deal with this weird situation. For some reaosn I think this didn't happen to disappoint eachother. Let's try to do it better the next time around.


After work today I will be meeting Tiia again. Hopefully. I can't wait.
And did I mention that my sexual frustration doesnt know steady, safe ground at this point in time? I am so sexally charged I walk around scanning the people around me. It needs to stop. Dave and me planned to meet eachother on the weekend. Not a good idea while I am still single and in need of a really really good weekend in bed with someone who mutually enjoys being with me.

TIIA

You are beauty and you are more than can be decribed with words. I wanted to kiss you, softly, give you all you ever wanted from a woman, I wanted to make your everything alright. You are so much like me. Like we found, two oaks, the same bark, the same wood, the same tree, just different leafs. If you are so much like me, how could I go on hating myself for being myself. And how could I accept you disliking yourself when you can hold me dear in your thoughts for ever. I just let the words flow torwards you. You said being around me is like being wrapped in a comforting blanket? This blanket will never slide off your shoulders, may you be alone, or not. I will be there, for ever remembering I first loved the person, not the gender. You are beauty, you are whole and I could never forgive myself self hate again, knowing that you have seen your reflection in my eyes. Four hours? Three? I have never loved anyone like I have loved you before, and I never will ever have a moment like this again. One of a kind, so alike , so different. I wish I could shut up, I think you have that thought sometimes too... But you know its us. We will not be silenced and if our heart wants to speak it will be heared. So hear me, and listen closely. Nothing in the world has ever changed me as much as this has. A few hours with you. You evil good good evil.
Nothing I can put into words how thankful I am, how blessed i feel, how much i want you to be rewarded like the goodness you are ------ now I am a happy WHOLE of me. The hole in half of me is now filled by you.

Right as rain... & ...Orecchio Blu

Things are getting really weird. I look up his profile, I see his pictures on my HD, I find excuses to talk to him.
I don't remember ever getting unreasonable with my hopes and expectations. Eventually I always move on and am quite convinced that people don't notice any of this in me while it is going on.
And he is nice to my new friend too. In a really different way I realised today when telling Dani about it. When he is kind, friendly... nice to her he is doing that because thats just what she makes you do. She's tiny and kinny and a really funny, butterflyish person. It's like with a child. Nice or a cousin. Someone you just have to like Hahahahaahahaa.
No, seriously. It's true.
I reckon my chances are still pretty good. He is trying to make eye contact with me. There just always that big question mark between us. A very sexy, curvy and somehow sparky question mark. lol

An army of monkeys...

At work. Its Monday. I am pleased. I recently got into the art of getting up early. There is a special ingredient to this potion of restfulness --- they call it early sleep. My mom swears that the sleep before midnight is more restful and generally more healthy than the one past 12 in the night. Don't know if that's rubbish or not, However I decided to go to bed early in the last couple of weeks. And I wake up around 6. Maybe 5. Its lovely. I had the chance to take lovely pictures of a golden/pink sunrise over Greenock, I am more awake during the day time. unfortunately my late nights have been cut to zero, I even went to bed at 10 on the weekend. Fuck it, I am having fun. Below, please find one of the pictures I took Saturday morning or click here to be directed to my flickr page! ^___^

I am in work an hour early today because Dani would have been late for work had she kept waiting for the bus. we took a taxi.

Living with her is amazing. We are having so much fun and even though I occasionally am too full of company and need time to myself, there is no one but her I would rather live with. :)
Financial situation is tits up, properly. I need the money I was given for X mas by my gran. But at least that means that I will be debt free again and then we, Dani and me, can start saving again. We are planning to cook lots at home, buy monthly tickets at the beginning of the month, I'll stick to smoking tabacco instead of ready rolled fags. I think we should be able to save some money!

I got monkey obsessed lately. This is a japanese snow monkey. They love bathing and the hot springs in the winter. The most adorable pictures are being taken of them. Makes me realise how close monkeys and humans are. And they clearly are more relaxed. :)

... new year resolutions cock-up...

Okay, it's not like anyone who knows me longer than 2 days couldn't have told me this in advance but my new years resolution to stay away from MENkind and leave them to rott for a while has lasted for exactly 2 days until i went back to work after new years eve.
It seems to be commonly recgonised theory that all hunky, lovely, funny, witty, somehow intriguing men are in relationships and that makes life really fucking hard. Where have I been concidered in this rather unfair world order??? It's one of those "If you're not in, you're out!" sort of things. I did concider the option of maybe just being interested in non single guys because of the unavailability thing, but trust me, the unavailable part is the last sexy thing about those blokes. I am thinking of 2 right now but 1 of them I just recently met and am enchanted no end. Damn you, men!!! Don't be witty and funny and great and stuff all at the same time when you already have a gf! What the heck am I supposed to do? My inner lioness with wobbly hips comes prowling out as soon as it gets the chance to focus on a yummie bite! I'll get ya by your hind legs eventually, you know? Aaaaand I know you noticed me, ANNND i know you are boody well flirting too.
So here, action plan: Dump your girl. Lets go for a pint!

Love, love love..

Just watched the Sex and the city movie. I must have saved it for a special occasion in my mind because NOW I am on the way to actually being myself again. Aye, I even got watery eyes when "Auld Lang Syne" was playing, because of what I have lost, because of the hurt, because of Scotland and my life here.
I did not realise that my heart was dark and secluded until I saw the sun rising over it again.

New light, new hope, same good old life! Time to wake up and stop protecting my heart from what might be valuable experience!

Colour me happy!

How are you, Ellen? Everything alright?
Aye, its been a good few days. Bearing in mind that it's winter and I'm in bloody Scotland where the surroundings are dipped in darkness past 16:00 I am proud to say I have avoided to actually have a nervous breakdown and/or winter depression. My dear dealer provided me with enough to bring me over the last week and the coming one happily and calm, I have made a couple of new friends within the Blue Building and am a happy, contempt single, looking forward to a date next week.
Yes D.A.T.E. : Delightful Attendance of Timed Emotionality. Hehe. Graham is his name. Lives in Dumbarton (or close)(-ish), which instantly makes me think Dumb-arse-ton, when ever I hear/read it. This has nothing to do with the only person I know there. He's a nice guy.
Dumbarseton is on the other side of the Clyde. Shockingly apparently the quickest way to get there is to go up the Clyde to Glasgow and then down in my direction again, just on the other side. What the heck did the people do before there was public transport here? A raft of turnips would do the job perfectly!
We'll see how that goes. Apart from that Jessica is moving out on the 20th still, and I'll be working over x-mas. I took 3 days holiday next week so I'll have a total of 5 days off. Woohoo.

I got a terrible crush on someone at work. Got a girlfriend. Apparently all good guys are gone anyway. I agree to disagree and shall hobble on trying to find one for myself. In due course.
It's nice being single, allowed to flirt and laugh and be a silly cow 99% of my day.

I'm buzzzzzzzing <^> <^> <^>

I know, its odd. With it being the 5th of December and still a wee while to go till christmas I feel tricked by both my body and mind. Like your parents swearing there really is a Santa. My body and mind are in full-blown spring. I am flirty as fuck, not naughty flirty but substantially flirty, if there should be such a thing.
Theres that guy I talk to during day time. I don't really get the WHY either, but I fancy the muggins out of him. Everytime I see him I blush like a freshly spanked ass, oh surprise, he even already noticed that. Being myself I have of course let him know that hes got my attention. He was flattered. Or scared. Both. He likes me though. NAnanananaaaaanaaaaaa! Cor!!!) Which is fine by me. I can't bring myself to take anything about this twittery feeling serious.

I got a feeling there's something gonna happen. Sorta doubt his girlfriend will be impressed to find out if there should be something to come that she could find out.

Note to self: Avoid for things to be able to be found out about. (Why do things easily when you can do 'em complicated!)

Scienidiotology!

Since years now I am keeping myself informed what is going on with Scientology. So this is my invitation to you: Please inform yourself about Scientology. Please know how organisations like that effect you and the people around you. Please Keep Your Eyes Opened! Thank you for building a nation beyond geography. We are Anonymous. We are legion. We are one. We do not forgive. We do not forget. Expect us.