Drinking hot chocolate at 2:05 AM. I wonder if there is someone, at this moment, drinking hot chocolate too. Maybe it is 2:05 PM where they are. Or rather, 2:06. Or, somewhere where time is no restraint, they are drinking it right now?Are they listening to Tonari no Kaibutsu-Kun OST? I wonder how they look like. What kind of lives have they lead, or will lead? Are they struggling with their vacation homework too? Have the days gotten uncomfortably lonely for them too? I want to meet them. Right now. I want them to share their stories with me, while we both sip hot chocolate.
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Friday, December 21, 2012
Wind-blown
As I said the usual words of parting during the holidays, I found myself doing it very briefly. Walking away, my bangs fell over my glasses and disrupted my pace. Our separated goodbyes were so sloppy, like we all knew with certainty we would definitely be able to see each other again when school resumes. Have we taken each other's presence for granted? On purpose or unconsciously? During this occasion or all the time? The thought of it made me uneasy.
This winter, I am actually having a lot more fun than expected. I've been able to have such interesting conversations and hear funny remarks. I received my first manga and it is One Piece from the goodest Nancy~ The prankster Eric got me deodorant very nicely wrapped. I only wrote holiday cards for Rachel and Gloria (because they're so cool) and was not expecting to get a card and cute earrings from Rachel. Getting to know these people more and more makes me very excited for college. Not only are they genuine, but so full of such positive human traits, the traits I wouldn't mind acquiring.
My expectations for the next few days are high. Expectations and I have never shared a mutual relationship. Even so, its not my responsibility to make it work. So, expectations, do your stuff~
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
君に届け
New chapter of Kimi ni Todoke really makes me smile. Sawako and Kazehaya ~ Ayane and Kent~
Come on Chizuru and Ryu~~
Come on Chizuru and Ryu~~
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
1000 views~
12/12/12
I mean, it is kind of a big deal. It won't happen again until...a long time from now.
I mean, it is kind of a big deal. It won't happen again until...a long time from now.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
999 views ~
I don't understand. I thought writing was suppose to be something that came to me. I can't just keep trying to refurbish sentences til I finally have what I need. Why does it sound fine in my head, but when on paper, close to shitty? Well, fine isn't good enough. Good isn't good enough.
It's got to be awesome. It has to be.
It's got to be awesome. It has to be.
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Wrong Something
How's it going? Sorry I haven't been blogging for such a long time. I guess I'm supposed to give an excuse right about now, but, well, I got nothing.
I've been getting very frustrated, very irritated lately. My mood swings are constantly making their uninvited visits. Maybe it's because the weather is changing, or maybe I am. Why am I so annoying?
This rarely happens during the summer I realized. My mind gets thrown off into far off distances and is constantly being crushed. There's something wrong with me, but I can quite put my finger on it. Heck, I can't put anything on it.
What's wrong with me?
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Excuses
Since I need to come up with a brilliant 50th post on my other blog, I will post my thought here today. Yay for excuses~
Humans are such fur-less creatures, I think we should hibernate. Or if not all of us, I will voluntarily do it on behalf of, well, everyone.
Humans are such fur-less creatures, I think we should hibernate. Or if not all of us, I will voluntarily do it on behalf of, well, everyone.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Hurry up and wait
I was reading my old posts in this blog and it's been a year huh? Not exactly, but close enough.
This year I started 2nd period, around 8:00, and leave at 12:50-ish. With three APs and gym last period, there, isn't much to say. Unfortunately.
Recently a typewriter has inhabited the back of my brain. When I close my eyes, I hear sounds of irritating ticks and printings of what I need to do. There are many assignments I need to complete, applications I need to fill out and things I need to do. I'm still getting my "Emily-hour" everyday; that's the secret to managing my stress. Even with the full six hours of sleep, the yawns keep coming back.
I apologize for the podsnack advertisement that comes before the songs, but the songs make up for it.
I promise.
This year I started 2nd period, around 8:00, and leave at 12:50-ish. With three APs and gym last period, there, isn't much to say. Unfortunately.
Recently a typewriter has inhabited the back of my brain. When I close my eyes, I hear sounds of irritating ticks and printings of what I need to do. There are many assignments I need to complete, applications I need to fill out and things I need to do. I'm still getting my "Emily-hour" everyday; that's the secret to managing my stress. Even with the full six hours of sleep, the yawns keep coming back.
I apologize for the podsnack advertisement that comes before the songs, but the songs make up for it.
I promise.
Monday, October 8, 2012
Untitled;
I screamed myself hoarse
and it echoes and echoes
but no one's there to hear it.
The chains are gone,
but nothing's been freed.
clear-Just Be Friends
and it echoes and echoes
but no one's there to hear it.
The chains are gone,
but nothing's been freed.
clear-Just Be Friends
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Covet
covet v. to want intensely
Today, my school had an assembly that was supposedly thought of as important. Every time I go to one of those, I end up getting really pissed because they either talk about things I already know or irritating attempts at motivation. So, I didn't go and stayed in my APES class with a few other people.
My friend with the awesomest hair comes in and hangs out (what a rebel). She was telling me about her plan after high school. She will major in Asian studies and apply to an online college for business. She's going to be a business translator. She will have receive a visa and be able to work and stay in Japan at the age of 23. After living there for five years, she'll become a citizen by thirty.
Listening to her talk about her goal, I became very envious. She was so sure about what she wanted to do, and her plan seems flawless. That was something I coveted. I have never been so envious of something, and as I listened to her, I wanted to grab her hand and tell her "You will, without doubt, succeed. And when you do, let's have lunch together in Japan"
It was always a desire of mine to teach in Japan. The environment, even though I have never visited, is something I see in my dreams. I picture myself teaching in front of five-year olds speaking in Japanese and giving biscuits to the clumsy student that accidentally dropped their bento. Hearing my friend's goal, I realize how much exactly I want to make the picture reality.
My cousin is actually teaching in Japan right now. When I heard about it, I also coveted. My desire increased as I wanted, so much, to finish all the requirements to teach in Japan.
This current feud between Japan and China makes me very upset, because I know I'm not the only person that has a dream of going to another country and accomplishing their desires. Perhaps someone in Japan would love to go to China as well.
I can confidently say, that my dream is to teach preschool or elementary in Japan. But I fear devising a plan, because I know any missteps in the plan will be a road bump. So I will give it my bestest shot and to make it come true.
Today, my school had an assembly that was supposedly thought of as important. Every time I go to one of those, I end up getting really pissed because they either talk about things I already know or irritating attempts at motivation. So, I didn't go and stayed in my APES class with a few other people.
My friend with the awesomest hair comes in and hangs out (what a rebel). She was telling me about her plan after high school. She will major in Asian studies and apply to an online college for business. She's going to be a business translator. She will have receive a visa and be able to work and stay in Japan at the age of 23. After living there for five years, she'll become a citizen by thirty.
Listening to her talk about her goal, I became very envious. She was so sure about what she wanted to do, and her plan seems flawless. That was something I coveted. I have never been so envious of something, and as I listened to her, I wanted to grab her hand and tell her "You will, without doubt, succeed. And when you do, let's have lunch together in Japan"
It was always a desire of mine to teach in Japan. The environment, even though I have never visited, is something I see in my dreams. I picture myself teaching in front of five-year olds speaking in Japanese and giving biscuits to the clumsy student that accidentally dropped their bento. Hearing my friend's goal, I realize how much exactly I want to make the picture reality.
My cousin is actually teaching in Japan right now. When I heard about it, I also coveted. My desire increased as I wanted, so much, to finish all the requirements to teach in Japan.
This current feud between Japan and China makes me very upset, because I know I'm not the only person that has a dream of going to another country and accomplishing their desires. Perhaps someone in Japan would love to go to China as well.
I can confidently say, that my dream is to teach preschool or elementary in Japan. But I fear devising a plan, because I know any missteps in the plan will be a road bump. So I will give it my bestest shot and to make it come true.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Eschew
eschew v. to avoid, shun
Today's word was chosen because it is a rather cute word. I don't think there is a way to say it that won't follow with slight giggles. I hope that was phrased in a way that made sense..
I've finished my homework for tomorrow, but I should begin with the others that are due next week. Sleeping at twelve o'clock won't work anymore, every blink of an eye is just a step closer to falling asleep. But, maybe I'll leave that for tomorrow.
I finished building Going Merry on Sunday~ It is now happily next to Thousand Sunny in a clean space in my room. I'll upload a picture soon?
Lately, I've been thinking about Natsume Takashi. How he is so nice even to those that aren't to him, how he is so sincere and works hard to help other humans and youkai. Most people think fantasizing about fictional characters is, well to put it simply, stupidly retarded. In some ways, I guess it could be. But, when I watch Natsume Yuujinchou, I want to be just as nice and helpful to others. When I watch Gintama and One Piece, I think about the importance of risking everything for what you think is important. Kimi to Boku is definately a portrayal of the friendship I hope to make.
Now that I'm going off on a tangent, guess I'll stop here to avoid further embarrassment.
Thanks for reading ^^
Today's word was chosen because it is a rather cute word. I don't think there is a way to say it that won't follow with slight giggles. I hope that was phrased in a way that made sense..
I've finished my homework for tomorrow, but I should begin with the others that are due next week. Sleeping at twelve o'clock won't work anymore, every blink of an eye is just a step closer to falling asleep. But, maybe I'll leave that for tomorrow.
I finished building Going Merry on Sunday~ It is now happily next to Thousand Sunny in a clean space in my room. I'll upload a picture soon?
Lately, I've been thinking about Natsume Takashi. How he is so nice even to those that aren't to him, how he is so sincere and works hard to help other humans and youkai. Most people think fantasizing about fictional characters is, well to put it simply, stupidly retarded. In some ways, I guess it could be. But, when I watch Natsume Yuujinchou, I want to be just as nice and helpful to others. When I watch Gintama and One Piece, I think about the importance of risking everything for what you think is important. Kimi to Boku is definately a portrayal of the friendship I hope to make.
Now that I'm going off on a tangent, guess I'll stop here to avoid further embarrassment.
Thanks for reading ^^
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Abate
abate v. to become less in amount or intensity
School has recently started. I am constantly reminded of the past days as the weather starts to get colder. But no complaints here, I fell in love with the September breeze.
I have three AP classes, so procrastination is not an option. Even so, I've started a new manga, Dengeki Daisy. Reading shoujo mangas get me a little bit depressed, because I always reminiscence and dream about that kind of romance. I'm a hopeless romantic aren't I?
Today, something in me stirred so I searched up that song again. The song we heard on the rooftop on the last day. But this time, I didn't cry. I stopped the song before it ended. I'm waiting for the day when I can smile wholeheartedly about those days we all spent together. But I fear what the future holds.
My blog views have increased since the last time I've signed on. Thank you for all that have read, or even passed by. ^^
I haven't written in my other blog because it bothers me a little writing such personal things for someone I know to see. Even if she is my best friend; I guess that is something I have to overcome. Being honest sure is difficult.
And without my consent, the leaves continue to fall. It will be time for me to rake them again. As the sun's warmth abates, so will my energy.
I hope you have warm clothes for the upcoming winter.
and hope the sun doesn't stop shining
because I'll never get tired of you smiling ©
School has recently started. I am constantly reminded of the past days as the weather starts to get colder. But no complaints here, I fell in love with the September breeze.
I have three AP classes, so procrastination is not an option. Even so, I've started a new manga, Dengeki Daisy. Reading shoujo mangas get me a little bit depressed, because I always reminiscence and dream about that kind of romance. I'm a hopeless romantic aren't I?
Today, something in me stirred so I searched up that song again. The song we heard on the rooftop on the last day. But this time, I didn't cry. I stopped the song before it ended. I'm waiting for the day when I can smile wholeheartedly about those days we all spent together. But I fear what the future holds.
My blog views have increased since the last time I've signed on. Thank you for all that have read, or even passed by. ^^
I haven't written in my other blog because it bothers me a little writing such personal things for someone I know to see. Even if she is my best friend; I guess that is something I have to overcome. Being honest sure is difficult.
And without my consent, the leaves continue to fall. It will be time for me to rake them again. As the sun's warmth abates, so will my energy.
I hope you have warm clothes for the upcoming winter.
and hope the sun doesn't stop shining
because I'll never get tired of you smiling ©
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Heartache
I just finished re-watching Clannad & Clannad After Story. I remember when I had first told my friend about it, she also noted that the art was good, but she found it to be too boring. I laughed and said it was only the first episode. I don't want to come up with something my mind wants, but I don't quite remember what she said after. I wonder if she would've liked it if she had knew it would be about such a wondrous story. There's nothing quite like Clannad to get my wretched heart aching.
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Disconcert
disconcert verb to upset the calm
I was asked a question yesterday that I could not answer. When she asked, I was surprised she shifted the conversation in that direction. I wasn't sure what to reply. "That, that's a pretty good question. I...I don't know." I wasn't upset that she asked, I was pissed because I didn't know the answer. But, the anger subsided when my nephew threw up on my shirt. (no sarcasm intended) I'm glad he felt better afterward.
"So, what do you love?" she asked.
I was asked a question yesterday that I could not answer. When she asked, I was surprised she shifted the conversation in that direction. I wasn't sure what to reply. "That, that's a pretty good question. I...I don't know." I wasn't upset that she asked, I was pissed because I didn't know the answer. But, the anger subsided when my nephew threw up on my shirt. (no sarcasm intended) I'm glad he felt better afterward.
"So, what do you love?" she asked.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Anger-y
The idea of Kimi to Boku and Tsuritama ending puts me in a very upsetting mood. Or, I should say, the end of any anime is no good.
NO GOOD.
NO GOOD.
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Abash
abash verb to embarrass
Where is the line crossed? Who decides when the strings are cut? Maybe I'm just being hopeful; the strings were never attached in the first place. And no matter how much of an optimistic view I might have, we will never find our way back because it was never meant to be.
The phrase is so fucking cliche. I used it hundreds of time just to appease myself. It's really annoying; I can't get myself to be persuaded it's the stupidest thing. I already know definately it's a no. I'm not sure what kind of role I want the past to be. I just feel so uncomfortable. Since I can't come up with a legitimate excuse, I'll just blame them on hormones.
Where is the line crossed? Who decides when the strings are cut? Maybe I'm just being hopeful; the strings were never attached in the first place. And no matter how much of an optimistic view I might have, we will never find our way back because it was never meant to be.
The phrase is so fucking cliche. I used it hundreds of time just to appease myself. It's really annoying; I can't get myself to be persuaded it's the stupidest thing. I already know definately it's a no. I'm not sure what kind of role I want the past to be. I just feel so uncomfortable. Since I can't come up with a legitimate excuse, I'll just blame them on hormones.
Monday, May 28, 2012
Orisinal
I remember when my cousin first showed me this game site when I was around 6 years old. I definitely did not expect games that had beautiful graphics, amazing music and entertaining games. The music is always nostalgic and soothing.
I just wanted to share such awesome-ness to you guys. (Whoever/Whomever you guys happen to be)
Orisinal.com ღ
I just wanted to share such awesome-ness to you guys. (Whoever/Whomever you guys happen to be)
Orisinal.com ღ
Thursday, May 24, 2012
I don't burp; I tend to belch
I have this, thing that I do. I don't want to call it a hobby, because, well, simply because, I don't do it often. It occurs at very arbitrary times.
It might be a short story, or a picture, a manga, or just a quote. Sometimes, I remember how much I liked it and so I spend my time browsing frantically looking for it. It's almost like a, replenish of the past. A sort of reassurance that I need.
I went all the way back a hundred pages and read my friend's post. She wrote about me and called me her best friend. I still remember. But, the funny thing is, this isn't another sob post about what happened; actually it's one of realization. When did we stop talking? When did she stop telling me everything? The sudden punch of reality sometimes leaves me at dead ends. Then I get mad at myself for letting that happen. When did I change?
Emotions really screw you over.
It might be a short story, or a picture, a manga, or just a quote. Sometimes, I remember how much I liked it and so I spend my time browsing frantically looking for it. It's almost like a, replenish of the past. A sort of reassurance that I need.
I went all the way back a hundred pages and read my friend's post. She wrote about me and called me her best friend. I still remember. But, the funny thing is, this isn't another sob post about what happened; actually it's one of realization. When did we stop talking? When did she stop telling me everything? The sudden punch of reality sometimes leaves me at dead ends. Then I get mad at myself for letting that happen. When did I change?
Emotions really screw you over.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Tsuritama Opening
TWO FULL OPENINGS IN ONE DAY?
Definately makes up for my wet converse for the whole school day, boring English Class, failed quiz & test.
Yes, elated indeed.
~DEFINATELY~
Definately makes up for my wet converse for the whole school day, boring English Class, failed quiz & test.
Yes, elated indeed.
~DEFINATELY~
Kimi to Boku opening~
New music~
The amount of awesome is breathtaking. Just listening to it makes me really happy.
Cheers to 君と僕。Tomohisa Sakou & Zutto.
The amount of awesome is breathtaking. Just listening to it makes me really happy.
Cheers to 君と僕。Tomohisa Sakou & Zutto.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Negligence
I realized I've never actually made a written down list of my favorite anime series.
So, here it is, in no particular order because I'm still debating.
So, here it is, in no particular order because I'm still debating.
- One Piece [ ワンピース]
- 銀魂 [Gintama]
- 君と僕。[Kimi to Boku]
- つり球 [Tsuritama]
I vaguely remember the awesomeness of Escaflowne. If I can get my hands on that one and re-watch it that would be nice. I don't know if Avatar: The Last Airbender counts as an anime but if so, definately. Clannad was a a nice one too. Kuroshitsuji must be at least top 10 (even though I haven't finished season 2)
I sure hope I didn't miss any...
thought: What's the difference between ( ) and [ ] ?
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
[Slight] Alterations
I wonder what makes people shy or embarrassed. What about the feeling of awkward? I'd rather not be acquainted with that feeling. Being outgoing used to be no problem, I wouldn't give two shits about embarrassing myself. It was actually kind of fun, to just put myself out there. I took on the role of making people laugh at my silly-ness and mistakes; and without question I would leisurely laugh along. But lately, I've begun to see the evident change of hostility. I don't initiate the "hello" wave to the friend I've known for the last twelves years of my existence but rather wave to the girl that I see consistently throughout the day. Maybe I'm the only one that over thinks it. Nevertheless, there it goes again. There change goes, doing it's daily works and being busy without my proper consent.
I wish you were here to judge for me whether I should accept it peacefully or wage war.
I wish you were here to judge for me whether I should accept it peacefully or wage war.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Quiescent
quiescent adj. a quiet, soft spoken soul
There's something about the increasing heat that makes my heart heavy and makes me feel uneasy. Inevitably, I'm left to think about the past summers of love, hate, sad, happy. (I felt like if I used vocabulary for that it would just be unnecessary) Today is Mother's Day and we didn't have our usual feast with extra three red chairs and six sets of chopsticks. Change is starting to make itself more and more evident.
There's something about the increasing heat that makes my heart heavy and makes me feel uneasy. Inevitably, I'm left to think about the past summers of love, hate, sad, happy. (I felt like if I used vocabulary for that it would just be unnecessary) Today is Mother's Day and we didn't have our usual feast with extra three red chairs and six sets of chopsticks. Change is starting to make itself more and more evident.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Conspicuous
conspicuous adj. easily seen, noticeable
So I've realized that I haven't posted in a while that I had to go back to my old posts and figure out the styling for the definitions. Either way, I'm back and ready to load this blog with intellectual vents, recollections, minor vulgar language and daily feelings.
I took the SAT on Saturday and I saw an old classmate of mine. I was very excited to see him; it's been three years since. Even so, I was scared to say hi for the same reasons. What if he doesn't remember me? I think it would be better if my gut feeling wasn't proven correct.
Feelings really screw you over. Maybe it's because I'm naturally sensitive so I over think things. But, for some unfathomable reason, this is one of those feelings I just can't shake off. Why is it that it constantly occurs so subtly, but not subtle enough for me not to detect them? And, even with my colorful imagination, I just can't come up with a reason why. Why is it that I feel so uncomfortable? I feel like I'm trying too hard to be accepted and humorous. It's been so long, 7 years, and it isn't supposed to be this way. So why?
I can't avoid him; it's just something I simply can not do. But I'm limiting my contact and conversations. It isn't on purpose and it's not a plan. It's like, my heart knows it's something I need to do and to protect me, it does it spontaneously. My brain knows it too, and for my health, works hand in hand with my heart to come up with this plot that I have no agreement to. I guess I'm still hurt. But I believe time is the only thing that can help me, so I'm just patiently waiting.
I miss her. I miss her too. Whatever supernatural force or some twisted coincidence, I still can't believe that within one year I had to go back there again. The same room and the same people conducting it. I hope they're happy; even in different places, I still wish the best. I bet heaven is different for everyone.
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It just sucks.
So I've realized that I haven't posted in a while that I had to go back to my old posts and figure out the styling for the definitions. Either way, I'm back and ready to load this blog with intellectual vents, recollections, minor vulgar language and daily feelings.
I took the SAT on Saturday and I saw an old classmate of mine. I was very excited to see him; it's been three years since. Even so, I was scared to say hi for the same reasons. What if he doesn't remember me? I think it would be better if my gut feeling wasn't proven correct.
Feelings really screw you over. Maybe it's because I'm naturally sensitive so I over think things. But, for some unfathomable reason, this is one of those feelings I just can't shake off. Why is it that it constantly occurs so subtly, but not subtle enough for me not to detect them? And, even with my colorful imagination, I just can't come up with a reason why. Why is it that I feel so uncomfortable? I feel like I'm trying too hard to be accepted and humorous. It's been so long, 7 years, and it isn't supposed to be this way. So why?
I can't avoid him; it's just something I simply can not do. But I'm limiting my contact and conversations. It isn't on purpose and it's not a plan. It's like, my heart knows it's something I need to do and to protect me, it does it spontaneously. My brain knows it too, and for my health, works hand in hand with my heart to come up with this plot that I have no agreement to. I guess I'm still hurt. But I believe time is the only thing that can help me, so I'm just patiently waiting.
I miss her. I miss her too. Whatever supernatural force or some twisted coincidence, I still can't believe that within one year I had to go back there again. The same room and the same people conducting it. I hope they're happy; even in different places, I still wish the best. I bet heaven is different for everyone.
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It just sucks.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Practicing Enoshima Dance
Just waiting for the full version of the opening of Kimi to Boku 2 and Tsuritama.
Makes me happy when I get to watch.
Makes me happy when I get to watch.
Monday, April 30, 2012
Untitled
I don't know what I'm running from, but I just feel like I have to get away.
-Maybe you're not running from anything. Maybe something needs you and you're running toward it.
-Maybe you're not running from anything. Maybe something needs you and you're running toward it.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Monday, April 23, 2012
Gasp
A college's name was strangely attracted to me. I'm browsing through it's website and its information are written in my favorite font. Huh, what an odd coincidence. That's pretty cool.
Woah, that's cool.
Woah, that's cool.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Susurrus
susurrus n. a soft whispering or rustling sound
"I'm not allowed to do such. If they find out, my life'll be in danger. Not that I value it or anything..." she said to herself. Out of nowhere, she heard a susurrus and she instantly placed her hand on the dagger she had underneath her tattered clothing. She took an imperceptible deep breath and turned to look outside the window. Nobody, just the trees. Her training site had that disadvantage of being guided by the constant winds.
Redamancy was the biggest crime in her nation. The sign of a worthless individual that would be killed without warning at the site of a battle. For every human that had felt any feelings of such would be placed underground forever, for the King would allow no weak citizens to exist in his nation. The underground had no light nor sound from the outside; not enough to be called torture, but worse than death itself. With no casket for the dead and no sympathy for the punished, this place was not suited for people to exist.
"I'm not allowed to do such. If they find out, my life'll be in danger. Not that I value it or anything..." she said to herself. Out of nowhere, she heard a susurrus and she instantly placed her hand on the dagger she had underneath her tattered clothing. She took an imperceptible deep breath and turned to look outside the window. Nobody, just the trees. Her training site had that disadvantage of being guided by the constant winds.
Redamancy was the biggest crime in her nation. The sign of a worthless individual that would be killed without warning at the site of a battle. For every human that had felt any feelings of such would be placed underground forever, for the King would allow no weak citizens to exist in his nation. The underground had no light nor sound from the outside; not enough to be called torture, but worse than death itself. With no casket for the dead and no sympathy for the punished, this place was not suited for people to exist.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Rancorous
rancorous adj. hateful
Monday, March 26, 2012
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Perfection
Mandy Moore, Zachary Levi and Donna Murphy are the most perfect voices for the amazing characters of Rapunzel, Eugene Fitzherbert (Flynn Rider) and Mother Gothel.
Wow~
Haha, and don't forget ol' Pascal and Maximus~
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Well, I'll Be
demented adj. mentally disturbed; mad; insane
consternation n. surprise and alarm, leading to panic, deep disappointment or total confusion
bespoke v. to signify or indicate
My English teacher is really going to help me boost up my vocabulary; it is something I'm rather grateful about. Consternation, oh such a word I wish I had found earlier. The words today are special an't it? Not only are they three different parts of speech, but they all link together. An incident, causes consternation, necessary or not. This eventually (for us weak ones) will lead to one being demented. Hm, or is that too extreme of an outcome? Nevertheless, it'll lead to some kind of action or expression to bespoken such feelings.
I'm tired.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Friday, February 3, 2012
Awed
I apologize to my readers (yes, I still have hope) that I haven't been posting lately. Life's been very very troublesome lately that vehement feelings have been arising but I'm trying my best to keep them suppressed. I believe that I'll be back soon.
This post isn't really a break or anything of the sort. I remember a while back when my friend showed me a story on deviantart. Recently I've been able to retrieve that back into my memory and I'd like to share it with you. It is breathtaking and simply beautiful. The art, the story, everything. It's truly inspiring, but I fall short in the art of creating images. I yearn eagerly for the continuation of Chapter 4 along with this other fanfiction I've been reading for years. But that one is probably a lost cause since there hasn't been an upload since, I believe two years? Sorry for the digression, here it is for your moment of perfection, Knite.
A word to the author; thanks for creating perfection.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Triple or Study
candid adj. completely honest; straightforward
effusive v. showing excessive emotion; overflowing
enigma n. a puzzle, mystery or riddle
What another January night to reminiscence. As exhausted I complain to be, I'm still as reluctant to do what I should be doing, homework and studying. I'll try to be as candid as I can.
I've always considered myself to always be effusive, internally. Even so, I still wish that there was someone to understand me or even listen to what I have to say and have some sort of feedback. Oh dear, I'm digressing.
I occasionally go through my autograph book in middle+elementary school for a good cry or laugh. There would always be entries where people would say something along the lines of "I always see you smiling and good luck to you in school" I guess I was pretty content back then. I don't recall, unfortunately, any time where I was full of smiles. Then, I began to ponder, did I really present myself full of smiles? If that was so, then how come I'm so out of it now? Were the changes that negative? Hm, maybe I'll be able to get an hour or two out of someone so they can listen to what's on my mind.
One of my worst posts I must divulge; exhaustion is transforming into fatigue and disregard.
Monday, January 9, 2012
Triple or Break
onerous adj. burdensome
maverick non. one who is independent
augment v. make greater in size
Even though it is a new year, let's take the time in January to look back and grasp on even harder to those memories eh? Because I like to be the odd one out; it gives me a sense of uniqueness. Sounds cocky? I thought it might.
Today I bumped, I wish it was literal, into an old acquaintance. I've always followed her blog because I found her to be an interesting person, one that deserves more recognition than she is given. I strongly remember that time where she called me out of the blue in the 7th grade? and began to talk to me about my so called, "first love". Let's save that for another January night.
She began speculating on our "relationship" and told me what he had said. I don't remember what I had felt at that time of the conversation, but I'm sure I enjoyed it because I finally got to confront someone about it. Thinking back, why did we stop talking? Why did I stop poking her when I saw her in the hallway? Then it hit me, that perhaps when my connection with him vanished, so did her interest in being my friend?
Is that the kind of stuff you're supposed to think when you see a person you used to talk to? I'm only human; but I gotta say, that's pretty pathetic. I should have gathered enough courage to sit next to her and initiate conversation. But that might end on a bad note: awkwardness followed by a "who the fuck are you?"
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
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