For the past week or so, I've been reading YU+ME Dream in fragments. I've currently gotten to page 443 at the moment I am typing this.
I must say that this is a powerful internet comic. It has moments of cuteness, sadness, stress, hatred, happiness, and intimacy. This, to me, is one of those comics that really touches you when you read it. You just have to give it a chance. By the way: page 443 requires the music underneath the comic. It makes the whole experience so much more... more... perfect.
Yeah, so I am in love with this story so far. I don't want it to end, but it has officially ended. Luckily I'm not at the ending just yet. There are still more chapters to read. HUNDREDS OF PAGES! YEAH!
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I am roleplaying again on an old play-by-post forum I used to frequent. I may not be doing much, but I am writing. I haven't really done much of that for a long time. Not since last year. It's a good exercise, although my characters have always been hard to RP (roleplay) with.
I've never been one for conventional characters. People almost always go for normality or cartoon insanity. I go for the weird and different. When I play some characters... people generally don't know how to respond. It's not that I'm bad (I'm sure I'm good), but I play with nonsense while they rely on sense. It's like a sandwich talking to a lemon. Hmm... that sounds like quite the party to be honest.
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As for what I've been doing this past little while: nothing of importance to you internet folk. (:
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So I had this up for a while in my drafts. YU+ME Dream is finished. There are around 800 pages to read. It was satisfied with the ending. At times, I wondered "are they going for good or bad?" and I was content with the answer. Usually a comic leaves me wanting, but this one? No. I truly am satisfied with the ending.
I must commend the author of it for her hard work. She really planned it out. Her artwork may have been weak in the first few issues, but it developed so damn well.
Someone told me it takes a thousand drawings to improve. I disagree. It takes at most 100.
Wednesday
Not sprained
AAHHHHH!!!! DELETED BY GOOGLE EARTH FAILURE!!
*cough*
So my cat does not have a sprained ankle, but rather a flesh wound. It was seeping that protein stuff (clear yellow liquid) and I was all like "OH SHIT" and my mom was all like "OH DAYUM" and so we put some polysporin on it after cleaning it up. After the first wrapping failure, we didn't want to hurt him anymore, so we left it open. He better not lick it off...
It could also be broken. We can't say for certain, and a vet would charge way too much (I think), so we're stuck for now. Time will tell. He's okay right now.
Not much else to say... Well, there's a million+ things to say, but I'm tired. Looking up trails nearer Miss K.
*cough*
So my cat does not have a sprained ankle, but rather a flesh wound. It was seeping that protein stuff (clear yellow liquid) and I was all like "OH SHIT" and my mom was all like "OH DAYUM" and so we put some polysporin on it after cleaning it up. After the first wrapping failure, we didn't want to hurt him anymore, so we left it open. He better not lick it off...
It could also be broken. We can't say for certain, and a vet would charge way too much (I think), so we're stuck for now. Time will tell. He's okay right now.
Not much else to say... Well, there's a million+ things to say, but I'm tired. Looking up trails nearer Miss K.
Tuesday
Poop
My parkour-able cat has managed to sprain his leg doing extreme things. For the past few days he's been hiding in various closets, lying on soft things. Usually I catch him sleeping on a messy pile of paper, books, plastic, or all three. If not those, then freshly folded laundry. He'll be lying about for a while longer while his swollen leg heals. No need to worry (lol: internet folk worrying about strangers), he's a tough little bastard. He's also suddenly very loud and demanding because of his leg. Regardless, he's not going outside for a while, and we moved his litter upstairs so he doesn't have to make a journey to poop.
With the cat out of the way, I can now talk about how much I fuggin hate the designers of the sing-along icons in Kingdom Hearts 2. What the hell were they thinking when they used a pink design of Ariel with a pink background? "MUAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!" Or something like that, right? I'm talking about the "Under the Sea" part, not the other ones. Those were fine. While I'm hating on the game, I may as well say that I was completely stoked for the PotC world. Completely... until I heard them talk. They weren't outright bad (well, some were), but I felt like the voice actors were stapled on after the companies couldn't get the real deals. I did like the attempt of Mushu's voice actor to replicate Eddy Murphy. It wasn't spot on (in fact it was so obviously an impression), but it was good.
I am so glad I did that before going into the thousand head bash in Hollow Bastion. That was just the best stress relief I have ever had. By the way, I restarted "Under the Sea" a lot so I could get excellent in everything. In the end I just left it and got mostly excellent, some good, and one bad (AUGH). So now I'm basically at "Part 2" of the game where everything has just gotten tougher (lol). I really do love the game so far.
When Goofy was knocked out cold, I had a hard time believing he died, yet I didn't entirely disbelieve it. I was expecting him to get up ten seconds later and say "GWARSH! That hurt!" But no, he just lied there, perfectly still. I didn't start thinking he was dead until everyone got angry, Mickey took off his robe all serious-like, and the remaining group took off into battle. Fuggin YES! Of course, after killing a thousand pansy-arsed Hollows--I mean Heartless, Goofy shows up and is all like "LOL" until Donald breaks his knee-cap with his staff. Well, I wish it broke.
I'm just going to make a smoooooooooth transition into art:
Benjamin Zhang Bin is an awesome artist. My favourite picture of his is rather strange... It's not something you'd show in class or at work, but it's quite admirable in my book. It's called Pathfinder. If you can't see it, or press the link: It's a picture of a girl sitting on a toilet, staring at you. It's not just that, however: it's like the girl is glowing, like one of those girls you see and instantly fall in love with. The look she gives you... I'm not enough of a wordsmith to describe it, but it's basically deep, yet uncaring. I'd almost say suave.
Earlier today, Bugworlds was talking about one of his pieces of work: Red Panda (dA). I had actually never heard of them... Regardless, it reminded me of one of my past inspirations: Tanuki. Oh, and if you didn't know anything about them before, then look them up. FYI there is a man getting tea-bagged by massive balls on the other end of that link. Anyway, so yeah, I was remembering what inspired my own goblin creations. I just call them that because they're mischief makers, not because they have green skin. They're actually closer to the goblins in Little Nemo: Adventures in Slumberland (orginal comic). I'm not going to describe them any more than that since it's very easy to take and call your own.
Gawd, it's been so long since I've even thought about those goblins. Same goes for Cheshire, Topsy, and the Barkers. Oh, and Shirley. Dayum, I need to start writing them out again. I suppose Miss K is to blame for my sudden memory. I suppose I should thank her... in person. Texts are so impersonal sometimes.
Having said that, I have reminded myself of a personal pet-peeve: I cannot remember everything. Yeah, it's a fact of life, but I wish I could remember the little ideas I have that suddenly vanish before I can get them down on paper/email.
That was everything for today, I believe.
The weekend was pretty dang good, having spent roughly 24 hours with Miss K and the Long Nile just playing games. I couldn't let them play KH2 because I hadn't beaten it yet, and at least one of them wanted to skip scenes I hadn't witnessed. I totally panicked, but we were quick to play (and beat) Shadow of the Colossus on hard difficulty. I don't remember if I faced the second-last colussus or if it was Nigel... I hope it was me, because I always had a hard time with that one. Miss K covers that more easily than I in her blog. At times I think I need to get one of those new systems (I do have a Wii, but... lolwii).
The mum thought to collect three sodas for the game night, since, well... "All kids like pop." Not a drop was drunk in that time. I now must drink it all myself, but I shall do so with a wine glass.
'Kay, done.
EDIT:
lololololololololololololololololololololol adorable
Yes it's stupid, but it's also adorable and the comments are funny.
Examples:
"CUTEST THING EVAR!"
"oh god that was the worst thing i have ever seen in my life.... sudenly CJ Dippa from Americas got talent dosent look to bad -__-"
"this whole channel is screaming exploitation ಠ_ಠ" <-- favourite face so far
"this is so generic...
"i feel like a pedo watching this lol" (wtf?)
I had more fun reading the comments actually... so just watch the quick video, then have fun watching them argue or... go all pedorast... teh fug...
With the cat out of the way, I can now talk about how much I fuggin hate the designers of the sing-along icons in Kingdom Hearts 2. What the hell were they thinking when they used a pink design of Ariel with a pink background? "MUAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!" Or something like that, right? I'm talking about the "Under the Sea" part, not the other ones. Those were fine. While I'm hating on the game, I may as well say that I was completely stoked for the PotC world. Completely... until I heard them talk. They weren't outright bad (well, some were), but I felt like the voice actors were stapled on after the companies couldn't get the real deals. I did like the attempt of Mushu's voice actor to replicate Eddy Murphy. It wasn't spot on (in fact it was so obviously an impression), but it was good.
I am so glad I did that before going into the thousand head bash in Hollow Bastion. That was just the best stress relief I have ever had. By the way, I restarted "Under the Sea" a lot so I could get excellent in everything. In the end I just left it and got mostly excellent, some good, and one bad (AUGH). So now I'm basically at "Part 2" of the game where everything has just gotten tougher (lol). I really do love the game so far.
When Goofy was knocked out cold, I had a hard time believing he died, yet I didn't entirely disbelieve it. I was expecting him to get up ten seconds later and say "GWARSH! That hurt!" But no, he just lied there, perfectly still. I didn't start thinking he was dead until everyone got angry, Mickey took off his robe all serious-like, and the remaining group took off into battle. Fuggin YES! Of course, after killing a thousand pansy-arsed Hollows--I mean Heartless, Goofy shows up and is all like "LOL" until Donald breaks his knee-cap with his staff. Well, I wish it broke.
I'm just going to make a smoooooooooth transition into art:
Benjamin Zhang Bin is an awesome artist. My favourite picture of his is rather strange... It's not something you'd show in class or at work, but it's quite admirable in my book. It's called Pathfinder. If you can't see it, or press the link: It's a picture of a girl sitting on a toilet, staring at you. It's not just that, however: it's like the girl is glowing, like one of those girls you see and instantly fall in love with. The look she gives you... I'm not enough of a wordsmith to describe it, but it's basically deep, yet uncaring. I'd almost say suave.
Earlier today, Bugworlds was talking about one of his pieces of work: Red Panda (dA). I had actually never heard of them... Regardless, it reminded me of one of my past inspirations: Tanuki. Oh, and if you didn't know anything about them before, then look them up. FYI there is a man getting tea-bagged by massive balls on the other end of that link. Anyway, so yeah, I was remembering what inspired my own goblin creations. I just call them that because they're mischief makers, not because they have green skin. They're actually closer to the goblins in Little Nemo: Adventures in Slumberland (orginal comic). I'm not going to describe them any more than that since it's very easy to take and call your own.
Gawd, it's been so long since I've even thought about those goblins. Same goes for Cheshire, Topsy, and the Barkers. Oh, and Shirley. Dayum, I need to start writing them out again. I suppose Miss K is to blame for my sudden memory. I suppose I should thank her... in person. Texts are so impersonal sometimes.
Having said that, I have reminded myself of a personal pet-peeve: I cannot remember everything. Yeah, it's a fact of life, but I wish I could remember the little ideas I have that suddenly vanish before I can get them down on paper/email.
That was everything for today, I believe.
The weekend was pretty dang good, having spent roughly 24 hours with Miss K and the Long Nile just playing games. I couldn't let them play KH2 because I hadn't beaten it yet, and at least one of them wanted to skip scenes I hadn't witnessed. I totally panicked, but we were quick to play (and beat) Shadow of the Colossus on hard difficulty. I don't remember if I faced the second-last colussus or if it was Nigel... I hope it was me, because I always had a hard time with that one. Miss K covers that more easily than I in her blog. At times I think I need to get one of those new systems (I do have a Wii, but... lolwii).
The mum thought to collect three sodas for the game night, since, well... "All kids like pop." Not a drop was drunk in that time. I now must drink it all myself, but I shall do so with a wine glass.
'Kay, done.
EDIT:
lololololololololololololololololololololol adorable
Yes it's stupid, but it's also adorable and the comments are funny.
Examples:
"CUTEST THING EVAR!"
"oh god that was the worst thing i have ever seen in my life.... sudenly CJ Dippa from Americas got talent dosent look to bad -__-"
"this whole channel is screaming exploitation ಠ_ಠ" <-- favourite face so far
"this is so generic...
"i feel like a pedo watching this lol" (wtf?)
I had more fun reading the comments actually... so just watch the quick video, then have fun watching them argue or... go all pedorast... teh fug...
Sunday
Up the Lake and ADP
ADP
It started off well: a trip up to the pond and back. We were stoked, both Miss Kafka and I, but we were barely prepared for what was ahead. Sure we had backpacks full of food and water, but those were simple, easy items to have.
To be honest, it did have a rocky start; and I don't mean that in any pun-tastic way. Bus scheduling was muddled up because one (or both) of us is retarded. After that was sorted, we dabbled on the internet while my creatures inspected the bird. Well, she dabbled. I ran around gathering fruities and bottled waste. She'll certainly cover the rest of those moments within her domain (won't you).
The walk down to the path leading to the pond was probably the worst part because I couldn't tell if we had past it or not until asking for directions. Grammar :D... It was still fun, don't get me wrong, but damn was my perspective ever shot. The last time I had gone up, it was by car. Fifteen minutes via car is quite a bit more by foot (if that wasn't already obvious). The directions were golden... the second time around. One person told us it was North (way North). That was bull--I've been there before. The second person was surrounded by sawdust, but gave us good directions. I suppose I was being stupid, but it felt like we passed it, which is why I asked for directions. When we reached that awesome gravel road, we were probably half-way to Grueville.
From the yellow house onward was... a trek. I kept checking my watch so we wouldn't be late getting back, but that made it feel all the longer. By gawd was that ever a long trip. Good times, though. A few stops and Miss Kafka even ate a man. Sucked the life right out of him...
During our brief stops we had a go at listening to nature. Fuckin' Eh did nature have shit to say. The wind wound around the trees as birds blew their beaks. With the occasional slurp of guttywuts, I would say it was a good talk we had.
Of course, walking ten kilometres is a tiresome deed for those without bus-breaking legs. We had to sit, stop, or wiggle our legs awkwardly as we walked. Okay, I wiggled my legs awkwardly. She just did the occasional stretch. Pfft... normal stretches.
At about seven or eight kilometres down the trail (and this is just the gravel road) we had to stop completely... and do some squats. First to ten would win. We both kept at it evenly: 1 and 1, 2 and 2, 3 and 3, 4 and 4, etc. However, Neither of us were counting (at least not properly) and wound up confused as to who won. I'm sure I stopped at nine thinking it was ten. As far as I'm concerned, the bird won.
After hitting that eight kilometre mark, we found the damned pond (lake). O lardy was it beautiful! Sure, people have seen it thousands of times, but fuck them. I've only seen it twice as of now. I'm sure it's about the same for Miss Bird. Plus, traveling ten kilometres by foot makes anything at least ten times more awesome than it actually is. Even school.
We came out to film, but in the end we (I) were so tired that filming seemed like an impossible task. That, and I just wanted to sit and talk rather than sitting, facing the lake, and talking away from the camera for a half-hour. There is a subtle difference.
A half-hour later, we headed back. Of course I panicked when I thought I forgot the camera at the lake after ten minutes of walking, but it was in my bag. Yep. It was starting to get dark too, so my watch became useless. Damn was the walk back ever fast feeling. Time literally flew (no really; it had a cape).
There was a huge gasp of relief when we hit the high road. Not a single Pokemon jumped us, which was great. I agreed to be a distraction in such a case, and boy am I glad I missed that opportunity.
As we made a forced march for HQ, the darkness of the night and the mechs started taking over. Damn deadlights kept getting bigger and more startling. Eventually we collapsed on some grassy bit of land and managed to see... nothing. It was a schite night for star gazing. In fact, the moon was barely visible through all that fog. It was fucking great though: total relaxation... until we stood up. AUGH!! PAIN!! STIFFNESS!! I did get a second wind before Mecha M showed up and helped us along. That was the end; night over.
Fuck was that a fun trip. That whole, what, six or seven hours of chatting, chewing and chirping. Yep, we are definitely doing that again (muhahaha@Kafka). After the three month recovery process...
ADP dropping to AMP... augh... *dead*
EDIT: Her story
It started off well: a trip up to the pond and back. We were stoked, both Miss Kafka and I, but we were barely prepared for what was ahead. Sure we had backpacks full of food and water, but those were simple, easy items to have.
To be honest, it did have a rocky start; and I don't mean that in any pun-tastic way. Bus scheduling was muddled up because one (or both) of us is retarded. After that was sorted, we dabbled on the internet while my creatures inspected the bird. Well, she dabbled. I ran around gathering fruities and bottled waste. She'll certainly cover the rest of those moments within her domain (won't you).
The walk down to the path leading to the pond was probably the worst part because I couldn't tell if we had past it or not until asking for directions. Grammar :D... It was still fun, don't get me wrong, but damn was my perspective ever shot. The last time I had gone up, it was by car. Fifteen minutes via car is quite a bit more by foot (if that wasn't already obvious). The directions were golden... the second time around. One person told us it was North (way North). That was bull--I've been there before. The second person was surrounded by sawdust, but gave us good directions. I suppose I was being stupid, but it felt like we passed it, which is why I asked for directions. When we reached that awesome gravel road, we were probably half-way to Grueville.
From the yellow house onward was... a trek. I kept checking my watch so we wouldn't be late getting back, but that made it feel all the longer. By gawd was that ever a long trip. Good times, though. A few stops and Miss Kafka even ate a man. Sucked the life right out of him...
During our brief stops we had a go at listening to nature. Fuckin' Eh did nature have shit to say. The wind wound around the trees as birds blew their beaks. With the occasional slurp of guttywuts, I would say it was a good talk we had.
Of course, walking ten kilometres is a tiresome deed for those without bus-breaking legs. We had to sit, stop, or wiggle our legs awkwardly as we walked. Okay, I wiggled my legs awkwardly. She just did the occasional stretch. Pfft... normal stretches.
At about seven or eight kilometres down the trail (and this is just the gravel road) we had to stop completely... and do some squats. First to ten would win. We both kept at it evenly: 1 and 1, 2 and 2, 3 and 3, 4 and 4, etc. However, Neither of us were counting (at least not properly) and wound up confused as to who won. I'm sure I stopped at nine thinking it was ten. As far as I'm concerned, the bird won.
After hitting that eight kilometre mark, we found the damned pond (lake). O lardy was it beautiful! Sure, people have seen it thousands of times, but fuck them. I've only seen it twice as of now. I'm sure it's about the same for Miss Bird. Plus, traveling ten kilometres by foot makes anything at least ten times more awesome than it actually is. Even school.
We came out to film, but in the end we (I) were so tired that filming seemed like an impossible task. That, and I just wanted to sit and talk rather than sitting, facing the lake, and talking away from the camera for a half-hour. There is a subtle difference.
A half-hour later, we headed back. Of course I panicked when I thought I forgot the camera at the lake after ten minutes of walking, but it was in my bag. Yep. It was starting to get dark too, so my watch became useless. Damn was the walk back ever fast feeling. Time literally flew (no really; it had a cape).
There was a huge gasp of relief when we hit the high road. Not a single Pokemon jumped us, which was great. I agreed to be a distraction in such a case, and boy am I glad I missed that opportunity.
As we made a forced march for HQ, the darkness of the night and the mechs started taking over. Damn deadlights kept getting bigger and more startling. Eventually we collapsed on some grassy bit of land and managed to see... nothing. It was a schite night for star gazing. In fact, the moon was barely visible through all that fog. It was fucking great though: total relaxation... until we stood up. AUGH!! PAIN!! STIFFNESS!! I did get a second wind before Mecha M showed up and helped us along. That was the end; night over.
Fuck was that a fun trip. That whole, what, six or seven hours of chatting, chewing and chirping. Yep, we are definitely doing that again (muhahaha@Kafka). After the three month recovery process...
ADP dropping to AMP... augh... *dead*
EDIT: Her story
Wednesday
Oh right... music.
Fairy Fore... This was the first J-Pop band I ever intentionally listened to. I was introduced to them via Final Fantasy Unlimited. Y'know, that old obscure series from the early days of the new millennium. I listened to Vivid over and over again back before I had the internet, and before Youtube. A few years back I downloaded their music and found that I only really liked a small sum of their songs (basically three). Vivid has my favourite literal meaning (stalking? Hello, Police). Body Double just sounds the best.
While they're not my favourite band in the world, they were what introduced me to the idea of non-English bands. And now I listen to the only song I can from 尤雅. lulz
Fuck Tokio Hotel.
Tuesday
A real journal entry?
Fuck
I do try not to swear. Not out of any self-righteous bullshit, but because I find it lacking in satisfaction during conversation. If I'm hurt, I'll swear. I'll be glad to do so. However, I also hold my tongue with whatever force I can when a child or sensitive-yarble is nearby. I would actually like to replace my vulgar vocabulary with simply the word "cuss". It's fun, easy, and means little more than what it says. Of course I can't because it's not drilled into my skull--sorry, I meant: my FUCKING skull.
On another note, I'm quite bored with my life. The only thing I have to look forward to is school, which is not in any way a good thing. Well, it's good that I look forward to learning, but socially, it's bad. I need to get off this computer once in a while--take up art again (even if it is graphic art). I figure I was pretty okay at doodles (emphasis on "okay"). I'm using schoolwork as an excuse to stay inside. I have barely used my bike I got two weeks ago. I think I'm actually afraid to do anything.
O fear, the loathsome child of hesitation and despair. I fucking hate you. At this point I use you to avoid life, living, and loving.
I want to start writing, but I feel like I could fuck up and cause my school year to go downhill.
I want to start biking the trails, but I feel like I could crash or collide with a car on the way.
I want to start drawing, but I feel like I'll never get any better.
I want to start filming, but I feel like everyone's against me and I can't do a thing.
I want to start getting into shape, but... for whom?
I want to start so much, but I feel like I can only do so little.
Drama surrounds me, and so I sit in it's soup, and fuck am I sounding retarded.
I might need some help with the film class final. I can't figure out what to write. I have everything but the plot down for what I want to do.
Any ghosts feel like whispering?
I do try not to swear. Not out of any self-righteous bullshit, but because I find it lacking in satisfaction during conversation. If I'm hurt, I'll swear. I'll be glad to do so. However, I also hold my tongue with whatever force I can when a child or sensitive-yarble is nearby. I would actually like to replace my vulgar vocabulary with simply the word "cuss". It's fun, easy, and means little more than what it says. Of course I can't because it's not drilled into my skull--sorry, I meant: my FUCKING skull.
On another note, I'm quite bored with my life. The only thing I have to look forward to is school, which is not in any way a good thing. Well, it's good that I look forward to learning, but socially, it's bad. I need to get off this computer once in a while--take up art again (even if it is graphic art). I figure I was pretty okay at doodles (emphasis on "okay"). I'm using schoolwork as an excuse to stay inside. I have barely used my bike I got two weeks ago. I think I'm actually afraid to do anything.
O fear, the loathsome child of hesitation and despair. I fucking hate you. At this point I use you to avoid life, living, and loving.
I want to start writing, but I feel like I could fuck up and cause my school year to go downhill.
I want to start biking the trails, but I feel like I could crash or collide with a car on the way.
I want to start drawing, but I feel like I'll never get any better.
I want to start filming, but I feel like everyone's against me and I can't do a thing.
I want to start getting into shape, but... for whom?
I want to start so much, but I feel like I can only do so little.
Drama surrounds me, and so I sit in it's soup, and fuck am I sounding retarded.
I might need some help with the film class final. I can't figure out what to write. I have everything but the plot down for what I want to do.
Any ghosts feel like whispering?
How to take a bath without heated water
1) fill big pots with water (any clean water)
2) Boil over electric stove or fire
3) pour water into tub.
4) repeat steps 1-3 as needed.
5) enjoy cleaning yourself. *wink*
2) Boil over electric stove or fire
3) pour water into tub.
4) repeat steps 1-3 as needed.
5) enjoy cleaning yourself. *wink*
Saturday
Moving List
Indonesia (mild to hot)
Japan (mild to hot)
Hong Kong (FUCKING HOT OHMYGODIMBURNINGALIVE)
Australia (mild to HOT)
Sweden (Canadian *wink*)
Main problems:
Citizenship
Money
Education
Solution:
Get a good English grade in Post-Secondary and teach overseas in English. Of course... this only works with non-English countries. Secondary option is to marry a native. Tertiary option is to spontaneously become leader of chosen country.
And... music. Yeah.
Japan (mild to hot)
Hong Kong (FUCKING HOT OHMYGODIMBURNINGALIVE)
Australia (mild to HOT)
Sweden (Canadian *wink*)
Main problems:
Citizenship
Money
Education
Solution:
Get a good English grade in Post-Secondary and teach overseas in English. Of course... this only works with non-English countries. Secondary option is to marry a native. Tertiary option is to spontaneously become leader of chosen country.
And... music. Yeah.
Friday
Randoms
OHMYGODABSENCE!
Seeing other folk in casual drab thinking virtually made me remember I had my own little bloggy. Internet's been out since a few dozen dinners ago, and I haven't bothered to recall my memory.
Today (tonight) I shall write out a few things that have little connection to one another.
What Time is it?
Do you know the Time?
Time flies.
O how the Time has gone by.
Time's up.
This Time...
When the Time reaches x.
Perfect Timing. (?)
Time is non-linear. (quite fat, y'know)
Time deceives even the most observant.
It's like there's a party in my mouth and everyone's invited!
...Except you.
Trees
Darkness
Goblins
Fur
Mirrors
Caves
Jack
Roses
Pumpkins
Thorns
Daughters
Thieves
Worms
Hearts
Traps
Love
Death
Embrace
Gypsies
Swords
Guns
Frocks
Vests
3 Belts
Sashes
Masks
Feathers
Yarn
Gloves
Baldrics
Bucket Boots
Shoelaces
Pants
Shirts
Thailand
India
Underwater
Shoes
Suit
Narnar
Alone
Fish
Walking
Condoms
Canvas
Draw
Alarm
Slam
Field
Job
Car
Turn
Pass
Family
Happiness
Mr. Molly, Kafka, Cheshire, Tea, Kretts, Strange
Topsy
Review
Test 2: again again
Steel frame
Street
Camera
Gun
Gang
Beard
...
Clowns
Seeing other folk in casual drab thinking virtually made me remember I had my own little bloggy. Internet's been out since a few dozen dinners ago, and I haven't bothered to recall my memory.
Today (tonight) I shall write out a few things that have little connection to one another.
What Time is it?
Do you know the Time?
Time flies.
O how the Time has gone by.
Time's up.
This Time...
When the Time reaches x.
Perfect Timing. (?)
Time is non-linear. (quite fat, y'know)
Time deceives even the most observant.
It's like there's a party in my mouth and everyone's invited!
...Except you.
Trees
Darkness
Goblins
Fur
Mirrors
Caves
Jack
Roses
Pumpkins
Thorns
Daughters
Thieves
Worms
Hearts
Traps
Love
Death
Embrace
Gypsies
Swords
Guns
Frocks
Vests
3 Belts
Sashes
Masks
Feathers
Yarn
Gloves
Baldrics
Bucket Boots
Shoelaces
Pants
Shirts
Thailand
India
Underwater
Shoes
Suit
Narnar
Alone
Fish
Walking
Condoms
Canvas
Draw
Alarm
Slam
Field
Job
Car
Turn
Pass
Family
Happiness
Mr. Molly, Kafka, Cheshire, Tea, Kretts, Strange
Topsy
Review
Test 2: again again
Steel frame
Street
Camera
Gun
Gang
Beard
...
Clowns
Planning Ahead
I've decided to let people vote for the genre in which I'll play out my plot. Which shall it be, I wonder... I could pick a romantic sort of plot, but I could also pick a comedy. Actually, I really don't want to make it a comedy (of course there will be comedy in it). I could make it full-on action, or maybe a horror.
What do you think it should be?
While I have a place to put down my thoughts (I don't even have a writing program on my PC) I may as well use this space to plan on where to move after school is finished, and when I have some money.
After going through about twenty-odd countries in many different parts of the world, I'm still deciding on whether I want to move to South America or Asia...
So far I'm stuck on a small few:
Asia:
Indonesia
Singapore
South America:
Peru
Brasil
Unrelated: How to be a bad wife.
Contrast: How to be a good wife.
Less related: George Macdonald is awesome.
What do you think it should be?
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While I have a place to put down my thoughts (I don't even have a writing program on my PC) I may as well use this space to plan on where to move after school is finished, and when I have some money.
After going through about twenty-odd countries in many different parts of the world, I'm still deciding on whether I want to move to South America or Asia...
So far I'm stuck on a small few:
Asia:
Indonesia
Singapore
South America:
Peru
Brasil
Unrelated: How to be a bad wife.
Contrast: How to be a good wife.
Less related: George Macdonald is awesome.
Thursday
Unimportant Stuff
About the Logo: It's a parody of Picasso's Dog. I find inspiration in the original piece along with my own. Unfortunately, I lost my original copy and I only have the online copies.
While reading through a few Asian tales, I found myself thinking of their music. Mind you, I wasn't being profound about it. I looked up a few (starting with orchestras) and wound up finding two singers that I now adore.
Yu Yar (尤雅) and Tracy Tsui (崔苔菁) are their names. Well, I don't know about their English names, but their Chinese names are correct. That is, unless, I've completely misread them as Chinese when they are in fact not (but I'm pretty certain they are, though I don't know which form).
I need to either find their music in a store or download it all. If I had a sliver of a chance to find it in a Canadian store, I'd probably go out and buy it. Knowing how record stores work in my area, that's nearly impossible. As for downloading, I've no idea where to start. I've looked at a few trusted places, but no such luck. It's gonna bug me that I can't find their discographies (or even a single song).
Hey... YOU! Yeah, you! Help a buddy out, won't you? Help me find these two singers' music!
While reading through a few Asian tales, I found myself thinking of their music. Mind you, I wasn't being profound about it. I looked up a few (starting with orchestras) and wound up finding two singers that I now adore.
Yu Yar (尤雅) and Tracy Tsui (崔苔菁) are their names. Well, I don't know about their English names, but their Chinese names are correct. That is, unless, I've completely misread them as Chinese when they are in fact not (but I'm pretty certain they are, though I don't know which form).
I need to either find their music in a store or download it all. If I had a sliver of a chance to find it in a Canadian store, I'd probably go out and buy it. Knowing how record stores work in my area, that's nearly impossible. As for downloading, I've no idea where to start. I've looked at a few trusted places, but no such luck. It's gonna bug me that I can't find their discographies (or even a single song).
Hey... YOU! Yeah, you! Help a buddy out, won't you? Help me find these two singers' music!
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a bunch of white people and then just add 1 or 2 black people in there to look all 'diverse'.
Never any Asians though...
mostly on commercials though."