28 August 2011
GP Basic - Jelly Pop
I can't really believe they're all 1996 kids, (except Janey. She's 1998) because, hell, they're talented. Janey too. They still have time to improve, but hey, I like it that they all look like they're having fun doing this. (A while back SHINee was looking depressed and overworked and I didn't have a good time either)
Anyway, their concept is cool. I mean, not stuff like G-Story, the overused cute image, or ... oversexualized...? They're cool. I like this group.
DN Fic Plot Bunny
*This is shit, please forget about this.
Title: We Are All Too Fragile
Summary: Because in B's little dollhouse, everything is too easy to break.
START
He watches with a smile as they kill themselves.
Mello and Matt are used to the red. Confined in the castle-like house, they roam around, leaving trails of footsteps in the thick dust. Everything is red here. In B's kingdom, everything is the colour of strawberry jam.
Mello bends down, picking up a rusted blade. It is only about an inch long, and he snaps it in half. The pieces are no longer of any interest to him, so he abandons them, letting them fall carelessly from his hand as he continues walking.
When he catches up with Matt, he slows, and the two of them walks along the corridors with no apparent purpose.
Nothing changes here.
The dull maroon of the velvet curtains is yet another lie that B has implemented - there are no windows. The velvet covers the concrete walls where windows are supposed to be.
Nothing changes, and Mello eventually turns away from the curtains, returning his gaze to the floor and Matt's shoes.
Today, Matt's shoes are white.
Mello knows what it means - so does Matt himself - but neither voices it out loud. B's kingdom, B's rules. B's continued happiness ensures their survival. They are not sure if speaking about it will make B angry, but it is always better not to take chances.
Because, they remember, Light Yagami had taken chances, and B does not like anything to be similar to Yagami, not after that.
And so they keep walking, retracing the previous days' footsteps. Done with this floor, they go down the stairs slowly, to the floor below, and after they have finished that floor, they proceed to the one below that. Until they reach B's door, then they pause, tilting their heads to consider.
They could always not go.
They could always refuse to walk through the door, and seek refuge in the other rooms in the large building. It is sufficiently big that it would take a few days for B to find them, but although the delay of a few days is tempting, B's punishment at the end is not worth it. They know it well.
Matt's hand reaches out to the doorknob with the barest hint of reluctance.
Mello takes a small step backwards as Matt opens the door slowly, then turns and flees when Matt enters the room.
He has no wish to know what will happen. He knows too much as it is, and knowing any more will be dangerous.
Running now, Mello tries not to let the tired tears roll down his cheeks. He does not feel much, but he feels fear with a frightening intensity. He blinks, heart thumping as the sound of Matt closing the door softly echoes behind him.
Mello does not cry, but there are tears nevertheless.
PART
Matt obediently sits as B takes out a little dress. It is girly, with ruffles and lace adorning each layer of the petticoats - and it is red, a dark burgundy with shades of purple. Matt accepts it wordlessly, turning so that B can lift up his shirt.
The cold air hits his back when B removes his shirt, but then B's fingers are even colder. The same frozen digits then unbutton his pants and help his slip out of his boxers.
The dress is now pulled over his head, rubbing uncomfortably against his sensitive skin. B has chosen to forgo the undergarments today, and Matt is shivering even before B's hands find their way to his nipples.
A chuckle.
"Mattiekins," B whispers, pushing the teen down onto the bed. His wrists and ankles are subsequently chained, the heavy metal on his skin somehow soothing yet unnatural at the same time. "Mattikins," B whispers.
B runs his hands over the slim body underneath him, feeling Matt's nervous trembling with glee.
"Mattiekins," he whispers, "How is Mello?"
Matt tenses. The subject of Mello is one that he does not wish to broach. "Fine," he replies instead, wishing that B would simply defile him and let him go, as is the routine. Rarely does B deign to converse, and when he does, something invariably takes a turn for the worse.
"He isn't missing me? Or Near?"
"Near is dead," Matt says emotionlessly.
B laughs, fingers dancing along Matt's spine. "But of course, Mattiekins, he is too delicious to save. Don't you think so...?"
Matt is silent, thinking of scarlet liquid that B drinks each day, the liquid that dries into a dirty brown. Near, he imagines, must be finished by now. Which means that Mello is next...
"Don't," he mutters, "Don't hurt Mello please."
"Oh?" comes the mocking answer. "You would sacrifice yourself for him? How sweet."
And Matt remembers that B likes sweet things.
"I hate sweet things," B says.
Unbeta'd and everything. I wrote this so that I wouldn't forget about it.
Title: We Are All Too Fragile
Summary: Because in B's little dollhouse, everything is too easy to break.
START
He watches with a smile as they kill themselves.
Mello and Matt are used to the red. Confined in the castle-like house, they roam around, leaving trails of footsteps in the thick dust. Everything is red here. In B's kingdom, everything is the colour of strawberry jam.
Mello bends down, picking up a rusted blade. It is only about an inch long, and he snaps it in half. The pieces are no longer of any interest to him, so he abandons them, letting them fall carelessly from his hand as he continues walking.
When he catches up with Matt, he slows, and the two of them walks along the corridors with no apparent purpose.
Nothing changes here.
The dull maroon of the velvet curtains is yet another lie that B has implemented - there are no windows. The velvet covers the concrete walls where windows are supposed to be.
Nothing changes, and Mello eventually turns away from the curtains, returning his gaze to the floor and Matt's shoes.
Today, Matt's shoes are white.
Mello knows what it means - so does Matt himself - but neither voices it out loud. B's kingdom, B's rules. B's continued happiness ensures their survival. They are not sure if speaking about it will make B angry, but it is always better not to take chances.
Because, they remember, Light Yagami had taken chances, and B does not like anything to be similar to Yagami, not after that.
And so they keep walking, retracing the previous days' footsteps. Done with this floor, they go down the stairs slowly, to the floor below, and after they have finished that floor, they proceed to the one below that. Until they reach B's door, then they pause, tilting their heads to consider.
They could always not go.
They could always refuse to walk through the door, and seek refuge in the other rooms in the large building. It is sufficiently big that it would take a few days for B to find them, but although the delay of a few days is tempting, B's punishment at the end is not worth it. They know it well.
Matt's hand reaches out to the doorknob with the barest hint of reluctance.
Mello takes a small step backwards as Matt opens the door slowly, then turns and flees when Matt enters the room.
He has no wish to know what will happen. He knows too much as it is, and knowing any more will be dangerous.
Running now, Mello tries not to let the tired tears roll down his cheeks. He does not feel much, but he feels fear with a frightening intensity. He blinks, heart thumping as the sound of Matt closing the door softly echoes behind him.
Mello does not cry, but there are tears nevertheless.
PART
Matt obediently sits as B takes out a little dress. It is girly, with ruffles and lace adorning each layer of the petticoats - and it is red, a dark burgundy with shades of purple. Matt accepts it wordlessly, turning so that B can lift up his shirt.
The cold air hits his back when B removes his shirt, but then B's fingers are even colder. The same frozen digits then unbutton his pants and help his slip out of his boxers.
The dress is now pulled over his head, rubbing uncomfortably against his sensitive skin. B has chosen to forgo the undergarments today, and Matt is shivering even before B's hands find their way to his nipples.
A chuckle.
"Mattiekins," B whispers, pushing the teen down onto the bed. His wrists and ankles are subsequently chained, the heavy metal on his skin somehow soothing yet unnatural at the same time. "Mattikins," B whispers.
B runs his hands over the slim body underneath him, feeling Matt's nervous trembling with glee.
"Mattiekins," he whispers, "How is Mello?"
Matt tenses. The subject of Mello is one that he does not wish to broach. "Fine," he replies instead, wishing that B would simply defile him and let him go, as is the routine. Rarely does B deign to converse, and when he does, something invariably takes a turn for the worse.
"He isn't missing me? Or Near?"
"Near is dead," Matt says emotionlessly.
B laughs, fingers dancing along Matt's spine. "But of course, Mattiekins, he is too delicious to save. Don't you think so...?"
Matt is silent, thinking of scarlet liquid that B drinks each day, the liquid that dries into a dirty brown. Near, he imagines, must be finished by now. Which means that Mello is next...
"Don't," he mutters, "Don't hurt Mello please."
"Oh?" comes the mocking answer. "You would sacrifice yourself for him? How sweet."
And Matt remembers that B likes sweet things.
"I hate sweet things," B says.
Unbeta'd and everything. I wrote this so that I wouldn't forget about it.
27 August 2011
Apple App - Exodus International
http://www.guardian.co.uk/technology/2011/mar/23/gay-cure-app-apple-iphone
That was what I chanced on one day. I do realize that this is a little outdated, but I'm still extremely pissed...
Honestly, Apple...
I'm going to make this clear: I think this app is stupid, idiotic, pointless, detrimental to certain people's mental health, completely misguided, meaningless, and absolutely wrong.
By saying that being homosexual, or queer or anything else, can be cured, they're insinuating that it is wrong. By 'cure' http://www.thefreedictionary.com/_/dict.aspx?word=cure to cure a 'disease'.
By saying that it's wrong, those people who made the app are insinuating that homosexuality is a disease, which it is absolutely not, according to various lists of disorders. It's only some very foolish people wholes thinking that it's wrong and can be cured - no, it can't be cured.
Because it's perfectly natural, perfectly fine, perfectly okay. Majority of humans are heterosexual, and a minority is homosexual (queer, trans, etc) so they're discriminating against the homosexuals?
It's exactly like, for example, people with small noses discriminating against people with large noses (not really, just an analogy) or like people with long fingers discriminating against people with short fingers (another analogy). Neither homosexuality, nose size, or finger length can be changed.
So why should you discriminate against homosexuals?
(And screw the bible, dear, your darling bible says it's okay to keep slaves and adulterers too.)
This app is absolutely disgusting, and I can't ever forgive Apple for allowing this kind of monstrosity to be available to the general public (even for a little while). I can't ever forgive the fools who made the app too. Exodus International, you are despicable humans. If you're going to use the bible as an excuse for hating on non-heteros, you'd better keep slaves and stone adulterers too. If not, shut the fuck up about 'curing homosexuality'.
Unwanted same-sex attraction, the fuck. Disgusting assumptions. Absolutely disgusting. "any sexual expression outside of a monogamous marriage between one man and one woman falls outside of God’s creative intent for human sexual expression and is sinful" WHAT THE HOLY FUCK. They don't mention love. I know because I searched their page.
Marriage (which may or may not include love) between one male and one female is good, and sex is permitted.
Pffft. Seriously. Narrow-minded.
So if a man marries a woman for sex, then divorces her as soon as he's sick of her, then marries another person... Maybe I'm going too far with this.
Anyway. their (exodus) student blogs are horrifyingly fake. I'm not sure if I'm just cynical, or if it's just really scripted, but... here.
It's just a pile of rambling words, seemingly sophisticated and logical, but really just incoherent. I couldn't understand a single paragraph. The subject is confusing. (Subject as in grammar; the thing that we're talking about). The "blog" posts don't touch on anything concrete - they don't tell you what happens if you reject femininity. It's just, oh, steel walls, cold military base... enough of the Evading Sensitive and Logical Things.
Maybe I'm missing the point, because I admit, I can't see it from their point of view at all. However, I'd also like to point out that, if I was a lesbian and a christian, I would never in a fucking million years be persuaded by their bullcrap.
Or maybe I just haven't met anyone who isn't as contrary as me, someone who is more naive and trusting, someone who might actually believe exodus' crap.
Whatever, exodus disgusts me to no end.
That was what I chanced on one day. I do realize that this is a little outdated, but I'm still extremely pissed...
Honestly, Apple...
I'm going to make this clear: I think this app is stupid, idiotic, pointless, detrimental to certain people's mental health, completely misguided, meaningless, and absolutely wrong.
By saying that being homosexual, or queer or anything else, can be cured, they're insinuating that it is wrong. By 'cure' http://www.thefreedictionary.com/_/dict.aspx?word=cure to cure a 'disease'.
By saying that it's wrong, those people who made the app are insinuating that homosexuality is a disease, which it is absolutely not, according to various lists of disorders. It's only some very foolish people wholes thinking that it's wrong and can be cured - no, it can't be cured.
Because it's perfectly natural, perfectly fine, perfectly okay. Majority of humans are heterosexual, and a minority is homosexual (queer, trans, etc) so they're discriminating against the homosexuals?
It's exactly like, for example, people with small noses discriminating against people with large noses (not really, just an analogy) or like people with long fingers discriminating against people with short fingers (another analogy). Neither homosexuality, nose size, or finger length can be changed.
So why should you discriminate against homosexuals?
(And screw the bible, dear, your darling bible says it's okay to keep slaves and adulterers too.)
This app is absolutely disgusting, and I can't ever forgive Apple for allowing this kind of monstrosity to be available to the general public (even for a little while). I can't ever forgive the fools who made the app too. Exodus International, you are despicable humans. If you're going to use the bible as an excuse for hating on non-heteros, you'd better keep slaves and stone adulterers too. If not, shut the fuck up about 'curing homosexuality'.
Unwanted same-sex attraction, the fuck. Disgusting assumptions. Absolutely disgusting. "any sexual expression outside of a monogamous marriage between one man and one woman falls outside of God’s creative intent for human sexual expression and is sinful" WHAT THE HOLY FUCK. They don't mention love. I know because I searched their page.
Marriage (which may or may not include love) between one male and one female is good, and sex is permitted.
Pffft. Seriously. Narrow-minded.
So if a man marries a woman for sex, then divorces her as soon as he's sick of her, then marries another person... Maybe I'm going too far with this.
Anyway. their (exodus) student blogs are horrifyingly fake. I'm not sure if I'm just cynical, or if it's just really scripted, but... here.
It's just a pile of rambling words, seemingly sophisticated and logical, but really just incoherent. I couldn't understand a single paragraph. The subject is confusing. (Subject as in grammar; the thing that we're talking about). The "blog" posts don't touch on anything concrete - they don't tell you what happens if you reject femininity. It's just, oh, steel walls, cold military base... enough of the Evading Sensitive and Logical Things.
Maybe I'm missing the point, because I admit, I can't see it from their point of view at all. However, I'd also like to point out that, if I was a lesbian and a christian, I would never in a fucking million years be persuaded by their bullcrap.
Or maybe I just haven't met anyone who isn't as contrary as me, someone who is more naive and trusting, someone who might actually believe exodus' crap.
Whatever, exodus disgusts me to no end.
20 August 2011
@shazzenellalla
I'll put her twitter link here, because she hasn't made it private or anything. Which indicates consent - oh and if I'm wrong, tell me.
Anyway, she's certainly achieved her aim of being 'On your mind ;)' (note: my personal opinions) by being a homophobic person and being excessively and needlessly and inappropriately vulgar, and by having no grasp of grammar whatsoever, and also, also by showing everyone with her tweets that she has a limited mental capacity. Very limited.
I mean, look at my personal tweet 'conversation' with her, after @homophobes retweeted her tweet: If my son turned gay I will get a DNA test done..chances r da hospital gaved me the wrong baby.
Her horrible grammar and spelling aside...
I replied, Congratulations, you're a complete homophobe.
To which she said, FUCK OFF are u twitter police?
And so I rebutted, No, actually, I'm just an individual who sees fit to inform you about your narrow-mindedness.
And then she told me, u look lyk a Pokemon FUCK OFF plz!
I responded with, Down to insulting looks? But thanks, I happen to like Pokemons. You're still a homophobe, dear.
She ended it by blocking me, I think. Juvenile much. She received a lot of backlash for being a homophobe and also someone who seems to have grown up entirely without grammar or spelling. Proper grammar or spelling.
From this short conversation (actually, no, I looked at how she responded to the other tweets she received from LGBTQ supporters too) I realised that she...
She isn't very intelligent.
As far as I know, she hasn't made any statement regarding her offensive tweet about homosexuality. She has not defended her opinion nor has she addressed her feelings about homosexuality at all while replying to the replies she received for that tweet. For example, I seem to remember her telling everyone who responded to that tweet to fuck off, rape their pets, or that they look like a survivor of sexual assault... this is me correcting her grammar and spelling before presenting it to my readers.
As in, she can't follow a conversation. Look at my conversation with her. LOOK at it. I'm suspecting here that she has a mental illness of some sort. Inability to understand context? Watson's better than her, and he's a computer with only a few years' worth of lessons. (Watson, by the way, was developed by IBM and beat two Jeopardy experts)
She really has atrocious english.
Anyway, we can all see that she think it's appropriate to insult people whom she knows nothing about, and tell them to do several highly traumatizing things. No one is actually going to listen to her, because most likely they'll be too horrified by her butchering of the english language and the offensive things she says.
Let me note here: it's completely different from my tweets with 'fuck' in them. I mean it as something to stress my feelings. She uses it to insult and cause hurt to others. 'I'm fucking hungry' versus 'fuck off'. It's not even worth thinking about. Also, I don't tell people to rape their pets, unless it's an inside joke.
Oh... wait... she just tweeted again.
I don't know what the person was replying to, but...................
Anyway, she's certainly achieved her aim of being 'On your mind ;)' (note: my personal opinions) by being a homophobic person and being excessively and needlessly and inappropriately vulgar, and by having no grasp of grammar whatsoever, and also, also by showing everyone with her tweets that she has a limited mental capacity. Very limited.
I mean, look at my personal tweet 'conversation' with her, after @homophobes retweeted her tweet: If my son turned gay I will get a DNA test done..chances r da hospital gaved me the wrong baby.
Her horrible grammar and spelling aside...
I replied, Congratulations, you're a complete homophobe.
To which she said, FUCK OFF are u twitter police?
And so I rebutted, No, actually, I'm just an individual who sees fit to inform you about your narrow-mindedness.
And then she told me, u look lyk a Pokemon FUCK OFF plz!
I responded with, Down to insulting looks? But thanks, I happen to like Pokemons. You're still a homophobe, dear.
She ended it by blocking me, I think. Juvenile much. She received a lot of backlash for being a homophobe and also someone who seems to have grown up entirely without grammar or spelling. Proper grammar or spelling.
From this short conversation (actually, no, I looked at how she responded to the other tweets she received from LGBTQ supporters too) I realised that she...
She isn't very intelligent.
As far as I know, she hasn't made any statement regarding her offensive tweet about homosexuality. She has not defended her opinion nor has she addressed her feelings about homosexuality at all while replying to the replies she received for that tweet. For example, I seem to remember her telling everyone who responded to that tweet to fuck off, rape their pets, or that they look like a survivor of sexual assault... this is me correcting her grammar and spelling before presenting it to my readers.
As in, she can't follow a conversation. Look at my conversation with her. LOOK at it. I'm suspecting here that she has a mental illness of some sort. Inability to understand context? Watson's better than her, and he's a computer with only a few years' worth of lessons. (Watson, by the way, was developed by IBM and beat two Jeopardy experts)
She really has atrocious english.
Anyway, we can all see that she think it's appropriate to insult people whom she knows nothing about, and tell them to do several highly traumatizing things. No one is actually going to listen to her, because most likely they'll be too horrified by her butchering of the english language and the offensive things she says.
Let me note here: it's completely different from my tweets with 'fuck' in them. I mean it as something to stress my feelings. She uses it to insult and cause hurt to others. 'I'm fucking hungry' versus 'fuck off'. It's not even worth thinking about. Also, I don't tell people to rape their pets, unless it's an inside joke.
Oh... wait... she just tweeted again.
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I don't know what the person was replying to, but...................
18 August 2011
Song Lyrics for Music Project - The Sound of Music
We're to write an entire song for our music lessons, so Tamara and I wrote the lyrics in a little more than an hour today :) We're dumping the tune on the other three members of the group, ohoho. Though I'll probably go help too... I have a chronic inability to trust people lol. (Edit!! Ended up writing most of the melody too. How wonderful.)
Anyway: the lyrics.
Anyway: the lyrics.
Scene: Maria dances with Captain (something). Baroness Elsa Schraeder witnesses this and is jealous (insecure) etc.
Her Sweet Embrace
Jealousy is a powerful emotion
I never thought I’d succumb to it
Yet now, in front of you
I feel like my world’s falling apart
I can clearly see now
You love her so much that you don’t even know
But I understand how the heart works
And I understand you
I sense your hidden affection
Stronger for her than me
I think I shall have to-
Give you up
My darling
And when you hold me tight,
And tell me you love me
The scene overwhelms me,
The scene of you and her
It haunts me.
I fancy that I will soon have to let you go
Imagine my shock when I see you both smiling
Gazing into each other's eyes
But I mask my feelings,
Showing no sign of my emotions
To pretend is to be
I don’t tell you how much it hurts me
As I reach out to caress your face.
I love you, though you may love me not
I think I shall have to-
Give you up
My darling
And when you hold me tight,
And tell me you love me
The scene overwhelms me,
The scene of you and her
It haunts me.
I fancy that I will soon have to let you go
Back to her sweet embrace
Oh, and I'm searching around for awesome Choucho stuff again.
15 August 2011
My Apologies to My Poor, Overworked Chrome
To my darling google chrome:
I am sure that it is my negligence and consistent overworking that has caused you to crash on me several times, when I know that you are the best browser around. Here I will offer my apologies to you, for ignoring your unheard protests about my over-usage of your capacities. Please forgive me, and please don't crash on me again. My internet addiction cannot take it again.
That said, I have another issue to address: when are you crashing?
Scratch that, why are you crashing on me? I'm just a teen. I'm not running any high-capacity-whatever-illegal-thing from my computer, just tumblr and twitter and facebook and other normal social networking sites that I'm sure millions of people use you for every day.
Yet you crash on me.
Definitely, there are a lot of people who abuse you more than me, yet you choose not to crash on them. All I ask is that you allow me to use my tumblr and twitter and everything else - without crashing.
Because, if you crash on me too much, I'll get rid of you one day, regardless of how sparklingly awesome you are.
Good. Bye. Remember my warning.
I am sure that it is my negligence and consistent overworking that has caused you to crash on me several times, when I know that you are the best browser around. Here I will offer my apologies to you, for ignoring your unheard protests about my over-usage of your capacities. Please forgive me, and please don't crash on me again. My internet addiction cannot take it again.
That said, I have another issue to address: when are you crashing?
Scratch that, why are you crashing on me? I'm just a teen. I'm not running any high-capacity-whatever-illegal-thing from my computer, just tumblr and twitter and facebook and other normal social networking sites that I'm sure millions of people use you for every day.
Yet you crash on me.
Definitely, there are a lot of people who abuse you more than me, yet you choose not to crash on them. All I ask is that you allow me to use my tumblr and twitter and everything else - without crashing.
Because, if you crash on me too much, I'll get rid of you one day, regardless of how sparklingly awesome you are.
Good. Bye. Remember my warning.
14 August 2011
Gay Rights and Human Rights
I really think people should stop thinking of those two things as different things. I really think the LGBQT should stop advocating for gay rights; they should be supporting human rights.
I bet it'd be infinitely harder to say you don't support human rights.
Do you support gay rights?
LOL NO.
Why not?
CUZ IT BE WRONG.
Why is it wrong?
BIBLE SAYS SO/ CANNOT PROCREATE/ BLAH.
Listen to me while I attempt to correct your narrow-minded thinking...
LOL NO MY HOLY BIBLE TELLS ME HOMO-HOMO=WRONG WRONG, BYE.
Do you support human rights?
DUH YES. I AM HUMAN.
Are LGBQT-everything-anything humans?
Uhhh... yes, I guess. Wait, no, they're not cause they're gay, durrrr.
Why aren't they humans?
UM. UM UMMM.
So they are humans.
Yeeeaaaahhhh guess so...
So they should have the same rights as any other human, like marrying each other.
When you put it that waayyy... But no, they can't, they're gays.
Listen to me while I attempt to correct your narrow-minded thinking...
Humans get human rights. The LGBTQ community are obviously humans. Therefore they get human rights too. Like marriage. Durrrr. So much easier to explain.
Plus.
Look here.
By identifying themselves as something (someone, whatever) different, it's almost like screaming, hey dude, I'm different over here. Come and discriminate against me. However much people hate the LGBTQ peeps, they can't protests against human rights.
They can't.
Because they identify as 'humans' and thus will not say 'humans' can't get married.
But if they identify as 'humans', they'll find it a million times easier to say that 'gays' can't get married.
You have to combine LGBTQ and humans in their brains.
Now, if I were in charge of the LGBTQ campaigns... yes, keep dreaming, but it's amazing how people are still talking about gay rights like it's a separate thing from human rights. They should change their campaign message.
Like, for example, yo bitches what's up, I'm trans here and I'm a human, so therefore stop making me use the bathroom that's not meant for me. 'Cause, you know, I certainly don't make guys use the female toilet, so you shouldn't either.
/EDIT:/ I am not trans.-.- Example is example.
I bet it'd be infinitely harder to say you don't support human rights.
Do you support gay rights?
LOL NO.
Why not?
CUZ IT BE WRONG.
Why is it wrong?
BIBLE SAYS SO/ CANNOT PROCREATE/ BLAH.
Listen to me while I attempt to correct your narrow-minded thinking...
LOL NO MY HOLY BIBLE TELLS ME HOMO-HOMO=WRONG WRONG, BYE.
Do you support human rights?
DUH YES. I AM HUMAN.
Are LGBQT-everything-anything humans?
Uhhh... yes, I guess. Wait, no, they're not cause they're gay, durrrr.
Why aren't they humans?
UM. UM UMMM.
So they are humans.
Yeeeaaaahhhh guess so...
So they should have the same rights as any other human, like marrying each other.
When you put it that waayyy... But no, they can't, they're gays.
Listen to me while I attempt to correct your narrow-minded thinking...
Humans get human rights. The LGBTQ community are obviously humans. Therefore they get human rights too. Like marriage. Durrrr. So much easier to explain.
Plus.
Look here.
By identifying themselves as something (someone, whatever) different, it's almost like screaming, hey dude, I'm different over here. Come and discriminate against me. However much people hate the LGBTQ peeps, they can't protests against human rights.
They can't.
Because they identify as 'humans' and thus will not say 'humans' can't get married.
But if they identify as 'humans', they'll find it a million times easier to say that 'gays' can't get married.
You have to combine LGBTQ and humans in their brains.
Now, if I were in charge of the LGBTQ campaigns... yes, keep dreaming, but it's amazing how people are still talking about gay rights like it's a separate thing from human rights. They should change their campaign message.
Like, for example, yo bitches what's up, I'm trans here and I'm a human, so therefore stop making me use the bathroom that's not meant for me. 'Cause, you know, I certainly don't make guys use the female toilet, so you shouldn't either.
/EDIT:/ I am not trans.-.- Example is example.
12 August 2011
Hospitals
Ugh.
I went to the hospital again today, to get the results of my blood test from before. And the doctor told me I needed to do another test because my red blood cells looked abnormal.
Great.
Let's count.
Blood test one, blood test two, blood test three, now blood test four, and blood test five is scheduled for next month. If I wasn't anaemic before, I would be by now.
Four in a month.
I FUCKING HATE BLOOD TESTS SO MUCH. My blood should just remain in my veins, ugh, the thought of having a blood test makes me all ... want to go to the toilet, you know?
I want to put a tumblr reaction gif, but ... I'm just lazy, okay. And addicted to tumblr, and very much overwhelmed by the amount of blood tests I seem to need to take.
I went to the hospital again today, to get the results of my blood test from before. And the doctor told me I needed to do another test because my red blood cells looked abnormal.
Great.
Let's count.
Blood test one, blood test two, blood test three, now blood test four, and blood test five is scheduled for next month. If I wasn't anaemic before, I would be by now.
Four in a month.
I FUCKING HATE BLOOD TESTS SO MUCH. My blood should just remain in my veins, ugh, the thought of having a blood test makes me all ... want to go to the toilet, you know?
I want to put a tumblr reaction gif, but ... I'm just lazy, okay. And addicted to tumblr, and very much overwhelmed by the amount of blood tests I seem to need to take.
10 August 2011
Pavane for a Dead Girl
(When I saw the Takenomaru Sagami open collar shot, and the bruises, I honestly thought it was going to turn yaoi-ish. HICKEY, anyone?)
Can I just love this forever oh please.
http://myanimelist.net/manga.php?id=8735
Can't find any download links, very sadded T_T ugh I've only read the first volume.
Can I just love this forever oh please.
http://myanimelist.net/manga.php?id=8735
Can't find any download links, very sadded T_T ugh I've only read the first volume.
Sorta Freeverse Poem (Yet to be Titled)
*This is weird and I was dizzy and high when I wrote it. DISREGARD THIS.
I was really bored and extremely awake (no coffee) one night, so I pulled up a word doc and started typing. It was supposed to be a sad little song mourning the loss of the innocence of the past and the ... yeah, it was supposed to be sad but also naive in a way.
But then it became really disturbing and I swear, I don't know what the fuck I did. I didn't even want it that way. I just wanted a sad-song-thing but I ended up writing... taboo, I think.
I was really bored and extremely awake (no coffee) one night, so I pulled up a word doc and started typing. It was supposed to be a sad little song mourning the loss of the innocence of the past and the ... yeah, it was supposed to be sad but also naive in a way.
But then it became really disturbing and I swear, I don't know what the fuck I did. I didn't even want it that way. I just wanted a sad-song-thing but I ended up writing... taboo, I think.
*according to syllable count, because I would have ended up writing in prose form otherwise. Thus the 'sorta' freeverse thing.
You turned away, saying that you felt nothing
You looked away, pretending that it was nothing
You scorned my words, hurting inside
I wondered if maybe it was my fault
And if it was, then I had to change.
It was painful, watching you hide everything
Like salt water, poured slowly over a bleeding wound
Like numbness, almost, or pleasure
Later, I told myself to play along
Whatever you wanted, I would give.
Yet the time soon came when it became too much
Wanting to see you again, I followed you -
Without telling me anything
You've moved, to a sweet little house that was
So much better than before, I thought.
You weren’t home, I supposed I should have called
I patiently waited outside the door for you
I've a little surprise for you
What would your reaction be, hm, my dear?
I really hope you’ll like it a lot.
The sun behind you complements your figure
I see you’ve let your hair grow, it looks very fine
I admire it as you walk
I imagine it’ll be nice to touch it
And not to mention the rest of you.
Oh, I fancy you have missed me quite a bit
From your expression, I can tell that you’re surprised
Yes, just as I had expected
Your hand immediately flies to your mouth
You scream – have I startled you too much?
Far from unfeeling, unlike the previous times
I prefer this to the cold charade you put up
I marvel at the emotion
And I raise my arms to welcome you back
But then you start backing away, shocked.
Oops, I realized too late that you can see it
The lovely crimson, dripping from your mother’s head
Do you not like it, my angel?
I’ve decorated her with your favourite
A charming cherry red, was it not?
I stop feeling amused when you start shouting
Yelling hysterically, saying that I’m a monster
You collapse on the gravel path
Sobbing, begging, all incoherently
Please don’t come near me, please don’t hurt me.
I stroke your smooth cheek, smiling down at your face
You found me handsome once, called me "pretty boy"
Our age difference didn’t matter
I used to believe all your sweet nothings -
To be honest, I still do, my teacher.
Dropping your mother’s bleeding body, I grin
Tell me I’m worth it, tell me you care, my teacher
You’re the only one who’s ever
(You showed me love, teacher, don’t leave me now)
Ever told me anything like that.
You shriek that you regret ever saying that
You’re terrified of my hands and what they can do
I mean it in more ways than one
I know that you know all too well, darling
What my slim fingers are capable of.
I wipe your tears away, they are too ugly
You shudder at my touch and I know the truth now
We can’t live together, ever
Because simply put, honestly, I know
You hate me you hate me you hate me
I don’t want to do this, but I really must
Tilting up your chin, I brush your blonde hair away
You’re as attractive as ever
My hair falls into my eyes – a curtain
A curtain that you’ve always hated.
I need to be with you, nothing else matters
I understand now, the only path this can take
For the last time, I look at you
And then the gun jerks, impact and remorse
You turn ruby, colouring the ground.
Putting the gun to the front of my chest
Pressing the trigger gently, gently
We’ll die together, teacher.
*going to explain it now, because I just feel like pointing out some things.
There's neglected little boy and a young teacher. They start having a relationship (yes, sexual, 'what my slim fingers are capable of') but as the boy becomes more and more clingy, stalking her, the police becomes involved. The teacher moves away and the boy is forcibly kept away from her. ('Whatever you wanted, I would give' in this case it's space.)
One day the boy couldn't bear it anymore, being too enamoured with the teacher who showed him love when no one else did, and sneaks away to find her. He finds her house, and she isn't home. But her mother is. They had a skirmish and the boy kills her, remembering that the teacher's favourite colour is cherry red.
Then the teacher comes home. She sees her mother's body in the boy's hands and breaks down.
Eventually the boy kills her and then himself, the realization that she hates him for ruining her life too much to bear.
So yes, taboo. But hey, be proud of me, I actually wrote het. I originally meant for it to be malexmale but... oh, the insanity of the night. Not romance, per se, because for me to be able to write fluffy straight romance would take... would take... idk, but it'd take a lot to persuade me to write anything resembling that.
Teacherxstudent... okay okay, dark!taboo!poem!thing accomplished. (No beta-ing at all, six hundred twenty something words in half an hour or so.)
What the fuck have I done.
What the fuck have I done.
Homosexuality and the Bible
Let me just state, once again, my stand on everything and everything and everything.
To the christians:
The bible says homosexuality is a sin. The bible also says to love thy neighbour like yourself Mark 12:31 (let's interpret this as love everyone). The bible emphasizes on how God is merciful and everything, and he loves every freaking person even they've sinned (for example, how he died for us all).
Thus: love the homosexuals.
Seriously, if you want to use the bible, at least read it all. I'm not even christian. If a non-christian can use your bible better than you do, then you're not qualified to justify things using the bible.
(Well okay, my family is christian and I used to be christian. But I've never heard anyone in my entire church talk about homosexuality and how much of a sin it is. They just talk about LOVE EVERYONE, BITCHES.)
/EDIT:/ And if we all took the bible literally, we'd still be buying slaves. Really.
To the christians:
The bible says homosexuality is a sin. The bible also says to love thy neighbour like yourself Mark 12:31 (let's interpret this as love everyone). The bible emphasizes on how God is merciful and everything, and he loves every freaking person even they've sinned (for example, how he died for us all).
Thus: love the homosexuals.
Seriously, if you want to use the bible, at least read it all. I'm not even christian. If a non-christian can use your bible better than you do, then you're not qualified to justify things using the bible.
(Well okay, my family is christian and I used to be christian. But I've never heard anyone in my entire church talk about homosexuality and how much of a sin it is. They just talk about LOVE EVERYONE, BITCHES.)
/EDIT:/ And if we all took the bible literally, we'd still be buying slaves. Really.
DL LINK Miku and Luka - World's End Dancehall
Go to the video, download link is in the description.
This song is really depressing despite the tune and stuff. So, naturally, me being inspired by emo things like always, I'll now write a little drabble. (It seems to me that it would all be more depressing if you'd play the audio and read the drabble-thing. Somewhere around the one minute twenty-five second mark.)
Hop, step, jump with me into oblivion.
Shall we dance, my darling, one last time.
One little crash that goes unnoticed, let's leave tomorrow behind.
Spinning and tumbling down, it makes so much more sense like this.
It turns over and over before my eyes; I reach out for you.
Sayonara, let's melt into each other.
We'll just disappear, like so.
/EDIT:/ This song was so pretty that I wrote an alternate drabble thing in class today.
Hop, step, jump with me into oblivion
Falling into sin, I embrace you with shaking arms
The endless repetitions forgotten
Lost in the tilting world in front of my smiling face
A little crash that goes unheard
Let's leave it all behind in a spray of red blossoms.
Darling, jump with me into oblivion
Hold my hand, we'll disappear together
Just like so
/EDIT:/ /EDIT:/ I rearranged the thing. Now it's like, the two POVs of the two... uh... lovers. I think. I'll post it up sometime... when I'm not thirsty and hungry and tired and everything lololol.
LOL HERE'S THE EDITED VERSION EHEHEHE I'M HIGH.
Hop, step, jump with me into oblivion
Hop, step, jump with me into oblivion
A little crash that goes unnoticed
One little sound that goes unheard
Let's leave tomorrow behind
In a spray of red blossoms
Spinning and tumbling down
Falling into sin
I reach out for you
I embrace you with shaking arms
Turning over and over before my eyes
Lost in the tilting world
It makes so much more sense like this
In front of my smiling face
Shall we dance, my darling, one more time
Jump with me into oblivion
Sayonara, let's melt into each other
Hold my hand, we'll disappear together
We'll just disappear, like so
Just like so
The endless repetitions forgotten
9 August 2011
Anime and Character Rankings
/EDIT:/ I am aware that going on Sankaku Complex just makes me an unbearable pretentious asshole. Who looks at kiddie porn. Probably. But this is just a fangirl post about Code Geass, for myself.
http://www.sankakucomplex.com/2011/08/09/top-50-anime-of-the-21st-century-according-to-niconico/
14 is Code Geass, 23 is Hayate no Gotoku.
http://www.sankakucomplex.com/2011/05/20/top-10-anime-to-move-you-to-tears/
Code Geass is sixth.
http://www.sankakucomplex.com/2011/05/18/top-10-most-powerful-anime-deaths/
Second is Lelouch from Code Geass. Tenth is Euphemia from Code Geass.
http://www.sankakucomplex.com/2010/12/08/top-10-anime-characters-of-2010-newtype/
Anime, number four, Code Geass. Female, number eight, C.C.. Male, number two, Lelouch. Number seven, Edward Elric.
http://www.sankakucomplex.com/2011/06/30/top-25-anime-that-hooked-you-on-the-first-episode/
Second, Code Geass.
http://www.sankakucomplex.com/2011/05/28/top-10-anime-youd-recommend-to-non-anime-watchers/
Second, Code Geass.
http://www.sankakucomplex.com/2011/01/10/somethingest-anime-characters-of-2010/
Sexiest, fifth, Sebastian Michaelis. Most beautiful, second, Sebastian Michaelis. Most cool, fifth, Sebastian Michaelis. Strongest, fifth, Sebastian Michaelis. MVP, third, Sebastian Michaelis. Smartest, third, Sebastian Michaelis. Most self-centered, first, Alois Trancy, third, Ciel Phantomhive.
http://www.sankakucomplex.com/2009/07/11/newtype-male-character-poll-kyon-lelouch-shinji/
Second, Lelouch, fourth, Edward Elric, eighth, Roy Mustang.
http://www.sankakucomplex.com/2010/04/11/top-10-male-characters-of-may-newtype-hideyoshi/
Second, Lelouch, sixth, Edward Elric.
http://www.sankakucomplex.com/2009/06/17/top-ten-anime-husbands/
Third, Hitsugaya Toushiro. Eighth, Kurosaki Ichigo. Ninth, Sebastian Michaelis.
http://www.sankakucomplex.com/2009/06/17/top-ten-anime-wives/
Third, Aisaka Taiga, fourth, Kuchiki Rukia.
http://www.sankakucomplex.com/2011/05/28/top-10-anime-youd-recommend-to-non-anime-watchers/
Second is Code Geass, eighth is Gosick.
http://www.sankakucomplex.com/2011/05/10/top-50-godly-anime-of-2001-2010/
Fifth, Code Geass, twelfth, Fullmetal Alchemist, twenty-nine, Hayate no Gotoku, thirty-six, Bleach.
http://www.sankakucomplex.com/2011/04/26/top-10-tearjerker-anime/
Code Geass wasn't ranked, but it was mentioned to have placed high.
http://www.sankakucomplex.com/2011/04/23/top-10-anime-you-mustnt-miss-out-on/
Code Geass is thirteenth.
http://www.sankakucomplex.com/2011/03/19/top-10-most-tightly-bound-anime-siblings/
Edward and Alphonse, seventh.
........Yea, you need to know that I'm just putting this down to remind myself that Code Geass is so fucking awesome and everything, and that Sebastian is this mighty sex-god. Oh, you were reading this? Well okay you've just been reminded about that too. So, good. 'Cuz Code Geass is good. You know that right? Because I am crazy about Code Geass, about as crazy as a crazed otaku who was already crazy in the first place. Code Geass? I only hear the good things. Ha. Hahaha. So there.
/EDIT/: my dear anon commenter, I watch a ridiculous lot of anime. It's just that I'm ridiculously picky about art style, and ridiculously fond of Code Geass.
http://www.sankakucomplex.com/2011/08/09/top-50-anime-of-the-21st-century-according-to-niconico/
14 is Code Geass, 23 is Hayate no Gotoku.
http://www.sankakucomplex.com/2011/05/20/top-10-anime-to-move-you-to-tears/
Code Geass is sixth.
http://www.sankakucomplex.com/2011/05/18/top-10-most-powerful-anime-deaths/
Second is Lelouch from Code Geass. Tenth is Euphemia from Code Geass.
http://www.sankakucomplex.com/2010/12/08/top-10-anime-characters-of-2010-newtype/
Anime, number four, Code Geass. Female, number eight, C.C.. Male, number two, Lelouch. Number seven, Edward Elric.
http://www.sankakucomplex.com/2011/06/30/top-25-anime-that-hooked-you-on-the-first-episode/
Second, Code Geass.
http://www.sankakucomplex.com/2011/05/28/top-10-anime-youd-recommend-to-non-anime-watchers/
Second, Code Geass.
http://www.sankakucomplex.com/2011/01/10/somethingest-anime-characters-of-2010/
Sexiest, fifth, Sebastian Michaelis. Most beautiful, second, Sebastian Michaelis. Most cool, fifth, Sebastian Michaelis. Strongest, fifth, Sebastian Michaelis. MVP, third, Sebastian Michaelis. Smartest, third, Sebastian Michaelis. Most self-centered, first, Alois Trancy, third, Ciel Phantomhive.
http://www.sankakucomplex.com/2009/07/11/newtype-male-character-poll-kyon-lelouch-shinji/
Second, Lelouch, fourth, Edward Elric, eighth, Roy Mustang.
http://www.sankakucomplex.com/2010/04/11/top-10-male-characters-of-may-newtype-hideyoshi/
Second, Lelouch, sixth, Edward Elric.
http://www.sankakucomplex.com/2009/06/17/top-ten-anime-husbands/
Third, Hitsugaya Toushiro. Eighth, Kurosaki Ichigo. Ninth, Sebastian Michaelis.
http://www.sankakucomplex.com/2009/06/17/top-ten-anime-wives/
Third, Aisaka Taiga, fourth, Kuchiki Rukia.
http://www.sankakucomplex.com/2011/05/28/top-10-anime-youd-recommend-to-non-anime-watchers/
Second is Code Geass, eighth is Gosick.
http://www.sankakucomplex.com/2011/05/10/top-50-godly-anime-of-2001-2010/
Fifth, Code Geass, twelfth, Fullmetal Alchemist, twenty-nine, Hayate no Gotoku, thirty-six, Bleach.
http://www.sankakucomplex.com/2011/04/26/top-10-tearjerker-anime/
Code Geass wasn't ranked, but it was mentioned to have placed high.
http://www.sankakucomplex.com/2011/04/23/top-10-anime-you-mustnt-miss-out-on/
Code Geass is thirteenth.
http://www.sankakucomplex.com/2011/03/19/top-10-most-tightly-bound-anime-siblings/
Edward and Alphonse, seventh.
........Yea, you need to know that I'm just putting this down to remind myself that Code Geass is so fucking awesome and everything, and that Sebastian is this mighty sex-god. Oh, you were reading this? Well okay you've just been reminded about that too. So, good. 'Cuz Code Geass is good. You know that right? Because I am crazy about Code Geass, about as crazy as a crazed otaku who was already crazy in the first place. Code Geass? I only hear the good things. Ha. Hahaha. So there.
/EDIT/: my dear anon commenter, I watch a ridiculous lot of anime. It's just that I'm ridiculously picky about art style, and ridiculously fond of Code Geass.
Sungha Jung
In response to the search queries: no, I don't know if Sungha Jung is gay. No, there has been like no talk about his sexuality. No, apparently he does not have a girlfriend. If you want to write gay fanfiction about him, please write it. I think he played the guitar for G-Dragon's "That XX", so by all means ship them.
I started stalking him again.
Freaking hell, this world is full of amazing things. Or people. People.
Gaahhhhh he is so cuuuuute so adooooraaaaaable so omfg I want to squish him.
He plays the piano too what even-
HIS FINGERSSS. Look at his prettttyyyyy prettttyyyy long fingers that are so elegantly playing the piano oh my god air air air.
FINGERS FINGERS FINGERS please compare his fingers with your own right now and MARVEL AT HOW LONG AND SLIM AND FUCKING BEAUTIFUL THEY ARE. Such perfection.
But... but but but it's impossible. Is it me or did his fingers just get longer? And at the middle parts, notice him moving his head and having fun - adorable much, excuse me, nosebleeding.
BUT WHY? He plays the ukulele too, is this an overload of talents or an overload of talents? And oh please, smiling at the camera? He really wants to kill all his fangirls. And fanboys, because he has to have fanboys and fangirls and fanadults.
I am just too overwhelmed, okay. Just one last awesome video before I go off to play with some water - yes, so I'm a teen and I hate swimming.
I don't even know anything anymore, I'm just over here, dazzled by his face fingers looks skills everything ohgod ohgod.
...He's just one year older than me, ohmygod I am so embarrassed. He's over there with all his hard work and guitar and me... well no, nothing to show, actually.
So I lied about that being the last one. Whatever, more Sungha Jung is always good.
Oh hell, he's looking into the camera and everything. Like, I am too good, bitches. There's something indescribably alluring about an unshakable confidence and long slender fingers and amazing talent and ohgod I'm reading too much into this. (Let us assume here that I can write well, regardless of the truth - me insecure much - and say that these are the lines of thought of a typical writer. Either that, or those of an obsessed fangirl.)
B-b-b-b-b-but -
Aw fuck I love this guy. I like long slender (fucking beautiful) fingers on musical instruments okay. Especially if the music is beautiful too.
WHY. Why is he so awesomely awesome and ohfuck I can't even think properly, because his fingers and his nonchalant face (oh yes, I'm playing the guitar like a fucking pro because I am a pro, and this is not very very hard for me, like it is very very hard for you, because I have so much talent that it's amazing you haven't collapsed from the sheer amount of talent I have fuck yes I'm exaggerating, because I am a fangirl and I write, and I FUCKING LOVE HIM.)
Oh and the video right above - it was composed by him. WHAT EVEN. Crying tears (but seriously, what else do I cry?) it's so beeeeaaauuutiful I can just sit here and stare all day. In fact, I actually did that... more than once... and I'm going to learn Korean or he's gonna learn english and
What the fuck I need to shut myself up.
(People want to hear him sing. Me too. But if he doesn't, what the hell, I'm fine with it. I'm totally satisfied with his guitar piano ukulele whatnot. Asking for more would be greedy.)
/EDIT:/ I may be impressed for all the wrong reasons, because I am a ignorant little girl who happens to like long fingers and music. Stress ignorant.
My only experience with the guitar was a year-long course in primary six which I mostly hated because it made my fingers hurt.
My experience with the piano was... I took lessons for a few years, then quit, then started lessons again, then quit... and then again, I started lessons, then quit again, which is where I am now.
My experience with the ukulele... I wasn't really aware that there was such an instrument, actually. I knew that there was this mini-guitar-thingy but... yeah okay that just shows how pathetic my knowledge of instruments are.
I started stalking him again.
Freaking hell, this world is full of amazing things. Or people. People.
Gaahhhhh he is so cuuuuute so adooooraaaaaable so omfg I want to squish him.
He plays the piano too what even-
HIS FINGERSSS. Look at his prettttyyyyy prettttyyyy long fingers that are so elegantly playing the piano oh my god air air air.
FINGERS FINGERS FINGERS please compare his fingers with your own right now and MARVEL AT HOW LONG AND SLIM AND FUCKING BEAUTIFUL THEY ARE. Such perfection.
But... but but but it's impossible. Is it me or did his fingers just get longer? And at the middle parts, notice him moving his head and having fun - adorable much, excuse me, nosebleeding.
BUT WHY? He plays the ukulele too, is this an overload of talents or an overload of talents? And oh please, smiling at the camera? He really wants to kill all his fangirls. And fanboys, because he has to have fanboys and fangirls and fanadults.
I am just too overwhelmed, okay. Just one last awesome video before I go off to play with some water - yes, so I'm a teen and I hate swimming.
I don't even know anything anymore, I'm just over here, dazzled by his face fingers looks skills everything ohgod ohgod.
...He's just one year older than me, ohmygod I am so embarrassed. He's over there with all his hard work and guitar and me... well no, nothing to show, actually.
So I lied about that being the last one. Whatever, more Sungha Jung is always good.
Oh hell, he's looking into the camera and everything. Like, I am too good, bitches. There's something indescribably alluring about an unshakable confidence and long slender fingers and amazing talent and ohgod I'm reading too much into this. (Let us assume here that I can write well, regardless of the truth - me insecure much - and say that these are the lines of thought of a typical writer. Either that, or those of an obsessed fangirl.)
B-b-b-b-b-but -
Aw fuck I love this guy. I like long slender (fucking beautiful) fingers on musical instruments okay. Especially if the music is beautiful too.
WHY. Why is he so awesomely awesome and ohfuck I can't even think properly, because his fingers and his nonchalant face (oh yes, I'm playing the guitar like a fucking pro because I am a pro, and this is not very very hard for me, like it is very very hard for you, because I have so much talent that it's amazing you haven't collapsed from the sheer amount of talent I have fuck yes I'm exaggerating, because I am a fangirl and I write, and I FUCKING LOVE HIM.)
Oh and the video right above - it was composed by him. WHAT EVEN. Crying tears (but seriously, what else do I cry?) it's so beeeeaaauuutiful I can just sit here and stare all day. In fact, I actually did that... more than once... and I'm going to learn Korean or he's gonna learn english and
What the fuck I need to shut myself up.
(People want to hear him sing. Me too. But if he doesn't, what the hell, I'm fine with it. I'm totally satisfied with his guitar piano ukulele whatnot. Asking for more would be greedy.)
/EDIT:/ I may be impressed for all the wrong reasons, because I am a ignorant little girl who happens to like long fingers and music. Stress ignorant.
My only experience with the guitar was a year-long course in primary six which I mostly hated because it made my fingers hurt.
My experience with the piano was... I took lessons for a few years, then quit, then started lessons again, then quit... and then again, I started lessons, then quit again, which is where I am now.
My experience with the ukulele... I wasn't really aware that there was such an instrument, actually. I knew that there was this mini-guitar-thingy but... yeah okay that just shows how pathetic my knowledge of instruments are.
Greyson Chance - Waiting Outside The Lines
He's better than Rebecca Black. He is goddamn cute. Piano!!! Piano!!! Meaningful lyrics - plus plus plus.
>.< This is so adorable.
(Also, I've decided that pianos, violins, drum, and guitars are the sexiest instruments around.)
4 August 2011
My Teacher and My Friend and My CCA
You don't do that to my friend. Bitch.
At the beginning of the year you told her that a lot of people in the class don't like her.
Really? How long have you been with the class? The same length of time as her. Did you actually go around asking everyone - hey, dude, you like the new girl? No? Then why do you feel that you're sufficiently well-informed to say that to her?
And how COULD you say that to her? As a teacher, it's not your job to disclose such information. It's not your job to put students down. It's none of your business in the first place whether or not people like her.
And now you make her out to be a lonely, friendless little wild child who doesn't know how to follow the rules - hello. It's just bringing a drink up to class. So what if she's done it before and you've caught her - once. So what. Do you not understand that everyone's doing that? She was just unlucky to be caught.
You make it sound like she's the only person who's stupid enough to actually bring up a drink.
Also, you don't scold your students until they cry, for a simple matter of bringing up a drink. It's an indication that they're unwilling to follow the rules? But why should we follow such a unreasonable rule?
You don't scold your students until they're so angry that they start crying. You most certainly don't continue scolding them, increasing in volume, while they're still crying. And you should never bring up things that you said were 'settled', because doing that simply means that you're not organised enough to be sure of your points, and second, you've run out of legit things to scold her for.
You're so biased that it makes me sick.
Your little informant in the class - the female chairperson. Whom you seem to adore. Yet you blatantly ignore the male chairperson and assign the menial jobs to him, like going downstairs to fetch papers. Fact remains that the class trusts the male chairperson, who was the chairperson last year, instead of the female one, who only took the place this year.
You stereotype us all - I'm the blur one, not very clever and you don't really like me. My friend, who's lonely and without any friends. Your little spy, who hangs on to your every word and is rewarded by you fawning over her much like she does over you.
You don't trust us, your form class. When the class fund was stolen, you suspected us immediately (I'm not even talking about how you mysteriously found out about the matter even though no one told you - your dear spy) and you're always making jibes and subtly attacking our self-confidence - you don't even know what you're doing, you're not even conscious of pulling down the class morale, which shows exactly how much you understand - nothing.
You like the boys better than the girls - in another class, two boys and a girl volunteered, and you asked the class - "Should I choose Boy A or boy B?" - and you looked at the girl, never even mentioning her name.
You're married.
Stop hitting on the younger boys - though I doubt you know you're doing that, even.
Take some much-needed time to contemplate on your thoughtless actions and get to know yourself better. Really, you're not fit to be a teacher if you're not even self-aware. How do you understand your students when you don't even understand yourself? You're not qualified.
This is personal, and also completely impartial.
Verbally attacking my friend and making her cry - being biased and stereotyping everyone - putting students down - think.
Use your brain, for once.
I can't even get angry at you now - obviously, I should pity you instead, since you're stuck in your own little world and are unable to understand the people around you. Pity.
Yes, pity.
I pity you.
My CCA - no effort? Nothing's coordinated?
We put in so much effort, effort that goes unseen.
Then one sentence from the teacher - "I don't know anything about marching, but I can see that nothing's coordinated" - and you start screaming at us. Repeating the same pointless things again and again. Don't you know, we're so tired that we'd probably agree to anything just to go home? It's a tuesday. Homework. Tests. Everything.
Think about our life outside of your petty CCA for once. This CCA isn't going to get me into Harvard.
Also - teachers can be wrong, especially those who know nothing but think that their entitled to give their opinion and instantly have it worshiped. You seniors - your comments: "they're quite coordinated" disappear the moment the teacher opens her mouth. My level-mates: your confidence disappear the moment our seniors start talking.
They can be wrong. I'm sick of you putting yourself down. If you've put in effort, you have. If it's not good enough, then it's not good enough. "I'm scared I didn't put in effort." You poor, confused girl. Check up "effort" in the dictionary. It's not up to others to decide whether or not you've put in effort, it's yourself.
Lastly, I'd just like to tell everyone to think. Use your brains. The subtle sarcasm in the entire post? No? You haven't noticed it? The scorn? You must have noticed that at least.
No matter, some people never learn. It's just hopeless to even try. Logic? Bah, what logic?
I hate them. I hate people who can't see through the criticisms of others or their own misguided assumptions. I hate them so much. Scornful and sarcastic doesn't even begin to describe it. They're annoying. They're irritating. They're completely unbearable. I hate them.
(Personally I understand people quite well, I think. Which is why I'm able to ignore their feelings - you don't ignore things you don't know about.)
At the beginning of the year you told her that a lot of people in the class don't like her.
Really? How long have you been with the class? The same length of time as her. Did you actually go around asking everyone - hey, dude, you like the new girl? No? Then why do you feel that you're sufficiently well-informed to say that to her?
And how COULD you say that to her? As a teacher, it's not your job to disclose such information. It's not your job to put students down. It's none of your business in the first place whether or not people like her.
And now you make her out to be a lonely, friendless little wild child who doesn't know how to follow the rules - hello. It's just bringing a drink up to class. So what if she's done it before and you've caught her - once. So what. Do you not understand that everyone's doing that? She was just unlucky to be caught.
You make it sound like she's the only person who's stupid enough to actually bring up a drink.
Also, you don't scold your students until they cry, for a simple matter of bringing up a drink. It's an indication that they're unwilling to follow the rules? But why should we follow such a unreasonable rule?
You don't scold your students until they're so angry that they start crying. You most certainly don't continue scolding them, increasing in volume, while they're still crying. And you should never bring up things that you said were 'settled', because doing that simply means that you're not organised enough to be sure of your points, and second, you've run out of legit things to scold her for.
You're so biased that it makes me sick.
Your little informant in the class - the female chairperson. Whom you seem to adore. Yet you blatantly ignore the male chairperson and assign the menial jobs to him, like going downstairs to fetch papers. Fact remains that the class trusts the male chairperson, who was the chairperson last year, instead of the female one, who only took the place this year.
You stereotype us all - I'm the blur one, not very clever and you don't really like me. My friend, who's lonely and without any friends. Your little spy, who hangs on to your every word and is rewarded by you fawning over her much like she does over you.
You don't trust us, your form class. When the class fund was stolen, you suspected us immediately (I'm not even talking about how you mysteriously found out about the matter even though no one told you - your dear spy) and you're always making jibes and subtly attacking our self-confidence - you don't even know what you're doing, you're not even conscious of pulling down the class morale, which shows exactly how much you understand - nothing.
You like the boys better than the girls - in another class, two boys and a girl volunteered, and you asked the class - "Should I choose Boy A or boy B?" - and you looked at the girl, never even mentioning her name.
You're married.
Stop hitting on the younger boys - though I doubt you know you're doing that, even.
Take some much-needed time to contemplate on your thoughtless actions and get to know yourself better. Really, you're not fit to be a teacher if you're not even self-aware. How do you understand your students when you don't even understand yourself? You're not qualified.
This is personal, and also completely impartial.
Verbally attacking my friend and making her cry - being biased and stereotyping everyone - putting students down - think.
Use your brain, for once.
I can't even get angry at you now - obviously, I should pity you instead, since you're stuck in your own little world and are unable to understand the people around you. Pity.
Yes, pity.
I pity you.
My CCA - no effort? Nothing's coordinated?
We put in so much effort, effort that goes unseen.
Then one sentence from the teacher - "I don't know anything about marching, but I can see that nothing's coordinated" - and you start screaming at us. Repeating the same pointless things again and again. Don't you know, we're so tired that we'd probably agree to anything just to go home? It's a tuesday. Homework. Tests. Everything.
Think about our life outside of your petty CCA for once. This CCA isn't going to get me into Harvard.
Also - teachers can be wrong, especially those who know nothing but think that their entitled to give their opinion and instantly have it worshiped. You seniors - your comments: "they're quite coordinated" disappear the moment the teacher opens her mouth. My level-mates: your confidence disappear the moment our seniors start talking.
They can be wrong. I'm sick of you putting yourself down. If you've put in effort, you have. If it's not good enough, then it's not good enough. "I'm scared I didn't put in effort." You poor, confused girl. Check up "effort" in the dictionary. It's not up to others to decide whether or not you've put in effort, it's yourself.
Lastly, I'd just like to tell everyone to think. Use your brains. The subtle sarcasm in the entire post? No? You haven't noticed it? The scorn? You must have noticed that at least.
No matter, some people never learn. It's just hopeless to even try. Logic? Bah, what logic?
I hate them. I hate people who can't see through the criticisms of others or their own misguided assumptions. I hate them so much. Scornful and sarcastic doesn't even begin to describe it. They're annoying. They're irritating. They're completely unbearable. I hate them.
(Personally I understand people quite well, I think. Which is why I'm able to ignore their feelings - you don't ignore things you don't know about.)
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