So basically my dad gave the computer a complete makeover and now everything is fucking UN-INSTALLED.
I HAVE NO FUCKING ADOBE. HOW THE HELL. SERIOUSLY.
I HAVE NO FUCKING 'FAVOURITES'. IT WAS IN FUCKING GOOGLE CHROME. AND MY DAD DIDN'T FUCKING TELL ME EVERYTHING WAS GOING TO BE UN-INSTALLED.
WELL, JUST FUCK.
FUCK.
FUCK.
I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHERE I AM WITH ALL MY ANIME. AS I'VE SAID, MY FUCKING FAVOURITES WERE DELETED. SO TO HELL WITH IT ALL.
FUCK.
FUCK.
WHAT THE HELL. HELL. HELL. HELL.
I CANNOT STAND THIS.
IS PISSING ME OFF BIG TIME.
ALL MY STUFF.
JUST...
Fuckkkk. I have no words. But I won't be here for a bit. I need to fucking restore my fucking pages. I don't give a fuck if it sounds wrong. Who the hell cares. Damn everything.
30 May 2010
27 May 2010
Because of Jacelyn
I shall blog.
No. I will not.
Yes I will.
OK nevermind, I shall type things.
Today I felt random and super-lazy. Also very high on some mysterious substance - heyy... don't tell me that was...
SUGAR.
Oh shit no.
This is for you, Jacelyn. Happy reading.
/EDIT/: Oh, and Jacelyn says that, quote and unquote, "NOOOOO THAT WAS A SHITTY POST. D:
Go rant and curse and tell your life story :D"
No. I will not.
Yes I will.
OK nevermind, I shall type things.
Today I felt random and super-lazy. Also very high on some mysterious substance - heyy... don't tell me that was...
SUGAR.
Oh shit no.
This is for you, Jacelyn. Happy reading.
/EDIT/: Oh, and Jacelyn says that, quote and unquote, "NOOOOO THAT WAS A SHITTY POST. D:
Go rant and curse and tell your life story :D"
Facebook did this.
26 May 2010
Code Geass Amv Alt
I so love this. This is the awesome-est of the awesome, and I am seriously not kidding.
22 May 2010
Fuck All
So, I finally figured out my problem. It's an attitude one, of course. And psychological, because everything is.
Anyway, I realized that I tend to go for things that I can control, like the internet! Gosh, how insightful. But anyway, I'm here because I control everything on this tiny screen. Tiny keyboard (in comparison). Tiny mouse.
Because, I can't control lots of things. (E.g. my mother, my father, and my brother. Also my teachers and classmates. Since they're just about everyone I interact with) So I settle for the internet, subconsciously. Nice choice, Helen, the internet is such a healthy alternative to running about with your friends.
I'll sidetrack a bit. I have many friends. It is a fact. People like me (cuz I don't give a shit about them so I don't criticize them until I really can't stand it anymore). But, seriously, I canNOT stand those amateur actresses with various complexes. God. If they want to act like a whore or something for sympathy, please, do a good job.
Or I'll puke.
I have also realized that I tend to go for things that I CAN'T control - such as, um, music, for one. It's recorded, millions are listening to it, and there's not one shit I can do about it. I am SO addicted. I have five hundred plus songs as of today, and I only started the beginning of last year.
Anime too. It's there, and all I have to do is to sit back and let it all wash over me. Nice and relaxing, nothing to do because there's nothing I CAN do.
Paradoxical, huh?
Yeah, I know. I'm like that. In fact, I think maybe I should start a petition to have my picture next to the word in the dictionary.
But nevermind.
AND: *drumroll* The Reason Why I Don't Make An Effort.
Because, as I've said, I don't give a shit. I don't give a fucking damn. I don't care where my life goes, and that's fucking terrifying. Someone could kill me, and I'd know, and I'd not care. It's less effort than jumping off a building. (I can't find a good spot)
And most of the time I have next to zero emotion. I'm bored all the time, I have nothing to feel. It's way worse than not having anything to do.
So I write. I fill up the page with words and hope that the emptiness inside me will be filled too. Well, that didn't work too well, did it?
I'd like nothing better than to shut myself up in my room, play some melancholy music, watch some dramatic and intense anime (anime because the art and colours are nice), read a few scary and sad books, and curl up. (And die)
Yeah. I have no motivation. The world would hardly stop turning if I died.
Huh, I noticed that this post is rapidly becoming more emo by the second. Well, of course it is, I'm feeling damn sarcastic and (damn) do I feel like lashing out (at nobody in particular).
I also found out that I have a tendency to talk to myself, even when I post things. It's not that obvious, but it's scarily close to becoming a typed-out conversation. Great. On top of everything, I can't even keep my own stupid voices in my own stupid head.
Okay.
Just as I predicted, as soon as my mom worked out that I'd failed my chinese, she... better not talk about it, it pisses me off whenever I think about it. Needless to say, without even looking at my other results, she quickly decided that I needed fucking help.
From fucking her.
As if I haven't already had enough of the bitch.
I roll my eyes at her (privately, of course, so that she doesn't see and get something else to rant about - she talks waaay too much already, I will DIE if I hear anything more).
Huuuh.
Hiaz, why can't my life just be nice and easy-going, with parents that mirror my attitude of not giving a shit, but except not caring about life, they'd not care about me. It'd be nice to have parents who were just money-making machines. I'd be starved of interaction and love, but I think I'd live.
Basically, I want people to butt the hell outta my life. MY life. MINE.
NO FUCKING BUSINESS OF YOURS WHAT I DO WITH MY MISERABLE EXISTENCE.
So this is the result of me being motivation-deprived. A cranky and emotional girl with too many words.
(I've always wondered why the words always come when I'm all worked up and in no fit state to pen them down).
Damn, I'm messed up.
Damn, you're right, Helen.
Anyway, I realized that I tend to go for things that I can control, like the internet! Gosh, how insightful. But anyway, I'm here because I control everything on this tiny screen. Tiny keyboard (in comparison). Tiny mouse.
Because, I can't control lots of things. (E.g. my mother, my father, and my brother. Also my teachers and classmates. Since they're just about everyone I interact with) So I settle for the internet, subconsciously. Nice choice, Helen, the internet is such a healthy alternative to running about with your friends.
I'll sidetrack a bit. I have many friends. It is a fact. People like me (cuz I don't give a shit about them so I don't criticize them until I really can't stand it anymore). But, seriously, I canNOT stand those amateur actresses with various complexes. God. If they want to act like a whore or something for sympathy, please, do a good job.
Or I'll puke.
I have also realized that I tend to go for things that I CAN'T control - such as, um, music, for one. It's recorded, millions are listening to it, and there's not one shit I can do about it. I am SO addicted. I have five hundred plus songs as of today, and I only started the beginning of last year.
Anime too. It's there, and all I have to do is to sit back and let it all wash over me. Nice and relaxing, nothing to do because there's nothing I CAN do.
Paradoxical, huh?
Yeah, I know. I'm like that. In fact, I think maybe I should start a petition to have my picture next to the word in the dictionary.
But nevermind.
AND: *drumroll* The Reason Why I Don't Make An Effort.
Because, as I've said, I don't give a shit. I don't give a fucking damn. I don't care where my life goes, and that's fucking terrifying. Someone could kill me, and I'd know, and I'd not care. It's less effort than jumping off a building. (I can't find a good spot)
And most of the time I have next to zero emotion. I'm bored all the time, I have nothing to feel. It's way worse than not having anything to do.
So I write. I fill up the page with words and hope that the emptiness inside me will be filled too. Well, that didn't work too well, did it?
I'd like nothing better than to shut myself up in my room, play some melancholy music, watch some dramatic and intense anime (anime because the art and colours are nice), read a few scary and sad books, and curl up. (And die)
Yeah. I have no motivation. The world would hardly stop turning if I died.
Huh, I noticed that this post is rapidly becoming more emo by the second. Well, of course it is, I'm feeling damn sarcastic and (damn) do I feel like lashing out (at nobody in particular).
I also found out that I have a tendency to talk to myself, even when I post things. It's not that obvious, but it's scarily close to becoming a typed-out conversation. Great. On top of everything, I can't even keep my own stupid voices in my own stupid head.
Okay.
Just as I predicted, as soon as my mom worked out that I'd failed my chinese, she... better not talk about it, it pisses me off whenever I think about it. Needless to say, without even looking at my other results, she quickly decided that I needed fucking help.
From fucking her.
As if I haven't already had enough of the bitch.
I roll my eyes at her (privately, of course, so that she doesn't see and get something else to rant about - she talks waaay too much already, I will DIE if I hear anything more).
Huuuh.
Hiaz, why can't my life just be nice and easy-going, with parents that mirror my attitude of not giving a shit, but except not caring about life, they'd not care about me. It'd be nice to have parents who were just money-making machines. I'd be starved of interaction and love, but I think I'd live.
Basically, I want people to butt the hell outta my life. MY life. MINE.
NO FUCKING BUSINESS OF YOURS WHAT I DO WITH MY MISERABLE EXISTENCE.
So this is the result of me being motivation-deprived. A cranky and emotional girl with too many words.
(I've always wondered why the words always come when I'm all worked up and in no fit state to pen them down).
Damn, I'm messed up.
Damn, you're right, Helen.
All My Shit is Worth Nothing
Yeah, duh. But why can't people just shut the fuck up? No, seriously. Adults go on and on about how they went wrong, in the tone of 'yeah, I'm wrong for having such a horrible daughter'.
They'd rather have their skin plucked out bit by bit than admit they're wrong. FUCK THEM.
And they don't stop there. They say things in that tone for HOURS, it seems. FUCK THEM. Get the DAMN hint and shut up. Can't you tell by the way I'm shooting countless Death Glares at you and your idiot face? Apparently not. I need to up the wattage.
I want to say to them 'duh, it's your horrible parenting and teaching skills that caused me to be like this - don't fucking blame me or anything, of course I'm the bad one'. Unfortunately that would earn me maybe demerit points and more shit out of their mouths.
For the greater good I kept silent.
(My Chinese teacher is a bias bitch. Ask anyone.)
There are some hardcore people in this school. Forging dunno-how-many signatures then admitting it without tears or anything... wow. No shame. And here I was, thinking that this school was 'clean'. Maybe it's just my class.
I have no life. Man, I have no life.
(My drawing skills got a bit betta!)
Oh, and I realized that my life has no point. I don't even care about my grades anymore - too much effort. Al I want to do is to sit back and let everything wash over me, but that ain't gonna happen.
Anyways, time for my exam results.
FAIL: Chinese. Not gonna talk about it because it's too damn depressing.
BORDERLINE PASS: Geography. 20.5 / 40
NOT UP TO EXPECTATIONS: Science. 44 /70
A1: Maths (63 / 80) English compre and compo respectively (17 / 20 and 25 / 30) History (28 / 35) The teacher miscounted my mark as 24 but I noticed and got her to change it back ^^
A1 is 75% and above. It's ridiculously easy to get and I'm disappointed that I didn't manage more of them. And I actually failed something. Secondary school messed me up. I've never had more than one B before, and certainly no failures, beside the piano exam fiasco.
THE FIASCO: I didn't like the teacher, didn't practice, and had a bad case of nerves that morning.
Looking back at my marks, I noticed that I've always favoured Maths and English, and hated Chinese. No wonder.
Oh, and speaking of tests, I just got my latest German test back. I got 33 / 40 which was pretty good (an A1) because I didn't study - again. Ya, but I'm gonna study more from now on.
I have promised people updates.
I haven't typed them up.
They're gonna be pissed.
Screw them.
Whoever they are.
Okay, I'm not serious about that. No shit. OKAY PEOPLE, THE NEXT PART WILL BE YAOI SO STAY AWAY IF YOU DUN LIKE.
STAY AWAY.
I'VE TOLD YOU, IT'S YAOI.
YAOI MEANS BOY ON BOY.
SO GO AWAY IF YOU DON'T LIKE.
DON'T GIVE ME GRIEF IF YOU READ IT AND DIDN'T LIKE BECAUSE I'VE WARNED YOU WAY MORE THAN ENOUGH.
GOT IT?
Oksies. This came into my head during music lesson, when the teacher went on and on about how many many things makes sound, and I thought of bodies - I mean, you can sing and clap, ya? So my mind went and came up with a Bleach yaoi prompt.
Yummies.
"The sounds that some out of Toushiro's mouth when Aizen touches him are the most delightful sounds on earth. (At least to Aizen)."
Kinky.
THE rest will be on FANFICTION.NET.
I warn you, that site is not good for homophobic people, considering the amount of yuri and yaoi there. People are more open online, what can I say.
/EDIT/: Please ignore, the fic has not been written, because procrastination.
They'd rather have their skin plucked out bit by bit than admit they're wrong. FUCK THEM.
And they don't stop there. They say things in that tone for HOURS, it seems. FUCK THEM. Get the DAMN hint and shut up. Can't you tell by the way I'm shooting countless Death Glares at you and your idiot face? Apparently not. I need to up the wattage.
I want to say to them 'duh, it's your horrible parenting and teaching skills that caused me to be like this - don't fucking blame me or anything, of course I'm the bad one'. Unfortunately that would earn me maybe demerit points and more shit out of their mouths.
For the greater good I kept silent.
(My Chinese teacher is a bias bitch. Ask anyone.)
There are some hardcore people in this school. Forging dunno-how-many signatures then admitting it without tears or anything... wow. No shame. And here I was, thinking that this school was 'clean'. Maybe it's just my class.
I have no life. Man, I have no life.
(My drawing skills got a bit betta!)
Oh, and I realized that my life has no point. I don't even care about my grades anymore - too much effort. Al I want to do is to sit back and let everything wash over me, but that ain't gonna happen.
Anyways, time for my exam results.
FAIL: Chinese. Not gonna talk about it because it's too damn depressing.
BORDERLINE PASS: Geography. 20.5 / 40
NOT UP TO EXPECTATIONS: Science. 44 /70
A1: Maths (63 / 80) English compre and compo respectively (17 / 20 and 25 / 30) History (28 / 35) The teacher miscounted my mark as 24 but I noticed and got her to change it back ^^
A1 is 75% and above. It's ridiculously easy to get and I'm disappointed that I didn't manage more of them. And I actually failed something. Secondary school messed me up. I've never had more than one B before, and certainly no failures, beside the piano exam fiasco.
THE FIASCO: I didn't like the teacher, didn't practice, and had a bad case of nerves that morning.
Looking back at my marks, I noticed that I've always favoured Maths and English, and hated Chinese. No wonder.
Oh, and speaking of tests, I just got my latest German test back. I got 33 / 40 which was pretty good (an A1) because I didn't study - again. Ya, but I'm gonna study more from now on.
I have promised people updates.
I haven't typed them up.
They're gonna be pissed.
Screw them.
Whoever they are.
Okay, I'm not serious about that. No shit. OKAY PEOPLE, THE NEXT PART WILL BE YAOI SO STAY AWAY IF YOU DUN LIKE.
STAY AWAY.
I'VE TOLD YOU, IT'S YAOI.
YAOI MEANS BOY ON BOY.
SO GO AWAY IF YOU DON'T LIKE.
DON'T GIVE ME GRIEF IF YOU READ IT AND DIDN'T LIKE BECAUSE I'VE WARNED YOU WAY MORE THAN ENOUGH.
GOT IT?
Oksies. This came into my head during music lesson, when the teacher went on and on about how many many things makes sound, and I thought of bodies - I mean, you can sing and clap, ya? So my mind went and came up with a Bleach yaoi prompt.
Yummies.
"The sounds that some out of Toushiro's mouth when Aizen touches him are the most delightful sounds on earth. (At least to Aizen)."
Kinky.
THE rest will be on FANFICTION.NET.
I warn you, that site is not good for homophobic people, considering the amount of yuri and yaoi there. People are more open online, what can I say.
/EDIT/: Please ignore, the fic has not been written, because procrastination.
8 May 2010
Principals, Yaoi, and Slacking (A Very Long Post)
First: principals. Specifically mine.
I think he should just fuck off and die. God knows the world would be a better place. I also think that I'm not the only one with that notion. Well, kinda obvious.
Maybe I'm thinking too deep, or whatev, but it seems that whenever he gives a speech, I can pick out loads and loads of unpleasant innuendos in it. Which, by the by, pisses me off WAAAY. I'm not sure if he meant them or is just too stupid to notice (the latter is implied).
If you bother to listen, you can pick them out, but hey. I doubt anyone listens. His monotonous voice is soporific (and I ripped that off somewhere or something).
On the morning of the sixth of May 2010 he gave a speech again.
(God, kill me, please, just let me die before my ears pack up and run off...)
I'm not sure his 'audience' actually got the message. Because I sure as fuck didn't. The yawning and rolling of eyes also implies (very clearly, may I add) that he is sooo well-loved, sooo popular that people are sooo willing to listen to then minutes of pure crap.
Yeah, so we were there waiting, then he ran up to the stage of sorts, and said, "Colleagues, you may stand at ease. But not the students." THE FUCK, THAT BIAS PILE OF SHIT. That was what I thought, but of course I didn't put it on my face.(Cuz it would equal to suicide)
He's implying that he values the teachers much-o but the students so-not (and he does, so there's not need to point it out anymore). Also he's implying that teachers and students are two separate groups (and they are, but guess who keeps going on and on about 'unity as a school'?) Also, also, that teachers are not at fault while the students are.
FUCK. THAT IS SOOO SHIT.
Only a very very very small MINORITY of the students are at fault. AND THAT SHITTY MAN MADE US ALL STAND THERE FOR FUCK KNOWS HOW LONG.
Stuff him! I am picturing the end of his lame little life at my hands (and it's not pleasant!).
Then he spoke about aeroplanes, and while I get that a lot of them fly over our school, I do not see any connection whatsoever to his topic (which I haven't mange to figure out). Along his merry way he also implied lots of other nasty things, yay for him and his oblivious brain! I think he should be declared brain-dead! *Smiles at that image*
The above para was said in a sing-song manner which makes it obvious that I am so, so, dying to have a go at his neck. (And various body parts, but let's not go there, it's not suitable for people my age to talk about)
So then, piss off principal, I think silently, but he doesn't.
Ah, then he wastes ten minutes of our precious time (and guess who keeps going on about 'precious time'?)
So anyway I wrote that in my notepad, while having the Geography exam, which I screwed up because I didn't study (but then again I don't study ANYTHING and my grades are perfectly fine) so I doubt I'll fail, at least.
But I hearts the essay-types cuz I just need to scribble things down and well, Helen, here's the mark! But then, the rest I screwed. I saw some questions and my mind went completely blank. Ha.
I hope I pass. I really do.
... Should have studied. But then yet again, I doubt it'll make a difference even if I did.
Blah, doesn't life simply rock?
I realise that I like being sarcastic.
And I love UVERworld. *MWAKS* Hearts them. Hearts Takuya and his SO SO SO AWESHUME VOICE!!! Hearts J-pop a lot.
And I side-track again.
Now onto YAOI ^^
Homestly, I don't understand why people don't support or like bxb which is boy-on-boy or even homosexuality. I mean, personally...
It's hot. I support it. It is hot! Two boys rolling around - hey, that image can cause many many virtual nosebleeds! The first time I stumbled across yaoi (no idea when, or how, but it was December last year maybe) I already liked it. Heck, I loved it.
Then again, I am quite open-minded, even for this generation. Before I ever saw the term 'yaoi' I was already telling people 'I support homos'. It's LOVE, people. Spread the LOVE LOVE LOVE. Obviously when I saw 'yaoi' I became fucking obsessed.
~Shounen-ai is cute and fluffy, yaoi is hawt hardcore sex~
Ok, lol.
Maybe I am just one of those people who are okay with almost anything. Yeah, I think so. I haven't complained about things that don't influence me directly for about ever, which, condensed, means that I don't give a fucking damn. I don't give a monkey's red butt.
Heck, I don't even care about my ever-so-important grades. Getting good grades give me a rush, feeling of euphoria that I can look at the rest and think 'ooo I'm cleverer' but I don't do things to achieve that. I live, and if I get good grades, it's just a bonus.
Side-tracked!
Anyways, I also don't get why, whenever I tell people that yaoi is awesome and hawt, they immediately assume - oh, you're a homo?
THE FUCK NO, THE FUCK FUCK FUCK NO NO NO!!!
GOD! The very fact like I like YAOI, take note, y-a-o-i, means that I am heterosexual or at the very least bisexual (and I am very inclined to think that it's the former).
BECAUSE, people, yaoi is fucking EYE-CANDY.
Who doesn't like hawt boys?
Yaoi is hot. Full stop. (And yuri is ignored, since I am a girl and not too keen about looking at girls screwing other girls. But it is okaaay because it's okaaay. Why shouldn't you have a choice in who you love or screw or marry?)
Lack of yaoi has made me grumpy.
And look, even if those gay people are absolutely hideous, it's love. It's their own damned choice. So who the hell are you to interfere and say, "EW, SICK!!!"
And now we have finally come to 'Slackers'.
Hm. I'm a slacker! I don't listen in class, I don't do homework, and I believe I've mentioned before, I don't study.
But the problem is, I get bored. Bored of listening, then bored of not listening and then I'll look for people to talk to... then I see that everyone else is listening and I'm the only one over there slacking.
*Cries*
School is fucking boring! Screw it!
I can use the time I spend in school doing so much other stuff - like learning interesting things like drawing! computer tech! writing! networking! - and guess what, peeps? My grades will be fine, fine, fine!!! Goddammit.
Writing in school (or drawing, for that matter) is hopeless because without the air-con and the nice music, my muse refuses to co-operate. It gets pissed instead.
I miss Aileen... while sometimes irritating, this girl never fails to keep me interested (since, you know, she tries to copy me and therefore will be willing to talk and like whatever I talk about or like).
I miss Jacelyn. Waaah, my partner in reading and anime... waaah, my partner in crime and supporter of homosexuality... waaah... should've studied so that I could get into the same school as her.
Also, also, I miss 6A a lot lot lot. The perverted, the vulgar, and the professional slackers. The class of corruption. THE ABSOLUTELY FUN-NESS. THE EPIC-NESS.
*Sigh*
See? I'm bored.
I think he should just fuck off and die. God knows the world would be a better place. I also think that I'm not the only one with that notion. Well, kinda obvious.
Maybe I'm thinking too deep, or whatev, but it seems that whenever he gives a speech, I can pick out loads and loads of unpleasant innuendos in it. Which, by the by, pisses me off WAAAY. I'm not sure if he meant them or is just too stupid to notice (the latter is implied).
If you bother to listen, you can pick them out, but hey. I doubt anyone listens. His monotonous voice is soporific (and I ripped that off somewhere or something).
On the morning of the sixth of May 2010 he gave a speech again.
(God, kill me, please, just let me die before my ears pack up and run off...)
I'm not sure his 'audience' actually got the message. Because I sure as fuck didn't. The yawning and rolling of eyes also implies (very clearly, may I add) that he is sooo well-loved, sooo popular that people are sooo willing to listen to then minutes of pure crap.
Yeah, so we were there waiting, then he ran up to the stage of sorts, and said, "Colleagues, you may stand at ease. But not the students." THE FUCK, THAT BIAS PILE OF SHIT. That was what I thought, but of course I didn't put it on my face.(Cuz it would equal to suicide)
He's implying that he values the teachers much-o but the students so-not (and he does, so there's not need to point it out anymore). Also he's implying that teachers and students are two separate groups (and they are, but guess who keeps going on and on about 'unity as a school'?) Also, also, that teachers are not at fault while the students are.
FUCK. THAT IS SOOO SHIT.
Only a very very very small MINORITY of the students are at fault. AND THAT SHITTY MAN MADE US ALL STAND THERE FOR FUCK KNOWS HOW LONG.
Stuff him! I am picturing the end of his lame little life at my hands (and it's not pleasant!).
Then he spoke about aeroplanes, and while I get that a lot of them fly over our school, I do not see any connection whatsoever to his topic (which I haven't mange to figure out). Along his merry way he also implied lots of other nasty things, yay for him and his oblivious brain! I think he should be declared brain-dead! *Smiles at that image*
The above para was said in a sing-song manner which makes it obvious that I am so, so, dying to have a go at his neck. (And various body parts, but let's not go there, it's not suitable for people my age to talk about)
So then, piss off principal, I think silently, but he doesn't.
Ah, then he wastes ten minutes of our precious time (and guess who keeps going on about 'precious time'?)
So anyway I wrote that in my notepad, while having the Geography exam, which I screwed up because I didn't study (but then again I don't study ANYTHING and my grades are perfectly fine) so I doubt I'll fail, at least.
But I hearts the essay-types cuz I just need to scribble things down and well, Helen, here's the mark! But then, the rest I screwed. I saw some questions and my mind went completely blank. Ha.
I hope I pass. I really do.
... Should have studied. But then yet again, I doubt it'll make a difference even if I did.
Blah, doesn't life simply rock?
I realise that I like being sarcastic.
And I love UVERworld. *MWAKS* Hearts them. Hearts Takuya and his SO SO SO AWESHUME VOICE!!! Hearts J-pop a lot.
And I side-track again.
Now onto YAOI ^^
Homestly, I don't understand why people don't support or like bxb which is boy-on-boy or even homosexuality. I mean, personally...
It's hot. I support it. It is hot! Two boys rolling around - hey, that image can cause many many virtual nosebleeds! The first time I stumbled across yaoi (no idea when, or how, but it was December last year maybe) I already liked it. Heck, I loved it.
Then again, I am quite open-minded, even for this generation. Before I ever saw the term 'yaoi' I was already telling people 'I support homos'. It's LOVE, people. Spread the LOVE LOVE LOVE. Obviously when I saw 'yaoi' I became fucking obsessed.
~Shounen-ai is cute and fluffy, yaoi is hawt hardcore sex~
Ok, lol.
Maybe I am just one of those people who are okay with almost anything. Yeah, I think so. I haven't complained about things that don't influence me directly for about ever, which, condensed, means that I don't give a fucking damn. I don't give a monkey's red butt.
Heck, I don't even care about my ever-so-important grades. Getting good grades give me a rush, feeling of euphoria that I can look at the rest and think 'ooo I'm cleverer' but I don't do things to achieve that. I live, and if I get good grades, it's just a bonus.
Side-tracked!
Anyways, I also don't get why, whenever I tell people that yaoi is awesome and hawt, they immediately assume - oh, you're a homo?
THE FUCK NO, THE FUCK FUCK FUCK NO NO NO!!!
GOD! The very fact like I like YAOI, take note, y-a-o-i, means that I am heterosexual or at the very least bisexual (and I am very inclined to think that it's the former).
BECAUSE, people, yaoi is fucking EYE-CANDY.
Who doesn't like hawt boys?
Yaoi is hot. Full stop. (And yuri is ignored, since I am a girl and not too keen about looking at girls screwing other girls. But it is okaaay because it's okaaay. Why shouldn't you have a choice in who you love or screw or marry?)
Lack of yaoi has made me grumpy.
And look, even if those gay people are absolutely hideous, it's love. It's their own damned choice. So who the hell are you to interfere and say, "EW, SICK!!!"
And now we have finally come to 'Slackers'.
Hm. I'm a slacker! I don't listen in class, I don't do homework, and I believe I've mentioned before, I don't study.
But the problem is, I get bored. Bored of listening, then bored of not listening and then I'll look for people to talk to... then I see that everyone else is listening and I'm the only one over there slacking.
*Cries*
School is fucking boring! Screw it!
I can use the time I spend in school doing so much other stuff - like learning interesting things like drawing! computer tech! writing! networking! - and guess what, peeps? My grades will be fine, fine, fine!!! Goddammit.
Writing in school (or drawing, for that matter) is hopeless because without the air-con and the nice music, my muse refuses to co-operate. It gets pissed instead.
I miss Aileen... while sometimes irritating, this girl never fails to keep me interested (since, you know, she tries to copy me and therefore will be willing to talk and like whatever I talk about or like).
I miss Jacelyn. Waaah, my partner in reading and anime... waaah, my partner in crime and supporter of homosexuality... waaah... should've studied so that I could get into the same school as her.
Also, also, I miss 6A a lot lot lot. The perverted, the vulgar, and the professional slackers. The class of corruption. THE ABSOLUTELY FUN-NESS. THE EPIC-NESS.
*Sigh*
See? I'm bored.
2 May 2010
Screw the Perceptive People
My mother can pick out whether you're really sick or not.
Well, let me leave it at that. I don't want to talk about it, it still pisses me off. This morning was a classic example of how annoying and biased and bitchy she is. Fuck her.
Anyway, I shall be stopping this blog for a bit, since my homework really can't be put off anymore. Yeah...
I'm a bit depressed today.
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