18 December 2011

EOY2011

[Strategically leaving this blank for the moment because of certain people. *Flails* NO NO PLEASE BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY I DIDN'T LIE.]

so this was updated in july 2013
why am i such a lazy arse

vocaloid. i think.

what the hell is this anyway


um

izumi. right.

yonor

naruto yes? yess? i got it right. i don't even watch naruto

um

utapri. i think.

well, something else that i don't know

a cute girl with hitomi

again

isn't this from bakuman or something but forgive me if i'm wrong

ga..ku....po...?

that cute girl


more cute

some rin-len version again

meirin, kuroshitsuji

vocaloid group

moar rin-len

whelp

death note, as i'm sure you can tell

air gear, akito-agito pair

goddamn there should be more air gear cosplays

...like hell i know what this is

same here

cute, tired, but still cute hitomi
conclusion is that i worship the ground hitomi walks on okay

12 December 2011

Sometimes You Get Jealous

We've all seen the blogs about pretty girls who ditch school, have trouble passing Maths, and pierce everything.

They're skinny and pretty, don't seem to be addicted to food, appear older than they are, and hang out with guys. But they also have trouble passing subjects, ditch school whenever they want, and university? Never, unless they bribe a lot of important people with a lot of money.

But you get jealous. A little. You don't want to admit it. But really, that kind of idyllic lifestyle is kind of fun. Sounds cool.

It's not that your life sucks. You look fine. You eat food. You occasionally talk to people of the opposite gender. Your grades hover around good and okay, you don't ditch school unless you can wrangle a doctor's note, and university, with some studying, is really quite achievable.

But sometimes being a little stupider and just doing whatever the hell you want without any regard for the future is... desirable.

... Okay, okay, I've just caught myself scrolling through the blog of a girl who's the same age as me, reading her posts, which all have unbearably horrible sentences structure and spelling and... Grammar? Has she heard of grammar? Has she heard of proper legible spelling?

She's pretty, yes.

At first I tried to pass it off as curiosity, which, kind of, failed to explain why I was clicking the 'older posts' link. Surely, surely curiosity doesn't make one suffer through that much pain. (Spelling, grammar, sentence structure, I'm crying.)

Then I realised that I was just a little bit jealous.

Oh god.

How could I...?

Of her...?

I was repulsed, a little. I went 'eww'. Her. Who only has a pretty face.

End of story: I thought about it, rationalized, and thought about it some more. My jealousy disappeared. Although, to tell the truth, I wonder what it would be like to walk around with as empty a head as hers. It would be terrific, goodbye all the logical reasons and worries for the future, and all the endless thoughts that annoy me endlessly with how they endlessly swirl around and never cease.

(The real reason why I went 'eww': She goes to a school which I might have entered, if I had been a lot less intelligent.)

Love You Forever by Robert Munsch

You can read it here, but there are no illustrations: http://www.rogerknapp.com/inspire/loveforever.htm

This is a children's book, about a mother who rocks her child to sleep, singing,
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.

It's fine in the beginning - what any normal mother will do. Then it gets a little strange. The little tyke does all kinds of shitty things, and then the mother will invariably become pissed. But at night, she'll always crawl across the floor and rock him to sleep.

On and on. Even when he's an adult and has moved out.

Then she falls ill, calls him to visit, and he does. She sing him the song, but doesn't manage to finish because she's too ill. At which point the boy picks her up and rocks her and sing a different version of the song, where the last two lines are substituted by,
As long as I'm living
my Mommy you'll be.

He goes home, picks up his daughter, repeats what his mother used to do to him.

Let me stress that she rocks him to sleep every night.

Every.

Night.

A lot of people find it sweet and heartwarming. They say that it's not meant to be taken literally, that what it actually means is that mothers will always love their children.

I'm sorry, but I don't think children aged one and up (http://www.amazon.com/Love-You-Forever-Robert-Munsch/dp/0920668372) understand how to take things metaphorically.

Now, time for my theory.

Instead of a mother's love, this is a story about a mother's abuse.

No, see, it all makes sense. Shush, let me explain.

When the boy was young, his mother abused him. It might have been his father or uncle or whoever, but it's not important. Someone in his family abused him - any kind of abuse works, but let's just say it's physical. They beat him.

And he grows up, lashes out, as a result of that abuse, and oh look, they're still abusing him. I'm going to substitute the rocking for beating, and the song for abuse - like, she beat him everyday, instead of she rocked him to sleep everyday.

He grows. He becomes a rebellious teenager. Of course it's because she abused him! Why else - and she keeps on abusing him.

I'm starting to like my version more and more.

He moves out. But his mother follows him - in the original story, she still rocks him to sleep every night, even though he's rather far away now and it theoretically isn't plausible for her to still rock him to sleep every night. In my version, he still has nightmares about the abuse and that experience never truly leaves him.

Get it? The parallels?

She falls ill. Calls him for a visit. Still the same abusive mother, so the guy is like, fuck all, I'm pissed, you abused me and I'm pissed. So what? Remember that scene where he sing her song back to her? In my version he's taking some slightly violent revenge.

Oh, oh, and remember how abuse victims often become abusers themselves? Yes?

See it now? He repeats it all to his daughter.

Hah.

(Also, the main reason why I'm completely freaked out and creeped out by this story - the crawling part. remember the crawling part - is this. The illustration.)

I will never let a child read this.

... Excuse me, I need to go and lock my door and windows, and then maybe huddle in a corner and cry a little because that book is terrifying and disturbing and oh god she's crawling - )

/EDIT:/ I find this link funny, especially this comment:

Jane Yolen
I am a hugger, too. I am sentimental. I am gooey over my first grandchild. I adore my grown children. BUT
I find LOVE YOU FOREVER to be about an incredibly dysfunctional family, with a mother who infantilizes her child, invades his private space, never can say "I love you" when he is awake, and even when he is grown manages his life. I am convinced she drugs his cocoa, otherwise why does he sleep so soundly when she crawls (!) into his room and picks him up every single night.
And when the teenage daughter awakes one night and finds her father holding her in his lap, she is going to call 911.
Nope--this one is a very dangerous book. IMHO. And not at all amusing.

http://www.fairrosa.info/disc/loveyouforever.html

17 November 2011

AFA2011

*all photos uploaded/edited 2014/08/27, captions also added

So I bought some neko ears and the thingy that cats wear... you know... the thing with bells...

Ugh. Anyway, it was totally awesome, what with squishing riiight behind Kaname and Usagi on day two for the regional cosplay championships. I mean, like, SQUISHING. With my large heavy camera. And a Rin right in front of me, so that I couldn't actually extend my lens in case she poked it with her elbow or something.

Anyway, I was kinda stalkerish and took many many photos of Kaname and the sexy Usagi with my very very extendable lens - don't ask. Somehow I managed to find my way around that Rin's elbow.

I took like almost four hundred photos. It included an awesome Victorique from Gosick.

By the way, Facebook's being much more bitchy than usual and refusing to let me upload my day two pics, which are more awesome, I think, despite the fact that my camera was running out of batt fast. I mean, I wasn't allowed to go, and then I started crying, so my parents let me go - hehehehehe. Yeah so it meant that I didn't have time to charge the camera (a nikon, I think, I have a really bad memory).

Umm so I went over to find Yonor and Izumi, and took a bunch of photos. They were Euphemia and Anya on day one, and I was like, Code Geass! I love Code Geass so much, so so much. They were, uhm, Luka and Miku on day two... uh, Camellia, I think.


bunch of figurines

cute baby tam

another cute baby tam



baka mike

ehehehe





view of kaname


Hmm but I basically walked around with Tamara and Phoebe and Mike, stalking cosplayers with our cameras. It was fun. Even though my feet hurt.

1 November 2011

SLEEP

Yesterday night, I went to bed at 10pm. After falling asleep for a little while (I presume I did indeed fall asleep) I woke up again and became pissed about how I couldn't get back to sleep - I was tired as fuck after an entire day outside with my class but hell if my brain was going to let me sleep.

Oh, so guess what, it was 11.40pm when I finally decided to give up and look at the time. I thought that it'd be closer to 3 or 4 in the morning, but it was barely two hours after I went to bed.

Great, so I tossed and turned and fucking fumed before I completely gave up at about 12. This meant that I got out of bed and read manga until 3.15am.

Then I went to bed. And slept. Until 7am.

It seems like it's only one day, but these kind of things happen every single fucking time. Every fucking night, (or something like that, I have a bad memory) I wake up and spend too much time trying to get back to sleep. I wake up about three times per night. I always wake up before my alarm. I can never fall asleep within an hour.

Also, it seems like most of my sleep time is spent half-aware of whatever dream I'm having. Which, however nice it sounds, is shitty. I know it's cool to be able to be awake and asleep at the same time. But when you're tired as fuck, no. JUST NO.

I want to sleep normally okay? I don't want any stupid panda eyes. No more panda eyes.

Another thing is that I can function normally even if I sleep three hours a night (function as in I don't fall asleep standing up etc, can hold conversation etc, and can actually make logical decisions). I have no idea if it means I'm just awesome and efficient and don't need to sleep that much, or my definition of 'function' is too lax.

IDK but Phoebe seems to fall asleep everywhere even if she sleeps five hours. Like, seriously sleep. I find it hard to fall asleep anywhere, including my own fucking bed. MY OWN BED. UGH.

I think I compensate by lazing around on my bed the entire day. It makes me feel more rested. Somehow.

Oh god, I need to write something, but I'm either too tired to use my brain or too busy to sit down. Thinking of original stuff requires more brainpower than reading others' stuff. Right? Right.

I think I'm just rambling here. I have no fucking idea why I even started this post, but since I've started it I might as well post it up. GDI my holidays, my holidays, why are my holidays so packed? CIP and ROD and training camp and oh my fuck just thinking about it makes my brain hurt somewhat.

By the by, Dr. Seuss is just fucking creepy. His books give me nightmares. Kids should never read them. And no, I've never thought that it was spelled "Suess". That's just wrong.