Fifty-Six - Fast And Sluggish

(Current Time: 10:13 AM, 2nd Blk)

(Current Sounds: Nada)

Musings and News, And a Writing Prompt:

Phewie, how long have I avoided this? Well, here I am again, in this journal thing, now asking to myself "Wow, I had severe depression the minute i signed up for this thing, didn't I?" 

And its been about 2 months since I wrote (or attempted to write) a decent blog post. Ugh. I feel sluggish just trying to think of something to bore my fingers upon on this crappy keyboard.

Since the end of my last school year is fast approaching, I've been swamped with work. That, and new interests under my belt.

I've started getting into the Sengoku Basara fandom (to be honest, just the anime. I have yet to play the actual video game its based off on), so beware if I make any stupid Japanese military references. But come on, its not MY fault they made Masamune Date and Saneda Yukimura so.... GAY for each other. I dig the 'Burning Rivals' vibe >_>;.

Next, I've been reading new manga (Finally! No more Godchild refs!). 

The first is a very minor manga with ninjas and romance: Shinobi Life. Ninjas and romance. I first picked up the manga and thought to myself, ".... Naruto and Fruits Basket? NO WAY." But rest assured, there ain't no orange jumpsuit people who transform when embraced by the opposite sex.

No, its just fluffy, with a hint of loyalty issues and thong-snapping. You heard me--and I recommend it if you like romance with a touch of humor ^_^. (I get reminded of another manga, Love Attack).

The other manga I've also delved myself into (Klarisse, my sister especially), is 07-Ghost, which very recently, also became an anime. Its posed as an action, adventure, drama and supernatural manga--but I believe they INTENTIONALLY put out the 'BL' category, for our frustrations.

BL, meanwhile, should be looked up if you're a fangirl/fanboy of that kind of thing. I'm not going to waste my blog entry with its meaning, thank you very much.

I recommend this one too, despite it just being released just yesterday; VERY recent, I know.  

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Other than that and school work woes, I think I'll be able to get back onto this thing sooner than I thought. That, or I'll have to be more sneaky on my days off >.>

~kiwi

Fifty-Five - I want you to notice when I'm not around.

(Current Time: 9:49 Am, 2nd Blk)

(Current Sounds: ...well, something. I'm too tired to look--but can anyone guess? Its pretty obvious.)

Writing Prompt:

"Would you like to be famous? Why or why not? What you you like to be famous for?"

Its a big jump, being ordinary and plain Jane one moment and then suddenly sky rocketed to stardom. BAM, metamorphosis. To me, being famous is both the highest and quite possibly the most dangerous place to be.

Maybe most dangerous because you're prone to fall for the blindness of the so-called 'popularity' you obtain. But that's my simple opinion--its about the fact of being famous that befuddles me. 

I guess most people like the mindset that comes with becoming that sort of status: a lucky break, the perfect time to gain some spotlight time or just playing oblivious and truthfully wouldn't understand why it was THEM to be famous. Might be in my favor because its definitely a mood I'll intentionally use.

Being famous to me seems like a new habit, not a lifestyle. How could I act if I suddenly had "fanboys?" How would my social life be like if I was being followed by a swarming cloud of the paparazzi? To have a wardrobe for every hour of the day? To have agents yearn for my appearance for the jump on gaining big bucks?

It sounds scary, it sounds stupid...but it sounds AWESOME to get some fame, even for only 15 minutes.

When I'm under the state of extreme fatigue, I pretend I'm a famous stuntswoman, or the female equivalent of James Bond. I love spies. They have secret lives behind their sophisticated yet off-the-ropes ordeals. And plus its a killer job, literally. 

If I had that job for a day (making a movie in one day and gaining stardom in a New York minute?! Holy!), I'd be happy. But... doesn't action stars get injuries half of the time? D:

~kiwi  

Fifty-Four - YATTAAAA!

(Current Time: 11:45 Am, 3rd Blk)

(Current Sounds: ...well, something)

Quick Prompt:

"What is your favorite song and why?"

I have WAY too many to list, but my most recent one I've taken quite an obsession to is Yatta! by Happatai. The song, by the way means, "Alright!"--the Japanese equivalent to being good about everything. The whole song altogether is about happiness. When I first saw it, on video form, I was surprised to see the whole band singing in only underwear and cardboard green leaves covering their happy places. What was I going into? 
I then looked up the song's lyrics and its actually got a story behind it. It addresses that the world we live in is full of hard times--the economic recession, the wars, everything that summed up bad in our society. This whole song talks about just being happy with the simple things we still have, whether it be the morning sun greeting you everyday and having family by your side. Even breathing! "Yatta" is a salute to the troubles of today, and telling you to be happy with whatever you have--and plus, since watching that movie three weeks ago, I seemed to have a liking for green leaves now. Just not for clothes, that would be scratchy

Fifty-Three - Chores

(Current Time: 10:51 Am, Afternoon)
(Current Sounds: My mom bitching (not allowed headphones apparently at home))

Musings/Writing Prompt:

I hate my family life. Either I must be a very spoiled kid or my mom is testing me so hard enough to get through the nastiness of life. I DON'T know what she wants--but whatever it is, my patience is thoroughly starting to kill me from the inside.

My counselor, Siobhan, once told me to keep telling myself this phrase whenever someone told me I wasn't good enough--"I love myself no matter what I do, or what I believe in."

Good god. This phrase must be running 24/7 on my head whenever my mom's around me.

I don't know WHAT she wants. I try to do household laundry but sometimes she tells me things that I'm not aware about, stating in this sentence, "You SHOULD know by now, because you're an adult." How can I talk back when she apparently gave herself the 'Head' of the house?

She also makes me feel bad about my over-the-top stress. She says I have to discipline myself even when I'm doing. What the hell do you want from me? I'm already trying to to do enough effort as it is. And then she questions my abilities, thinking I can 'do better.' How can one deal with that everyday?! "Do better!" How?! I'm trying to do the job anyways, so why give me more to think about?

And just the way she sounds whenever she asks for our undivided attention. It fucking annoys me to no end. SHE thinks I'm being interrupted whenever she asks for a task. I just want to be left alone for my work--if I screw up this year, its going to me MY fault, not hers. I just hate it when she thinks she's taking all the fucking credit for herself, thinking that I never do anything. And she doesn't realize that I'm TRYING to work but she fucking interrupts me! Its a cycle I'm particularly keen on breaking.

God.

This is why I don't do weekend blogs. So, for this prompt episode, I'll be writing something VERY similar to this situation today.

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"What is the worst thing parents can do to their children?"

To not have any belief in their abilities.

A parent should be able to hold confidence in their kids, no matter what they do. They should know what their child's potential is, but they shouldn't judge it on their general mindset alone. Parents should be proud of their children from whatever they do for themselves, not slave them away to make the image the parents were visioning them to be.

--

Any hints to improve my prompts? I know they should be longer...

~kiwi

Fifty-Two - Shine, O Misery

(Current Time: 9:16 AM, 1st blk)
(Current Sounds: Clamato Fever - Street Fighter II HD Turbo Collection)

Musings and a writing prompt:

Hoow-wee, its almost March. AND SPRING BREAK.

I HONESTLY CAN'T WAIT FOR SPRING BREAK. School is killing me, both from physical stress and my mental capacity. It freaking hurts just to remember updating this thing, but I do what I do ^_^ Blogs are supposed to be the center to vent anyways.

Anyways, for my Creative Writing class, we're now getting started with our Self-Directed Projects. I've decided to do it on writing prompts since everything else on the list of choices seemed more time consuming (One-Act Plays and Magazine Articles aren't my forte....).

I'm going to try to type one out each time I log in here, for practice. (Its not due in 4 weeks time, so I need to get my writing mind in sync again).

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"If I were on a deserted island, I would..."

If I were on a deserted island, I would first try to look around for any supplies to use for my advantage. I couldn't be just left with sand and surf now, would I?

I would have to fend for myself in case there were any animal predators out to get me. I would need to use any means of burnable material to make any makeshift housing and a bonfire for those long cold nights beside the beach. I would need to fish in order to get myself food. If i have enough supplies, I could make a boat to get myself off the island.

--

....that's how bad I am at this. Only TWO paragraphs. *facepalms*

I'll work on more later.

-Kiwi

Fifty-One - Cardiac Arrest

(Current Time: 11:05 Am, 3rd Blk)
(Current Sounds: STARRY SKY - Persona 3)

Musings and a small experiment:

Damn you, Matteo. Damn you for getting my addicted to Persona 3. >_<

Well, actually I haven't actually PLAYED the game yet (should get shot for it), but I'm looking forward to finding the damn game and whore around my PS2 all over again, like Okage and Okami and Soul Calibur used to do :3

WAHH.

Anyways, my days have been sliding by quite nicely since my last post. For one, I've made up with one friend who I haven't actually conversed with in 6 months or so.

Its...a long story. But, this is meant to be read, so here I go.

My friend, who I won't name here for privacy reasons, met me on my 3rd day of Grade 8 in Math class. He was wearing a dorky looking blue sweater that covered a really awesome Zelda black t-shirt. Ocarina of Time, may I add. Instantly, we became the best of nerds.

The one thing that makes this friend unique is that he has this sort of terminally illness that makes him lack enough proteins and iron in his body. He gets sick easily during the winter and he's very frail and weak. His condition makes it hard for him to do anything physically. I didn't befriend him from pity--he's just the same as everyone else, and I honestly didn't know where to go if I didn't meet him.

It was until I found out last year that he had developed some form of a deeper liking for me, which in my side, was both very confusing to take and disappointing. For one, I am an independant thinking kind of person. I believe at this time of my life, I have to find my 'Jibun Kakumei" (Self-Identity) first before I can spend it with someone. Unfortunately, this friend wasn't part of my plans, and selfishly to say, I didn't return his feelings back. You could say he took it the wrong way by avoiding me from last September to...well, a week ago.

I told him an apology through a letter, the night before we finally talked again. It...was stressful but it was definitely worth it.

The good thing was...he took it good that he just wanted to stay as friends. It was a little TOO toward of him but, I'm glad.

Thank goodness.

Now..about that experiment. So. EVERYONE.

There's this...befuddling event coming up on the 14th (right after the Friday the 13th. OOOH), and I was told to write a very short description on this sentence:

"Love is..."

It can be of anything that Love is. Its a diverse subject and its both lethal and mystifying.

Anyone wanna join in this? Just comment and yeah. I DUNNO. Something to do. Here's mine:


Love is...

...a bracelet. It can be made of hard cold chain links or bursting with multicolored emotions. It can fit loosely or tighten you with its choke-hold. It can be hidden under a sleeve or flaunted out in the open with pride. A bracelet can break, but if able, it can be mended in better care than before.

-yeah, i dun like it. Give me better ones? ^^;

-kiwi

Firty - Millenia

(Current Time: 2:10 Pm, 5th Blk)
(Current Sounds: WITCH DOCTOR (Giant Toons Version) - CARTOONS)

Musings:

"Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tangWalla walla, bing bang~!"

YEAH, FIFTY!

I'M SUCH A DWEEB

Alriiiiiiiiiiight, so now what to do for a fiftieth (huh?! I can't spell 5oth?! D:) post? Hmmmmm.

I'm not up for doing ANOTHER tag posting, because those are crazy, and I'm kinda sick of doing poetry at the moment (Melodious Conflict, my other blog, is for that now)

DAAAAAAAAAAAMN. Lemme just do an update on my life at the moment (its a blog after all. Its solely for my thoughts alone, ain't that the truth?)

Its February (2nd!), and its a new month. So, really, this post is also my first post for the lovey-dovey month as well.

HEY I HAVE SOMETHING TO ARGUE ABOUT.

Valentines Day. Who here (err, whoever's reading this, anyways) thinks that it's just an excuse to get drunk, laid and impregnated all in one day? And Hallmark must rake in the bucks just for the sappy sayings they manufacture every day.

You know what I think? God bless George Carlin for thinking this up: There should be a day dedicated to Hate.

Honestly?

Since the suckers (me included) are left out of the whole cliched 'He/She Loves Me!' group, we should have a day solely made to kill, without the law and the government at our heels! Plus, it be a rocking 6 O'clock news.

Rant over with, I found a channel in Youtube, with Disney music.

*INSERT BOOING AND VARIOUS TOMATO THROWING HERE*

OKAY FOLKS, I'M SORRY.

But this channel (Look up DJTomoe3) has disney tracks that have been dance-a-trized. xD Honestly! Most of the tracks feel trancelike and such.

and, yeah.

I guess I dont have much to say for this 50th post.

I might start writing dialogues next (since in writing class, that's the next guides to work upon. Oh joy)

Yay! Pointless writing spouted!

-kiwi