Before I begin, allow me to say, "Hi, how have you all been doing? Busy year, eh?" as well as apologising (for no reason) for procrastinating and not writing any drabbles.
And then I shall continue. What will I say today?
I have a small request. (Maybe it's not so small, but...)
I had practise SAT questions yesterday at Elite, and one passage was a novel excerpt. I really enjoyed the excerpt, and wanted to find the novel.
The only problem is, I don't know how.
I have tried searching through Google and some other websites, but I have no clue as to how to find this. Wikipedia is no help.
Long point short: I need help finding a novel, as said in the title. What I know is this:
-The novel was published in 2001, and is in English.
-Name of author/title is unknown (which gives me fabulously no help).
-The main character is a female mystery writer, Susan, who writes under a pseudonym, R. E. Sinclair. She has a fiancé, Oliver, who is negotiating/negotiated with a publisher to publish a romance novel, (maybe) under a pseudonym as well: Olivia Northington.
-I have no clue as to what genre, or what the rest of the story is. The excerpt only showed Susan thinking about pseudonyms, mostly.
If you know this novel, would you please let me know the title & author, please? Thank you!
Hatter08, over and out!
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
Books I'd Like To Reccommend
This all depends on your opinion & your interests about whether or not it is a good book. However, I'd still like to present some of the books I've read so far and enjoyed.
For Psychological Thriller/Horror readers: (I'm sorry, I'm still unsure of the difference between thrillers & horrors. Please let me know if you know.)
Misery - Stephen King
Through this book, I have discovered why Stephen King was so awesome.
Bestseller-writer Paul Sheldon finds himself severely injured and in someone's house. The owner of the house happens to be Annie Wilkes, his number-one fan, nurse, and, if this should be mentioned, captor. And that's not all; she wants him to write a book just for her, and she has many ways to get him to do what she wants...
I do have to warn people; it's filled with quite graphic scenes and high suspense/tension, so if you have a weak heart/ do not enjoy graphic details, it's probably best not to read this. If, however, you enjoy murder/psychological stuff/gore/etc, this is probably a good book for you.
For Fantasy (?) readers:
Wicked: The Life & Times of the Wicked Witch of the West - Gregory Maguire
For some reason I had trouble reading the first section of the book, but later whizzed through it.
We all heard Dorothy's triumph over the Wicked Witch of the West, but what happens when we look at the Witch's side of the story? This book tells you how. We look at the world of Oz through the Witch's perspective, and how she grew from the little green-skinned girl to a witty, sharp infamous woman. Oz will probably not be looked the same way ever again.
It's always interesting for me to look at someone else's perspective of the story; the same plot seems to come out differently. I haven't read the actual Wizard of Oz, only an abridged version, but this book seems just as interesting as the original, if not better.
This book is part of a series (Wicked series), with the next books (so far): Son of a Witch, A Lion Among Men
For Humour readers: (these have two different mixed genres, though both seem mostly for humour)
The Toyminator - Robert Rankin
I haven't read the book before this, but I think it's alright. It's quite good alone, methinks. Also this book seems to incorprate Science Fiction with Humour.
Strange things are happening in Toy City, and no-one can explain why. The police are baffled. Many believe it's the End Times/Apocalypse. Some believe it's an alien invasion. Eddie Bear, with sidekick Jack, are on the case, but will they be able to save Toy Town, and (gasp!) the human world from complete destruction?
I used to believe science fiction was a somewhat dull genre, but now I see a ray of hope. I liked the tone of the story, as well as the story itself. A bit of a warning though; there are a few mentions of sex (though never explicit), some Hollywood-esque accidents, lots of alcohol, and may or may not be inappropriate humour. But laughter guaranteed.
This book is part of a 'series' I believe: The Hollow Chocolate Bunnies of the Apocalypse (preceded by)
The 13 1/2 Lives of Captain Bluebear - Walter Moers
Fantasy/humour, methinks.
Set in the (nowadays underwater) nation of Zamonia, this book is mainly centred around one particular blue bear named Bluebear (such an original name). The book tells of his life & adventures around Zamonia, including places such as Gourmet Islands, Gloomberg Mountains, a Bollogg's head, and (gasp) Atlantis. It also features various incidents with various creatures (Spiderwitch, Wolperting Whelps, Nocturnomaths being a few).
Though this book appears thick, it's very enjoyable and filled with comical (if not helpful) illustrations, and humour. It's very imaginative and creative.
This book is part of a series (Zamonia series): Rumo & His Miraculous Adventures, The City of Dreaming Books, The Alchemaster's Apprentice
For Psychological Thriller/Horror readers: (I'm sorry, I'm still unsure of the difference between thrillers & horrors. Please let me know if you know.)
Misery - Stephen King
Through this book, I have discovered why Stephen King was so awesome.
Bestseller-writer Paul Sheldon finds himself severely injured and in someone's house. The owner of the house happens to be Annie Wilkes, his number-one fan, nurse, and, if this should be mentioned, captor. And that's not all; she wants him to write a book just for her, and she has many ways to get him to do what she wants...
I do have to warn people; it's filled with quite graphic scenes and high suspense/tension, so if you have a weak heart/ do not enjoy graphic details, it's probably best not to read this. If, however, you enjoy murder/psychological stuff/gore/etc, this is probably a good book for you.
For Fantasy (?) readers:
Wicked: The Life & Times of the Wicked Witch of the West - Gregory Maguire
For some reason I had trouble reading the first section of the book, but later whizzed through it.
We all heard Dorothy's triumph over the Wicked Witch of the West, but what happens when we look at the Witch's side of the story? This book tells you how. We look at the world of Oz through the Witch's perspective, and how she grew from the little green-skinned girl to a witty, sharp infamous woman. Oz will probably not be looked the same way ever again.
It's always interesting for me to look at someone else's perspective of the story; the same plot seems to come out differently. I haven't read the actual Wizard of Oz, only an abridged version, but this book seems just as interesting as the original, if not better.
This book is part of a series (Wicked series), with the next books (so far): Son of a Witch, A Lion Among Men
For Humour readers: (these have two different mixed genres, though both seem mostly for humour)
The Toyminator - Robert Rankin
I haven't read the book before this, but I think it's alright. It's quite good alone, methinks. Also this book seems to incorprate Science Fiction with Humour.
Strange things are happening in Toy City, and no-one can explain why. The police are baffled. Many believe it's the End Times/Apocalypse. Some believe it's an alien invasion. Eddie Bear, with sidekick Jack, are on the case, but will they be able to save Toy Town, and (gasp!) the human world from complete destruction?
I used to believe science fiction was a somewhat dull genre, but now I see a ray of hope. I liked the tone of the story, as well as the story itself. A bit of a warning though; there are a few mentions of sex (though never explicit), some Hollywood-esque accidents, lots of alcohol, and may or may not be inappropriate humour. But laughter guaranteed.
This book is part of a 'series' I believe: The Hollow Chocolate Bunnies of the Apocalypse (preceded by)
The 13 1/2 Lives of Captain Bluebear - Walter Moers
Fantasy/humour, methinks.
Set in the (nowadays underwater) nation of Zamonia, this book is mainly centred around one particular blue bear named Bluebear (such an original name). The book tells of his life & adventures around Zamonia, including places such as Gourmet Islands, Gloomberg Mountains, a Bollogg's head, and (gasp) Atlantis. It also features various incidents with various creatures (Spiderwitch, Wolperting Whelps, Nocturnomaths being a few).
Though this book appears thick, it's very enjoyable and filled with comical (if not helpful) illustrations, and humour. It's very imaginative and creative.
This book is part of a series (Zamonia series): Rumo & His Miraculous Adventures, The City of Dreaming Books, The Alchemaster's Apprentice
Deactivation... & Realisation
I did something I had never thought I would ever do one year ago.
I deactivated an account on the internet. And no, I am not quitting my blog.
I have 'killed' my account on DeviantART. Why? I have no idea. But I was somehow feeling dA wasn't helpful and felt like it.
One of the things you must be prepared for before deactivating your dA account is the mascot looking at you tearfully, asking if you really wanted to deactivate your account. You'll need to have a hard heart and be absolutely certain about your decision if you are serious about deactivating. If you don't, you'll feel sympathetic about the sad mascot and stay. I faltered for a moment before firmly clicking the 'yes' button.
If any of the watchers in dA (either enraged, sad, confused, etc) are reading this right now, please do not ask me why I left/tell me to return/toss comments of outrage & cusswords into my page. I will not answer to either of them; it is my decision, after all. I have the right to decide and do things my way, even if it may upset people. (I don't really see why people would miss me, seeing I hardly updated) The fact whether or not I will return to dA is unknown. I might, later (emphasis on the 'later'), but not now.
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And about the other thing; realisation...
There are two parts to this:
1) I hardly updated & wrote my drabbles. It has already heaped up to 26 drabbles, and now due to my fear I am not doing anything.
2) I sometimes have to realise that people will be reading my blog. Well, not really. But what Mr. T told us about universities looking at a student's website/etc (Facebook is no exception) pulled me from my dreamy state of what pasta to eat for dinner and back to my senses. I really need to do something about my blog. Tidy it up a little, perhaps.
One day on dA a person told me my fanfiction wasn't as good as I thought it was and was basically things spewed all over the intenet put together. And now that I re-look at it, I can't help but think person was right.
I have now come to a decision to have 'tidy-up day' and clean out all of the bad posts and make my blog look amicable. But perhaps I'll leave 'Drunk Today, Remember Me Tomorrow' out just until tomorrow, as I have actually created another version for chapter two.
The rest of the weird posts will be tossed out and deleted.
Just thought about warning people.
I deactivated an account on the internet. And no, I am not quitting my blog.
I have 'killed' my account on DeviantART. Why? I have no idea. But I was somehow feeling dA wasn't helpful and felt like it.
One of the things you must be prepared for before deactivating your dA account is the mascot looking at you tearfully, asking if you really wanted to deactivate your account. You'll need to have a hard heart and be absolutely certain about your decision if you are serious about deactivating. If you don't, you'll feel sympathetic about the sad mascot and stay. I faltered for a moment before firmly clicking the 'yes' button.
If any of the watchers in dA (either enraged, sad, confused, etc) are reading this right now, please do not ask me why I left/tell me to return/toss comments of outrage & cusswords into my page. I will not answer to either of them; it is my decision, after all. I have the right to decide and do things my way, even if it may upset people. (I don't really see why people would miss me, seeing I hardly updated) The fact whether or not I will return to dA is unknown. I might, later (emphasis on the 'later'), but not now.
--
And about the other thing; realisation...
There are two parts to this:
1) I hardly updated & wrote my drabbles. It has already heaped up to 26 drabbles, and now due to my fear I am not doing anything.
2) I sometimes have to realise that people will be reading my blog. Well, not really. But what Mr. T told us about universities looking at a student's website/etc (Facebook is no exception) pulled me from my dreamy state of what pasta to eat for dinner and back to my senses. I really need to do something about my blog. Tidy it up a little, perhaps.
One day on dA a person told me my fanfiction wasn't as good as I thought it was and was basically things spewed all over the intenet put together. And now that I re-look at it, I can't help but think person was right.
I have now come to a decision to have 'tidy-up day' and clean out all of the bad posts and make my blog look amicable. But perhaps I'll leave 'Drunk Today, Remember Me Tomorrow' out just until tomorrow, as I have actually created another version for chapter two.
The rest of the weird posts will be tossed out and deleted.
Just thought about warning people.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
100 Drabbles: 25. Trouble Lurking
25. Trouble Lurking
How ironic life is. Sometimes, life seems cruel, or unfair, yet it’s inevitable.
“I hope it doesn’t rain.” Sometimes that really occurs, other times it rains. “I hope it rains today.” Sometimes, to the wisher’s disappointment, it doesn’t rain.
“I hope nothing goes wrong today,” you might say, but in the end, something goes VERY wrong. This might be the same for “I really hope something goes wrong today,” but at times life cheats and gives what you say. Hence the saying “Be careful what you wish for.”
So when you say, “What could possibly go wrong?” what will happen?
How ironic life is. Sometimes, life seems cruel, or unfair, yet it’s inevitable.
“I hope it doesn’t rain.” Sometimes that really occurs, other times it rains. “I hope it rains today.” Sometimes, to the wisher’s disappointment, it doesn’t rain.
“I hope nothing goes wrong today,” you might say, but in the end, something goes VERY wrong. This might be the same for “I really hope something goes wrong today,” but at times life cheats and gives what you say. Hence the saying “Be careful what you wish for.”
So when you say, “What could possibly go wrong?” what will happen?
100 Drabbles: 22. Mother Nature
22. Mother Nature
She hadn’t done much, in truth. In fact, the only thing she was the ‘mother’ to was planet Earth, and the universe. The rest, creation of man, for instance, just happened.
She asked her daughter, Earth. “How are you, child?”
“Oh, fine,” Earth answered. “A new kind seemed to have emerged… but nothing much otherwise.”
Years later, Mother Nature asked again. “The new kind is very inventive, and creating new things I’ve never dreamed of.”
Years later, she asked again. This time, Earth said, “I feel ill. The new kind is fighting against each other. I wish they would stop.”
She hadn’t done much, in truth. In fact, the only thing she was the ‘mother’ to was planet Earth, and the universe. The rest, creation of man, for instance, just happened.
She asked her daughter, Earth. “How are you, child?”
“Oh, fine,” Earth answered. “A new kind seemed to have emerged… but nothing much otherwise.”
Years later, Mother Nature asked again. “The new kind is very inventive, and creating new things I’ve never dreamed of.”
Years later, she asked again. This time, Earth said, “I feel ill. The new kind is fighting against each other. I wish they would stop.”
100 Drabbles: 21. Vacation
21. Vacation
“Thinking of going out this holiday,” he said proudly, packing his suitcase.
She nodded lazily on the couch, not looking. “Sure, sure. Where’re you going?”
“Abroad, perhaps.”
“Sure; but where’s your passport?”
Brief silence. Then; “…Um, I forgot where I left it. Plus I haven’t booked tickets yet.”
“No use then, is there?”
“No. I’ll go to the beach then. But…” he faltered. “…I think I lost my swimsuit.”
“No use then, either?”
“No; besides, I don’t think I can go anywhere; car’s in the repair shop.”
“…Then where are you going?”
He glared at her sourly. She merely smirked.
“Thinking of going out this holiday,” he said proudly, packing his suitcase.
She nodded lazily on the couch, not looking. “Sure, sure. Where’re you going?”
“Abroad, perhaps.”
“Sure; but where’s your passport?”
Brief silence. Then; “…Um, I forgot where I left it. Plus I haven’t booked tickets yet.”
“No use then, is there?”
“No. I’ll go to the beach then. But…” he faltered. “…I think I lost my swimsuit.”
“No use then, either?”
“No; besides, I don’t think I can go anywhere; car’s in the repair shop.”
“…Then where are you going?”
He glared at her sourly. She merely smirked.
100 Drabbles: 20. Fortitude
20. Fortitude
“I am not weak,” he growled, struggling to get up. “I won’t lose!”
“Hah! I like your fortitude, but I’m sorry to say that your efforts will be fruitless,” she cackled.
“You evil witch!” He finally pushed himself to his feet and drew his sword once more. “This time, you won’t get away!”
“Oh, really now? I heard the same thing dozens of times before; and they all fail! I always have the last laugh!”
“Let’s see about that. Let’s end this!” They let out battle-cries…
“Kids, time for supper!”
“Okay!” the children rushed in, “Save the fight for later!”
“I am not weak,” he growled, struggling to get up. “I won’t lose!”
“Hah! I like your fortitude, but I’m sorry to say that your efforts will be fruitless,” she cackled.
“You evil witch!” He finally pushed himself to his feet and drew his sword once more. “This time, you won’t get away!”
“Oh, really now? I heard the same thing dozens of times before; and they all fail! I always have the last laugh!”
“Let’s see about that. Let’s end this!” They let out battle-cries…
“Kids, time for supper!”
“Okay!” the children rushed in, “Save the fight for later!”
100 Drabbles: 18. Rainbow
18. Rainbow
He was usually grumpy, so it was no surprise how frustrated he seemed when he found it was raining and had no umbrella. She cheerily allowed him to share, despite his protests.
“You need to appreciate things more. Look, the rain’s stopping!” she pointed at the clearing skies. All he did was grunt.
The grey clouds shifted, and a ray of sun spilled onto the world once more. And following that was the unforgettable ribbon of varied colours.
“A rainbow!”
He thought it was childish, but he too couldn’t help but reminisce his childhood days.
In the end, he smiled.
He was usually grumpy, so it was no surprise how frustrated he seemed when he found it was raining and had no umbrella. She cheerily allowed him to share, despite his protests.
“You need to appreciate things more. Look, the rain’s stopping!” she pointed at the clearing skies. All he did was grunt.
The grey clouds shifted, and a ray of sun spilled onto the world once more. And following that was the unforgettable ribbon of varied colours.
“A rainbow!”
He thought it was childish, but he too couldn’t help but reminisce his childhood days.
In the end, he smiled.
100 Drabbles: 17. Blood
17. Blood
He shook his head. It wasn’t real; it all wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. It just…
Only that it was right there, in front of him, as plainly as anyone could see. She was dead. Her body was awkwardly splayed, eyes glazed, unseeing, and all digits frozen into unnatural figures.
And then there was blood. Blood everywhere. The whole room was splattered in the ominous shade of crimson, darkening slightly as they dried, and made him unsettled. Red was a provoking colour, but this somehow seemed different.
He tried to scream, but couldn’t. He was frozen to his spot.
He shook his head. It wasn’t real; it all wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. It just…
Only that it was right there, in front of him, as plainly as anyone could see. She was dead. Her body was awkwardly splayed, eyes glazed, unseeing, and all digits frozen into unnatural figures.
And then there was blood. Blood everywhere. The whole room was splattered in the ominous shade of crimson, darkening slightly as they dried, and made him unsettled. Red was a provoking colour, but this somehow seemed different.
He tried to scream, but couldn’t. He was frozen to his spot.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Prussia and British Accents rule. For me, anyway.
If you were offended by the title, I'm very very sorry. Really.
But it's just my opinion.
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Getting off track again.
On 11th October, last Monday, I Two weeks ago (as in the week before last week),
...Apologies, my sense of chronology is in shambles at the moment.
It all began on Friday, the first day of October, probably. The afternoon was, well, cloudy and cold, I guess (as it always is). It was just another Social Studies/Humanities/History class before Lunch time. I was enjoying my time watching a video about Absolute Monarchs, when the teacher uttered the unforgettable.
"We wouldn't discuss Central Europe and Prussia in class. Read up on that in your own time."
And I almost cried. I have been waiting for several months to learn about the awesome nation, and we weren't even going to go through it. I was despairing. After class, I asked the teacher, Mrs. R, if she really meant that, and if there was any other way I couldsave my beloved country(too dramatic) I meant, never mind...
She said I could be discussion leader on it if I really wanted to, and I immediately agreed. Even though I was stressed over Louis XIV's rise as a discussion leader* (first time), I couldn't let mydarling Prussia, and the golden opportunity pass. She said we would discuss more on the following Monday (which was also the day of the ACER tests. Urgh)
The next Monday (also the Monday two weeks ago), I recieved a note from her outlining what I should 'discuss' about, and we also had a talk about it. I was practically overjoyed, despite being slightly loaded with homework. She said if I wanted, I could work with a partner, and I agreed.
I almost solved my partner problem by joining up with friend/classmate J. Rather big mistake.
Not only could we not find time to meet up & research, she had no idea what the subject was either, though I may have told her about five times "It's about Central Europe. You read this section of the photocopy here. I'll do the part about Prussia, okay?" Plus she seemed to have no interest whatsoever.
So I was alone, slaving around my laptop during the weekend before my dramatic day (11 October). I almost lapsed into hate for Prussia.
And then that day, 11 October, Monday, came. Despite having only 1.5 practice sessions (the first one being partial, as I was halfway done through the PowerPoint when I practiced), I did a pretty awesome job. I barely stuttered, only stumbled occasionally at a forgotten word, and was enthusiastic about my work. Mrs. R gave me a 7 for my presentation* (YAY) I felt proud of my presentation, and thought I made der atle Fritz/Old Fritz proud.
The next day, my friends classmate F & A suddenly told me I spoke with a British accent during the whole presentation (especially when saying 'the Thirty Years' War'). It was pretty random, and it stunned me. I had been working hard on speaking with a British accent (I don't know; my English was neutral before, as in neither United Statian* or British, or Austrailian/etc) because I had a liking to the UK*, and the fact that it has now been installed in my brain so I don't have to be conscious when speaking was absolutely fabulous to me. I rejoiced.
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(Not So Good) Footnotes:
Discussion Leader* = Basically means making a presentation about a certain historical topic (e.g. The Spanish Armada). Usually you make an outline/notes (bullet-point style), and a PowerPoint. Oh, and visuals. You explain & talk about the topic. Mrs. R also usually adds points between slides, and as she is quite talkative she tends to go over some points for an extended period of time (several minutes)... which may make your originally planned time much longer than intended and rush over the last good details sloppily. But this can be avoided if you explain well.
...a 7 for my presentation* = Our school system follows the IB system. So all our grades are marked 1-7, seven being the highest. Somewhat like A-F system and % system, only IB has limited, easy to remember numbers. Just my opinion.
United Statian* = Someone on dA wrote an essay where she referred 'Americans' as 'United Statian', as technically everyone living in the Americas (both north & south) were 'Americans', and it was unfair to only refer US people as 'Americans' and not for Canadians, Mexicans, Argentinians, Chileans, etc. And I agreed to what she said; it is unfair. Though it is quite hard to say it.
...taken a liking to the UK* = Brother: You're not being entirely truthful, are you? Me: What may you mean? *innocent tone* Brother: ... Me: Oh FINE. Douche.
Back to the point: there actually is another reason why I gained a sudden interest in the UK. If I spew what happened since February, this post will never get done so I'll make it short. I fell in love with Hetalia: Axis Powers. You may find the implied hint and draw your own conclusions. One of my friends were British so I would've fallen in love one day anyways. ...Actually, remember when I said I thought I was an Anglophile now? Yea, relate to that too.
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...Probably the longest post I ever made :O
But it's just my opinion.
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Getting off track again.
...Apologies, my sense of chronology is in shambles at the moment.
It all began on Friday, the first day of October, probably. The afternoon was, well, cloudy and cold, I guess (as it always is). It was just another Social Studies/Humanities/History class before Lunch time. I was enjoying my time watching a video about Absolute Monarchs, when the teacher uttered the unforgettable.
"We wouldn't discuss Central Europe and Prussia in class. Read up on that in your own time."
And I almost cried. I have been waiting for several months to learn about the awesome nation, and we weren't even going to go through it. I was despairing. After class, I asked the teacher, Mrs. R, if she really meant that, and if there was any other way I could
She said I could be discussion leader on it if I really wanted to, and I immediately agreed. Even though I was stressed over Louis XIV's rise as a discussion leader* (first time), I couldn't let my
The next Monday (also the Monday two weeks ago), I recieved a note from her outlining what I should 'discuss' about, and we also had a talk about it. I was practically overjoyed, despite being slightly loaded with homework. She said if I wanted, I could work with a partner, and I agreed.
I almost solved my partner problem by joining up with friend/classmate J. Rather big mistake.
Not only could we not find time to meet up & research, she had no idea what the subject was either, though I may have told her about five times "It's about Central Europe. You read this section of the photocopy here. I'll do the part about Prussia, okay?" Plus she seemed to have no interest whatsoever.
So I was alone, slaving around my laptop during the weekend before my dramatic day (11 October). I almost lapsed into hate for Prussia.
And then that day, 11 October, Monday, came. Despite having only 1.5 practice sessions (the first one being partial, as I was halfway done through the PowerPoint when I practiced), I did a pretty awesome job. I barely stuttered, only stumbled occasionally at a forgotten word, and was enthusiastic about my work. Mrs. R gave me a 7 for my presentation* (YAY) I felt proud of my presentation, and thought I made der atle Fritz/Old Fritz proud.
The next day, my friends classmate F & A suddenly told me I spoke with a British accent during the whole presentation (especially when saying 'the Thirty Years' War'). It was pretty random, and it stunned me. I had been working hard on speaking with a British accent (I don't know; my English was neutral before, as in neither United Statian* or British, or Austrailian/etc) because I had a liking to the UK*, and the fact that it has now been installed in my brain so I don't have to be conscious when speaking was absolutely fabulous to me. I rejoiced.
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(Not So Good) Footnotes:
Discussion Leader* = Basically means making a presentation about a certain historical topic (e.g. The Spanish Armada). Usually you make an outline/notes (bullet-point style), and a PowerPoint. Oh, and visuals. You explain & talk about the topic. Mrs. R also usually adds points between slides, and as she is quite talkative she tends to go over some points for an extended period of time (several minutes)... which may make your originally planned time much longer than intended and rush over the last good details sloppily. But this can be avoided if you explain well.
...a 7 for my presentation* = Our school system follows the IB system. So all our grades are marked 1-7, seven being the highest. Somewhat like A-F system and % system, only IB has limited, easy to remember numbers. Just my opinion.
United Statian* = Someone on dA wrote an essay where she referred 'Americans' as 'United Statian', as technically everyone living in the Americas (both north & south) were 'Americans', and it was unfair to only refer US people as 'Americans' and not for Canadians, Mexicans, Argentinians, Chileans, etc. And I agreed to what she said; it is unfair. Though it is quite hard to say it.
...taken a liking to the UK* = Brother: You're not being entirely truthful, are you? Me: What may you mean? *innocent tone* Brother: ... Me: Oh FINE. Douche.
Back to the point: there actually is another reason why I gained a sudden interest in the UK. If I spew what happened since February, this post will never get done so I'll make it short. I fell in love with Hetalia: Axis Powers. You may find the implied hint and draw your own conclusions. One of my friends were British so I would've fallen in love one day anyways. ...Actually, remember when I said I thought I was an Anglophile now? Yea, relate to that too.
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...Probably the longest post I ever made :O
Jealousy? :/
... I dunno.
But I looked through 'Hyperbole and a Half' again.
And I thought it was awesome. Again. (for some reason I kept on making typos for 'thought')
And it makes me think.
Stuff like:
"Why can't I do something USEFUL with my blog?"
and "I wish I had lots of funny random incidents in my childhood."
and "Oh right, I DO have some! 'Cause I'm awesome too! :D"
and "Do I have any homework?"
and "ALCWM'CQON3O that was so FUNNY"
and "...What am I doing right now?"
and "I love this blog (no idea which one I'm talking about)"
and "I'm starting to feel quite jealous of her blog. It's awesome. I love it. But my blog isn't as funny as I wish it was."
and, well, more stuff.
...
...
Yea.
But I looked through 'Hyperbole and a Half' again.
And I thought it was awesome. Again. (for some reason I kept on making typos for 'thought')
And it makes me think.
Stuff like:
"Why can't I do something USEFUL with my blog?"
and "I wish I had lots of funny random incidents in my childhood."
and "Oh right, I DO have some! 'Cause I'm awesome too! :D"
and "Do I have any homework?"
and "ALCWM'CQON3O that was so FUNNY"
and "...What am I doing right now?"
and "I love this blog (no idea which one I'm talking about)"
and "I'm starting to feel quite jealous of her blog. It's awesome. I love it. But my blog isn't as funny as I wish it was."
and, well, more stuff.
...
...
Yea.
100 Drabbles: 16. Questioning
16. Questioning
“Alright, lady,” he tossed files onto the table. “We’ll go through this again, and I’d like some cooperation, hm?”
She glared back at him. Though battered, she was still defiant. “Fudge you.”
He smirked slightly. “Still have that foul mouth? Crazy woman. I’ll ask again. Where were you last night?”
“At home.”
“But the evidence doesn’t say so, lady. Says that you’ve been elsewhere, like, I dunno; your ex’s house?”
“Why would I be there?”
“…Where were you yesterday?!”
“I said home, jerk-arse!”
He grabbed her collar, but dropped her, disgusted. “You’ll confess soon enough,” and he slammed the door.
“Alright, lady,” he tossed files onto the table. “We’ll go through this again, and I’d like some cooperation, hm?”
She glared back at him. Though battered, she was still defiant. “Fudge you.”
He smirked slightly. “Still have that foul mouth? Crazy woman. I’ll ask again. Where were you last night?”
“At home.”
“But the evidence doesn’t say so, lady. Says that you’ve been elsewhere, like, I dunno; your ex’s house?”
“Why would I be there?”
“…Where were you yesterday?!”
“I said home, jerk-arse!”
He grabbed her collar, but dropped her, disgusted. “You’ll confess soon enough,” and he slammed the door.
100 Drabbles: 15. Silence
15. Silence
The air was thick, tense. No noise was heard. Nobody dared breathe. And then…
“Quack.”
All heads turned around at the abrupt sound, some even jumped at it. The culprit, a person from one of the back rows, grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, couldn’t help it.”
Some rolled eyes but most turned their heads back to one direction. All eyes stared intently at the same direction. Then…
“Five, four, three, two, one…” all chanted. The bell rang.
Immediately the room was filled with clamour; everyone screamed and clambered, rushing out, all cheering.
The room was filled with a new silence; empty silence.
The air was thick, tense. No noise was heard. Nobody dared breathe. And then…
“Quack.”
All heads turned around at the abrupt sound, some even jumped at it. The culprit, a person from one of the back rows, grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, couldn’t help it.”
Some rolled eyes but most turned their heads back to one direction. All eyes stared intently at the same direction. Then…
“Five, four, three, two, one…” all chanted. The bell rang.
Immediately the room was filled with clamour; everyone screamed and clambered, rushing out, all cheering.
The room was filled with a new silence; empty silence.
100 Drabbles: 12. Insanity
12. Insanity
“Why are you doing this?”
She laughed, though it sounded strange. “You said so yourself, right? That I’m insane, and needed to be here?”
He remained impassive. “…You know I didn’t mean it –“
“Oh sure you didn’t!” she snapped, but laughed once more.
Then he slammed the door. She heard the door lock, and him swearing. But she didn’t care. This was how things ended anyway.
They called her insane from the beginning. But now, after she’d committed so many crimes, they have the courage to lock her up?
She laughed sourly all night long in her new home.
“Why are you doing this?”
She laughed, though it sounded strange. “You said so yourself, right? That I’m insane, and needed to be here?”
He remained impassive. “…You know I didn’t mean it –“
“Oh sure you didn’t!” she snapped, but laughed once more.
Then he slammed the door. She heard the door lock, and him swearing. But she didn’t care. This was how things ended anyway.
They called her insane from the beginning. But now, after she’d committed so many crimes, they have the courage to lock her up?
She laughed sourly all night long in her new home.
100 Drabbles: 11. Memory
11. Memory
“…So you have no memory after, or before the crash?”
She shook her head. Her mind was blank. She understood, but couldn’t remember.
The doctor sighed. “I’m afraid she may have lost her memories, sir.”
Her father asked, “S-so she wouldn’t be able to remember me, or anything, at all?”
The doctor shrugged sadly. “I cannot guarantee it. Better ask yourself.”
He turned to her, teary. “Child, so you do not remember me?”
She stared. Briefly a scene flashed before her; a young girl playing on the swing with a grown-up man, both laughing…
Though teary-eyed, she shook her head.
“…So you have no memory after, or before the crash?”
She shook her head. Her mind was blank. She understood, but couldn’t remember.
The doctor sighed. “I’m afraid she may have lost her memories, sir.”
Her father asked, “S-so she wouldn’t be able to remember me, or anything, at all?”
The doctor shrugged sadly. “I cannot guarantee it. Better ask yourself.”
He turned to her, teary. “Child, so you do not remember me?”
She stared. Briefly a scene flashed before her; a young girl playing on the swing with a grown-up man, both laughing…
Though teary-eyed, she shook her head.
100 Drabbles: 8. Innocence
8. Innocence
This world was too corrupted, too adulterated, for him. He tried to keep up with the change, but in the end, it grew to be too much.
He sat on the swing, trying to collect his thoughts. So many things were happening at once… He longed for the old days, when things seemed much simpler, freer. When if you were ignorant or didn’t know, nobody would laugh at you. When if he asked what something was, they would tell him it was a grown-up thing, and didn’t need to know until later.
He longed for his loss, the lost innocence.
This world was too corrupted, too adulterated, for him. He tried to keep up with the change, but in the end, it grew to be too much.
He sat on the swing, trying to collect his thoughts. So many things were happening at once… He longed for the old days, when things seemed much simpler, freer. When if you were ignorant or didn’t know, nobody would laugh at you. When if he asked what something was, they would tell him it was a grown-up thing, and didn’t need to know until later.
He longed for his loss, the lost innocence.
100 Drabbles: 6. Break Away
6. Break Away
“I love you” he said. Then why was she imprisoned like this?
“You’ll like it here with me,” he said. Then why was she weeping?
“It may hurt, but it’s for your own good. Pain never lasts anyway.” Then why didn’t her heartache stop?
“If you love me so much, let me go,” she said. But he refused. “The world is too dangerous for you, my love,” he said.
Then why did he seem more dangerous than the world?
She was the caged bird, trying to fly. Yet, her 'owner' was restraining her.
All she wanted… was to break away…
“I love you” he said. Then why was she imprisoned like this?
“You’ll like it here with me,” he said. Then why was she weeping?
“It may hurt, but it’s for your own good. Pain never lasts anyway.” Then why didn’t her heartache stop?
“If you love me so much, let me go,” she said. But he refused. “The world is too dangerous for you, my love,” he said.
Then why did he seem more dangerous than the world?
She was the caged bird, trying to fly. Yet, her 'owner' was restraining her.
All she wanted… was to break away…
100 Drabbles: 5. Seeking Solace
An entire week of non-drabble writing, and I spent almost all of my morning making up for them all. Not that it took long anyway.
All turned out less funny than expected. But oh well.
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This is probably my first drabble using one of my actual story characters. They aren't named here, but I've created a pair of brothers, and I like them a lot actually. Maybe I should make a novel about them?
And I'm rambling again.
Onto the drabble.
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5. Seeking Solace
He walked in and saw his brother drinking. “Brother, you’re drinking too much. Is there something wrong?”
His brother looked up. His eyes were glazed, his face dull red. “Yo *hic* my sweet bwoder!”
He sighed. “You’re drunk. Why are you drinking so much?”
As he sat down, his brother began to mumble, “…dumped me. I got fudging dumped, damn it!” He took a swig. “She was a selfish brat anyway.”
“…I see.”
“No, you don’t see! You don’t –!” And he broke down, leaning against his shoulder, weeping.
All he could do was patting him on the back soothingly.
All turned out less funny than expected. But oh well.
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This is probably my first drabble using one of my actual story characters. They aren't named here, but I've created a pair of brothers, and I like them a lot actually. Maybe I should make a novel about them?
And I'm rambling again.
Onto the drabble.
--
5. Seeking Solace
He walked in and saw his brother drinking. “Brother, you’re drinking too much. Is there something wrong?”
His brother looked up. His eyes were glazed, his face dull red. “Yo *hic* my sweet bwoder!”
He sighed. “You’re drunk. Why are you drinking so much?”
As he sat down, his brother began to mumble, “…dumped me. I got fudging dumped, damn it!” He took a swig. “She was a selfish brat anyway.”
“…I see.”
“No, you don’t see! You don’t –!” And he broke down, leaning against his shoulder, weeping.
All he could do was patting him on the back soothingly.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
100 Drabbles: 53. Keeping a Secret
53. Keeping a Secret
He frowned. “No.”
“Aw, but you must have a secret of some sort!” she pleaded.
“You, keeping a secret? You’ll blabber it all out anyway.”
“But I can! Please?” She pouted, giving the puppy-in-the-rain look.
After a while, he seemed to give in. He motioned her closer and whispered in her ear; “…I’m a homosexual.”
Immediately she looked incredulous. “REALLY?!”
“No, I was joking, you douche.” And before she could scream, he continued, “I know I can’t entrust secrets with you anyway.”
Then she grinned evilly.
“…What?”
“I saw you sleeping with Teddy-bear yesterday…” She ran off, cackling.
…Oh f*ck. “Come back!!”
He frowned. “No.”
“Aw, but you must have a secret of some sort!” she pleaded.
“You, keeping a secret? You’ll blabber it all out anyway.”
“But I can! Please?” She pouted, giving the puppy-in-the-rain look.
After a while, he seemed to give in. He motioned her closer and whispered in her ear; “…I’m a homosexual.”
Immediately she looked incredulous. “REALLY?!”
“No, I was joking, you douche.” And before she could scream, he continued, “I know I can’t entrust secrets with you anyway.”
Then she grinned evilly.
“…What?”
“I saw you sleeping with Teddy-bear yesterday…” She ran off, cackling.
…Oh f*ck. “Come back!!”
Saturday, October 9, 2010
I was Awesome Yesterday
A very Hetalia!Prussia/Gilbert-esqe title, I know XD
But it was true! D:
Yesterday, we had English. After finishing a film we were watching (Stage Beauty) to open our new topic, Shakespeare's 'Much Ado About Nothing', we were given scenarios to act out in groups of five. No scripts; all improvisation.
Our group weren't precisely the decisive group. It was just a few seconds before we actually had to show our scenario that we finally decided upon the characters: me as Conrad (speaking), friend I as Don Jon/John (?) (speaking), friend H as Don Pedro (non-speaking), friend J as Hero (non-speaking)(no, seriously; who would call their daughter 'Hero'? Only Alfred F. Jones would! D: ), and friend A as, well, uh, a bystander.
Scenario in a nutshell: DJ is jealous of his brother, DP, and wants to take revenge on him. DJ talks to C about this.
I can't remember much, but I think this is what happened on 'stage'.
DJ sits on a chair, looking depressed. C comes over, whistling.
C: Hey, buddy! What's wrong? You look down.
DJ: I'm depressed.
C: ...Well, I can see that. Why so?
DJ: It's my brother's fault. I hate him! Why is he always better than me?!
.... (forgot; I think there was something her but I forgot)
C: Hey look, it's Hero!
H walks in, looking pretty
DJ: ...Humph.
C: What, you don't find her hot?
DJ: ... Do I look interested in her to you?
C: No, I figured not.
Just then, DP walks in. He whistles to H.
DJ: Speak of the devil. Here he is, my despised brother.
DP & H exeunt
DJ: Grr! I hate him so much! Not only that; I feel depressed!
C: ...So what do you want do about it?
DJ: I don't know! That's why I'm talking to you, you idiot! Why do you keep rubbing it in my face?!
(My teacher said that my face at the moment was priceless; I was practically panicking/stunned)
C: ...Um..
DJ: *shakes C* Tell me! Tell me what I should do!
C: Take some pills!
DJ: Do you think I have not done that already?! Look at me!
C: I suppose not. T-then take revenge on him!
DJ: *stops shaking C* ...What?
C: Um, take revenge on him?
DJ: ...Say the first option again?
C: ...Take revenge on him?
DJ: No, the first one.
C: Take some pills?
DJ: ... The second one?
C: Take revenge on him?
DJ: ...I like that. How should I?
C: Well, you can put him in a pond of sharks, or crocodiles; or you can stab him with a kitchen knife - no, wait, a SPORK! That's better; o-or you can strangle him in his underwear...
DJ: *nods to options until last one* Wait, what?! I'm not doing that!
C: I know, I don't get that either. ... Or you can use Hero.
DJ: ...Oh yea.
C: Yea, use the b*tch - I MEAN use the woman! Use the woman! You can use her to make your hated brother mentally vulnerable, and then you can take him!
DJ: I like that. *goes to H, who happened to be walking by* Hey Hero, can I talk to you...?
C: ... Wait for me! *runs after him*
I have one thing to say about that. It was a hit. (P: That's not one thing. I: Shaddup). The whole class burst into laughter at our improvisation. And we had prepared nothing. Now, I don't know if that actually happens in 'Much Ado About Nothing', but our scene was funny anyway.
And I was very happy.
But it was true! D:
Yesterday, we had English. After finishing a film we were watching (Stage Beauty) to open our new topic, Shakespeare's 'Much Ado About Nothing', we were given scenarios to act out in groups of five. No scripts; all improvisation.
Our group weren't precisely the decisive group. It was just a few seconds before we actually had to show our scenario that we finally decided upon the characters: me as Conrad (speaking), friend I as Don Jon/John (?) (speaking), friend H as Don Pedro (non-speaking), friend J as Hero (non-speaking)(no, seriously; who would call their daughter 'Hero'? Only Alfred F. Jones would! D: ), and friend A as, well, uh, a bystander.
Scenario in a nutshell: DJ is jealous of his brother, DP, and wants to take revenge on him. DJ talks to C about this.
I can't remember much, but I think this is what happened on 'stage'.
DJ sits on a chair, looking depressed. C comes over, whistling.
C: Hey, buddy! What's wrong? You look down.
DJ: I'm depressed.
C: ...Well, I can see that. Why so?
DJ: It's my brother's fault. I hate him! Why is he always better than me?!
.... (forgot; I think there was something her but I forgot)
C: Hey look, it's Hero!
H walks in, looking pretty
DJ: ...Humph.
C: What, you don't find her hot?
DJ: ... Do I look interested in her to you?
C: No, I figured not.
Just then, DP walks in. He whistles to H.
DJ: Speak of the devil. Here he is, my despised brother.
DP & H exeunt
DJ: Grr! I hate him so much! Not only that; I feel depressed!
C: ...So what do you want do about it?
DJ: I don't know! That's why I'm talking to you, you idiot! Why do you keep rubbing it in my face?!
(My teacher said that my face at the moment was priceless; I was practically panicking/stunned)
C: ...Um..
DJ: *shakes C* Tell me! Tell me what I should do!
C: Take some pills!
DJ: Do you think I have not done that already?! Look at me!
C: I suppose not. T-then take revenge on him!
DJ: *stops shaking C* ...What?
C: Um, take revenge on him?
DJ: ...Say the first option again?
C: ...Take revenge on him?
DJ: No, the first one.
C: Take some pills?
DJ: ... The second one?
C: Take revenge on him?
DJ: ...I like that. How should I?
C: Well, you can put him in a pond of sharks, or crocodiles; or you can stab him with a kitchen knife - no, wait, a SPORK! That's better; o-or you can strangle him in his underwear...
DJ: *nods to options until last one* Wait, what?! I'm not doing that!
C: I know, I don't get that either. ... Or you can use Hero.
DJ: ...Oh yea.
C: Yea, use the b*tch - I MEAN use the woman! Use the woman! You can use her to make your hated brother mentally vulnerable, and then you can take him!
DJ: I like that. *goes to H, who happened to be walking by* Hey Hero, can I talk to you...?
C: ... Wait for me! *runs after him*
I have one thing to say about that. It was a hit. (P: That's not one thing. I: Shaddup). The whole class burst into laughter at our improvisation. And we had prepared nothing. Now, I don't know if that actually happens in 'Much Ado About Nothing', but our scene was funny anyway.
And I was very happy.
New Blog?
...Yea.
I used a radomiser on the internet (Random Domain namer or something), and I came up with something I liked. And I was wondering if I should make that into a blog.
Well, I want to. One problem.
I have no idea what it should be about.
Already I'm submitting art (or doodles) and stories here, on my little blog world. Though for art I'm barely submitting anything in both dA and my blog, because, well I am doodling, but am such a lazy-arse as not to go scan them with my scanner which is only a few metres away from me.
As for stories, well, I'm trying to write something which is NOT fanfiction OR yaoi. Seriously. My brain is frazzled, and Hetalia has infected my brain cells. So did yaoi. And romance in general (the STORIES, not... never mind).
TL;DR (Too Long; Didn't Read)
Long point short: I want to make a blog, but am having trouble thinking ideas of what to use it for.
I used a radomiser on the internet (Random Domain namer or something), and I came up with something I liked. And I was wondering if I should make that into a blog.
Well, I want to. One problem.
I have no idea what it should be about.
Already I'm submitting art (or doodles) and stories here, on my little blog world. Though for art I'm barely submitting anything in both dA and my blog, because, well I am doodling, but am such a lazy-arse as not to go scan them with my scanner which is only a few metres away from me.
As for stories, well, I'm trying to write something which is NOT fanfiction OR yaoi. Seriously. My brain is frazzled, and Hetalia has infected my brain cells. So did yaoi. And romance in general (the STORIES, not... never mind).
TL;DR (Too Long; Didn't Read)
Long point short: I want to make a blog, but am having trouble thinking ideas of what to use it for.
100 Drabbles: 31. Flowers
31. Flowers
He wasn’t much of a flower person. That much, she knew. Or at least thought she did.
So it was obvious he surprised her when he showed him a bouquet of daisies.
“H-happy birthday,” he stuttered, flushing.
Though surprised, she grinned. “Oh, thank you so much; I don’t know what to say. But…”
“D-do you not like daisies?” he asked, horrified.
“N-no, I mean – ATCHOO!” She sneezed continuously, staggering away.
And immediately he tossed the bouquet away. “Why didn’t I see this; you’re allergic! Crap, I’m so sorry!”
“I-It’s alright,” she sniffled, smiling. “I already appreciate your thoughts very much.”
He wasn’t much of a flower person. That much, she knew. Or at least thought she did.
So it was obvious he surprised her when he showed him a bouquet of daisies.
“H-happy birthday,” he stuttered, flushing.
Though surprised, she grinned. “Oh, thank you so much; I don’t know what to say. But…”
“D-do you not like daisies?” he asked, horrified.
“N-no, I mean – ATCHOO!” She sneezed continuously, staggering away.
And immediately he tossed the bouquet away. “Why didn’t I see this; you’re allergic! Crap, I’m so sorry!”
“I-It’s alright,” she sniffled, smiling. “I already appreciate your thoughts very much.”
100 Drabbles: 10. Breathe Again
10. Breathe Again
“Hey, douche-bag, what’s it like to be kissed?”
“Huh?” he flushed dull red. “I-I don’t know.”
Her eyes widened. “S-so you haven’t been kissed before? I thought you did, with that many girlfriends –”
“S-shut up!” he flushed deeper, if possible.
She thought. “…Then do you want to test it out?”
He stared at her incredulously. “A-are you crazy? Hell no!”
“Fine. Or I can take you by surprise.”
And abruptly she kissed him. He froze on the spot, breathing and heartbeat very still. When she pulled away from him, she smiled.
“Remember to breathe, you douche.”
And he complied.
“Hey, douche-bag, what’s it like to be kissed?”
“Huh?” he flushed dull red. “I-I don’t know.”
Her eyes widened. “S-so you haven’t been kissed before? I thought you did, with that many girlfriends –”
“S-shut up!” he flushed deeper, if possible.
She thought. “…Then do you want to test it out?”
He stared at her incredulously. “A-are you crazy? Hell no!”
“Fine. Or I can take you by surprise.”
And abruptly she kissed him. He froze on the spot, breathing and heartbeat very still. When she pulled away from him, she smiled.
“Remember to breathe, you douche.”
And he complied.
100 Drabbles: 4. Dark
4. Dark
He shuddered, clutching his shirt. He was cold, all alone… all alone…
“I-is there anyone out there?” he called out. Nothing. Only an echo answered.
He glanced around fearfully. Nothing. All he could see was the endless dark. “Help! Help! Someone, please; help!” Nothing.
Nothing. Nothing. And then…
“There you are!” Bright light. Though momentarily blinded, he blinked, trying to see.
She came to him, obviously concerned. “I’ve been looking all over for you, child. Don’t you know how worried mummy was?”
“I’m sorry mummy,” he grinned sheepishly, “I was playing.”
“Well, don’t do that again,” she chided mildly, smiling.
He shuddered, clutching his shirt. He was cold, all alone… all alone…
“I-is there anyone out there?” he called out. Nothing. Only an echo answered.
He glanced around fearfully. Nothing. All he could see was the endless dark. “Help! Help! Someone, please; help!” Nothing.
Nothing. Nothing. And then…
“There you are!” Bright light. Though momentarily blinded, he blinked, trying to see.
She came to him, obviously concerned. “I’ve been looking all over for you, child. Don’t you know how worried mummy was?”
“I’m sorry mummy,” he grinned sheepishly, “I was playing.”
“Well, don’t do that again,” she chided mildly, smiling.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
100 Drabbles: 1. Introduction
Um... Based on a part of a music video; 'Regret Message' by Kagamine Rin (Vocaloid). The dots (...) are where the names are (with the exception of the last blank). I just omitted them.
1. Introduction
Experiment has activated. All functions are normal.
“Hello,” said the creator. “I’m your creator.” She blinked. “You are functioning properly?” Nod of head. “Good. Now there’s someone I’d like you to meet.”
He took down to a corridor, and into another room. A young man dressed in white sat, staring into space.
“..., I’d like you to meet this person. His name is…” The man turned at the mention of his name.
Immediately he struck familiar to her. She had never seen him before, yet, there was something about him… Unknowingly, tears rolled down her face, and so did his.
1. Introduction
Experiment has activated. All functions are normal.
“Hello,” said the creator. “I’m your creator.” She blinked. “You are functioning properly?” Nod of head. “Good. Now there’s someone I’d like you to meet.”
He took down to a corridor, and into another room. A young man dressed in white sat, staring into space.
“..., I’d like you to meet this person. His name is…” The man turned at the mention of his name.
Immediately he struck familiar to her. She had never seen him before, yet, there was something about him… Unknowingly, tears rolled down her face, and so did his.
100 Drabbles: 19. Grey
19. Gray
He considered it a dull colour, but apparently she didn’t think so. One day he asked about it.
“I like grey,” she said, tugging her sweater. “It’s a neutral colour.”
He pointed out it looks rather grim; even depressing. She said it only looks like that because he thought of it that way. “Grey’s nice. If you find a light shade, or some nice shade of grey, you’d like it.”
His opinion didn’t seem to change. Years passed, and they met since a while.
After moment, he said, “I changed my mind, I like grey now,” pointing to her hair.
He considered it a dull colour, but apparently she didn’t think so. One day he asked about it.
“I like grey,” she said, tugging her sweater. “It’s a neutral colour.”
He pointed out it looks rather grim; even depressing. She said it only looks like that because he thought of it that way. “Grey’s nice. If you find a light shade, or some nice shade of grey, you’d like it.”
His opinion didn’t seem to change. Years passed, and they met since a while.
After moment, he said, “I changed my mind, I like grey now,” pointing to her hair.
100 Drabbles: 77. Test
More of a poem, this one. Though it's not a really good poem.
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77. Test
Enter the room; no caps
Edgy, nervous foot taps
Shifty eyes; sweaty hands
Ticking clock; scribbling hands
Frowns and furrows; hair-grabbing
Horrified stares; heart-throbbing
Bloody equations; stupid pi
Horrible memories; angry eyes
Scribble scribble; tap tap
Can’t remember; oh crap
Distraction occurs; mind drifting
Must focus; but mind blanking
Shift to the clock; time is ticking
Can’t think of anything; random answer picking
Second hand racing; it’s almost time
I think I just got something sublime!
“Time’s up”; “AW MAN”
Looks like you wrote with a frying pan
These are just a few things occurring when
Testing horror syndrome/phobia happens
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77. Test
Enter the room; no caps
Edgy, nervous foot taps
Shifty eyes; sweaty hands
Ticking clock; scribbling hands
Frowns and furrows; hair-grabbing
Horrified stares; heart-throbbing
Bloody equations; stupid pi
Horrible memories; angry eyes
Scribble scribble; tap tap
Can’t remember; oh crap
Distraction occurs; mind drifting
Must focus; but mind blanking
Shift to the clock; time is ticking
Can’t think of anything; random answer picking
Second hand racing; it’s almost time
I think I just got something sublime!
“Time’s up”; “AW MAN”
Looks like you wrote with a frying pan
These are just a few things occurring when
Testing horror syndrome/phobia happens
100 Drabbles: 75. Mirror
I was the one writing this, and it gave me the shudders. What?
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75. Mirror
She didn’t like mirrors. She never said why, but she hated it.
Every time she saw one she would immediately look away, or try to break it. Nobody knew why.
Once, however, she snuck a peek at it.
Her reflected image looked back. When she smiled, the reflection smiled back. She said hi; it seemed to say it back. She stopped smiling; it continued to smile.
She paled.
‘Hello dear,’ it seemed to say, raising a knife. ‘Did you miss me? I’ll welcome you back.’
She screamed, shattering the mirror with a boot. The shards seemed to continue to grin.
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75. Mirror
She didn’t like mirrors. She never said why, but she hated it.
Every time she saw one she would immediately look away, or try to break it. Nobody knew why.
Once, however, she snuck a peek at it.
Her reflected image looked back. When she smiled, the reflection smiled back. She said hi; it seemed to say it back. She stopped smiling; it continued to smile.
She paled.
‘Hello dear,’ it seemed to say, raising a knife. ‘Did you miss me? I’ll welcome you back.’
She screamed, shattering the mirror with a boot. The shards seemed to continue to grin.
100 Drabbles: 7. Heaven
FFFF haven't done this in a while. Missed out not one, not two, but FIVE days of drabble-writing.
Perhaps this one should go under 'dream' but oh well.
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7. Heaven
What is heaven? Is it a place where cherubim fly? Where angels sing, playing harps?
I had no idea, but as soon as I opened my eyes, I thought I would die again.
There was one person, a character from my story; usually chaste, prudish. Now, he was drinking, wearing stockings and acting promiscuous. He winked at me once, and I wondered if the world was ending.
Then a crude character was being a prude, and when both started to randomly make out, I didn’t see how this could be heaven at all.
And I woke up in cold sweat.
Perhaps this one should go under 'dream' but oh well.
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7. Heaven
What is heaven? Is it a place where cherubim fly? Where angels sing, playing harps?
I had no idea, but as soon as I opened my eyes, I thought I would die again.
There was one person, a character from my story; usually chaste, prudish. Now, he was drinking, wearing stockings and acting promiscuous. He winked at me once, and I wondered if the world was ending.
Then a crude character was being a prude, and when both started to randomly make out, I didn’t see how this could be heaven at all.
And I woke up in cold sweat.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
NatPer Sketches - what I have so far
Using this site as a reference: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_personification There's bound to be more than that; I know. But I'm just starting with that. And if there aren't any, I'll have to make temporary NatPers, made by me.
I might make individual profiles of them. Later.
Mother Albania has been posted in the post below.
(left to right) Top Row: France: Marianne; United Kingdom: Britannia; Armenia: Mayr Hayastan/Mother Armenia;
Middle Row: England: John Bull; Germany: Germania; Ukraine: Cossack Mamay
Bottom Row: Iceland: Fjallkonan/Lady of the Mountain; United States of America (pt1): Columbia (Sam will come soon); Korea (South?): Hong Gildong
I might make individual profiles of them. Later.
Mother Albania has been posted in the post below.
(left to right) Top Row: France: Marianne; United Kingdom: Britannia; Armenia: Mayr Hayastan/Mother Armenia;
Middle Row: England: John Bull; Germany: Germania; Ukraine: Cossack Mamay
Bottom Row: Iceland: Fjallkonan/Lady of the Mountain; United States of America (pt1): Columbia (Sam will come soon); Korea (South?): Hong Gildong
NatPer sketch - Mother Albania
...WHUT IN THE NAME OF MUFFINS IS THIS, ADMIRAL IGNORANT?!!?
Explanation: Long story. Somewhat.
I was flipping through Wikipedia & saw a page on National Personifications.
And, well, I wanted to draw my own versions. And perhaps even make a comic about them. and perhaps call the series NatPer
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This is Mother Albania. She, like her name, is a motherly figure who is currently guarding those (mostly partisans) who had given her life for her. She holds a wreathe of laurels and a star.
Please note that this is just a sketch; a clean full-body sketch should be done soon, and put up in replacement.
If you are offended by this, I'm terribly sorry: I'm new to this after all. I tried to not use stereotypes, but if it offends you, please comment and say that I did something wrong (but politely, please)
100 Drabbles: 39. Dreams
39. Dreams
“AAHHHH!!!” she screamed, dripping in cold sweat.
“What is it, child?” her mother asked. “A nightmare?”
“I…” The child faltered. It was a dream, but a crazy random one. Certainly not a nightmare; too colourful for that. There were unicorns, bogeymen, rabbits, flying cutlery, everything; even fabric softener. But there was one such rabbit who was carrying an axe, chasing her, biting manically.
Unable to describe her dream, she just snuggled into her mother’s arms and mumbled, “A strange dream, mum.”
Her mother smiled. “It’s alright, child. It was just a dream.”
And behind, in a corner, a rabbit laughed.
“AAHHHH!!!” she screamed, dripping in cold sweat.
“What is it, child?” her mother asked. “A nightmare?”
“I…” The child faltered. It was a dream, but a crazy random one. Certainly not a nightmare; too colourful for that. There were unicorns, bogeymen, rabbits, flying cutlery, everything; even fabric softener. But there was one such rabbit who was carrying an axe, chasing her, biting manically.
Unable to describe her dream, she just snuggled into her mother’s arms and mumbled, “A strange dream, mum.”
Her mother smiled. “It’s alright, child. It was just a dream.”
And behind, in a corner, a rabbit laughed.
100 Drabbles: 78. Drink
78. Drink
“Hey, do you want to drink with me?”
He frowned at her, silently asking ‘Are you nuts?’ “…Aren’t you drunk already?”
“No, I’m *hic* not. Let’s drink together.”
He didn’t know what to make of this drunken woman. Clearly she was stoned. “Um, I’ve drank already, so…”
“But still; let’s drink!”
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Reasoning certainly wouldn’t help with someone drunk. “What if I don’t want to?”
Then she began whining. “Let’s drink! I want to drink together! I –” Suddenly she slumped forward and fell asleep.
He stared at her, half amused, half confused.
“Hey, do you want to drink with me?”
He frowned at her, silently asking ‘Are you nuts?’ “…Aren’t you drunk already?”
“No, I’m *hic* not. Let’s drink together.”
He didn’t know what to make of this drunken woman. Clearly she was stoned. “Um, I’ve drank already, so…”
“But still; let’s drink!”
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Reasoning certainly wouldn’t help with someone drunk. “What if I don’t want to?”
Then she began whining. “Let’s drink! I want to drink together! I –” Suddenly she slumped forward and fell asleep.
He stared at her, half amused, half confused.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
100 Drabbles: 54. Tower
Received help from this site for the card meaning: http://www.aeclectic.net/tarot/learn/meanings/tower.shtml
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54. Tower
He let her pick up the card. “Well?” he asked, “What do you see?”
“I see… a tower.” She answered dully. A simple tower, with a bolt of lightning and a couple of figures falling. So what; big deal.
Yet, he seemed to take it more seriously. He gasped, snatching the card, wide-eyed. “T-the tower? T-that cannot be!”
“What? Is that something special?”
“I-it means a lot more than you think! Whatever you believed in will turn out false; only you don’t know what the false one is!”
She blinked. “What?” Did that mean… she was going to be betrayed?
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54. Tower
He let her pick up the card. “Well?” he asked, “What do you see?”
“I see… a tower.” She answered dully. A simple tower, with a bolt of lightning and a couple of figures falling. So what; big deal.
Yet, he seemed to take it more seriously. He gasped, snatching the card, wide-eyed. “T-the tower? T-that cannot be!”
“What? Is that something special?”
“I-it means a lot more than you think! Whatever you believed in will turn out false; only you don’t know what the false one is!”
She blinked. “What?” Did that mean… she was going to be betrayed?
100 Drabbles: 52. Deep in Thought
52. Deep in Thought
She sat on the couch, thoughtful. A long time had passed since he arrived in the family; close to two decades, in fact. And he has changed a lot since then. She looked at her younger (albeit taller) brother, who was now rearranging boxes. He was almost 180º different to the little whining child back then. She smiled a little at the thought.
“…Sis… Sis!”
“Ah?” she snapped out of her thoughts.
He merely glowered at her. “Don’t ‘ah?’ me, sis! A little help would be nice here?!”
She sighed, smiling, as she hopped off the couch to help him.
She sat on the couch, thoughtful. A long time had passed since he arrived in the family; close to two decades, in fact. And he has changed a lot since then. She looked at her younger (albeit taller) brother, who was now rearranging boxes. He was almost 180º different to the little whining child back then. She smiled a little at the thought.
“…Sis… Sis!”
“Ah?” she snapped out of her thoughts.
He merely glowered at her. “Don’t ‘ah?’ me, sis! A little help would be nice here?!”
She sighed, smiling, as she hopped off the couch to help him.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
100 Drabbles: 30. Under the Rain
30. Under the Rain
Drip drip, rat-a-tat-tat. The sound of rain.
He stood alone under his umbrella, checking the time, and waiting.
Eventually she arrived, running. “I’m so sorry,” she panted.
“Where were you?” he snapped abruptly. “I was standing in the rain for ages! Didn’t you know how worried I was?”
“Hey, I said I was sorry, I – Wait, did you say you were worried about me?”
“…N-no I didn’t.”
“Yes you did.”
“No I didn’t! I –” he faltered. Then abruptly he pulled her into a hug, and began dragging her. “…C’mon, let’s find some shelter.”
And she grinned. “You do care!”
Drip drip, rat-a-tat-tat. The sound of rain.
He stood alone under his umbrella, checking the time, and waiting.
Eventually she arrived, running. “I’m so sorry,” she panted.
“Where were you?” he snapped abruptly. “I was standing in the rain for ages! Didn’t you know how worried I was?”
“Hey, I said I was sorry, I – Wait, did you say you were worried about me?”
“…N-no I didn’t.”
“Yes you did.”
“No I didn’t! I –” he faltered. Then abruptly he pulled her into a hug, and began dragging her. “…C’mon, let’s find some shelter.”
And she grinned. “You do care!”
Monday, September 27, 2010
100 Drabbles: 68. Hero
68. Hero
“I’m the hero!” he cheered as he jumped up and down the bed.
She merely groaned in response, covering her head with her hands, sitting on the edge of said-bed. Which happened to be bouncing as well, due to him acting like a maniac.
“Honestly, won’t you just calm down?” she asked, exasperated.
He glanced at her, grinning. “Course not. Just drank a bottle of soda; now I’m feelin’ high~ Plus heroes can’t calm down; they need to save their damsels in distress!”
“I’m in distress.” Then she whacked him with a pillow. “Just shut the f*ck up, damn it!”
“I’m the hero!” he cheered as he jumped up and down the bed.
She merely groaned in response, covering her head with her hands, sitting on the edge of said-bed. Which happened to be bouncing as well, due to him acting like a maniac.
“Honestly, won’t you just calm down?” she asked, exasperated.
He glanced at her, grinning. “Course not. Just drank a bottle of soda; now I’m feelin’ high~ Plus heroes can’t calm down; they need to save their damsels in distress!”
“I’m in distress.” Then she whacked him with a pillow. “Just shut the f*ck up, damn it!”
Sunday, September 26, 2010
About Prince Philip of 'Sleeping Beauty'...
Has anyone noticed this before?
I was just flicking through my old Disney movies (boy they were good; better than recent ones. I do like Lilo & Stitch though), when I discovered this.
In Sleeping Beauty, one of my old-time favourites, the beginning shows young Prince Philip going to see his 'future bride' Aurora. I found when he was little, he had blond hair.
<-- Philip looking at the baby 'bride-to-be' :D I found his expression funny when he appeared disbelieving/even disgusted.
Then we move on, skipping past Malificent and the Faeries' gifts part, and to when Aurora, or Briar Rose as she's called at the cottage, is sixteen. This time we see Philip again, all grown up, and close to marrying.
And guess what his hair colour is: brown. Not a light shade of brown; dark brown.
<-- Philip in some lake/river after being thrown off his horse, Samson. And quoth the prince, "No carrots." XD
The fact that someone's hair colour could change between childhood & adulthood was so odd to me (unless he dyed his hair; which I don't think happened during the 14th cenury).
So I shared my discovery with my parents. My mother told me that one of my friends had a similar situation: As a child, he had pretty blond hair, which his mother liked. And as he started growing, his hair colour darkened. Nowadays he has red/reddish-brown hair, to his mother's disappointment.
Just found this rather odd.
I was just flicking through my old Disney movies (boy they were good; better than recent ones. I do like Lilo & Stitch though), when I discovered this.
In Sleeping Beauty, one of my old-time favourites, the beginning shows young Prince Philip going to see his 'future bride' Aurora. I found when he was little, he had blond hair.
<-- Philip looking at the baby 'bride-to-be' :D I found his expression funny when he appeared disbelieving/even disgusted.
Then we move on, skipping past Malificent and the Faeries' gifts part, and to when Aurora, or Briar Rose as she's called at the cottage, is sixteen. This time we see Philip again, all grown up, and close to marrying.
And guess what his hair colour is: brown. Not a light shade of brown; dark brown.<-- Philip in some lake/river after being thrown off his horse, Samson. And quoth the prince, "No carrots." XD
The fact that someone's hair colour could change between childhood & adulthood was so odd to me (unless he dyed his hair; which I don't think happened during the 14th cenury).
So I shared my discovery with my parents. My mother told me that one of my friends had a similar situation: As a child, he had pretty blond hair, which his mother liked. And as he started growing, his hair colour darkened. Nowadays he has red/reddish-brown hair, to his mother's disappointment.
Just found this rather odd.
100 Drabbles: 24. No Time
Couldn't think of anything else for this prompt, other than the Wonderland citizens. Just an average day in Wonderland. Wonderland & co. are characters belonging to the great Lewis Carroll, who wrote Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass.
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24. No Time
“I’m late! Jeepers! I’m so late!” he cried as he ran down the lane.
“What are you late for?” the Hatter asked, sipping his tea.
The White Rabbit turned, impatient. “The Queen’s football matches! Surely you all would come?”
“Hm, we’ll see.” He bit his buttered toast. “More tea, March Hare?”
“Sure,” and the Hare drank his cupful.
The Rabbit thumped the ground, irritant. “Come on then, gentlemen! We must go to the football matches this instant!”
“Why don’t you go ahead? I see you’re already late,” said the Hatter.
And so he was. The Rabbit cried before hopping off.
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24. No Time
“I’m late! Jeepers! I’m so late!” he cried as he ran down the lane.
“What are you late for?” the Hatter asked, sipping his tea.
The White Rabbit turned, impatient. “The Queen’s football matches! Surely you all would come?”
“Hm, we’ll see.” He bit his buttered toast. “More tea, March Hare?”
“Sure,” and the Hare drank his cupful.
The Rabbit thumped the ground, irritant. “Come on then, gentlemen! We must go to the football matches this instant!”
“Why don’t you go ahead? I see you’re already late,” said the Hatter.
And so he was. The Rabbit cried before hopping off.
100 Drabbles: 40. Rated
Ummm supposed to be some movie trailer sounds, methinks. Words in brackets () are the voices of the 'quotes', and words in asterisks * are other sounds. Methinks.
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40. Rated
“(little girl) Mister, where am I?”
“(scary man) Oh, you wouldn’t need to know, dearie” *grins*
“(random scream) OH MY F*CKING GOODNESS IT’S A RABBIT!!”
“DIE YOU SUNNAVA-“*several gunshots*
“Mommy, I’d like some cookies.”
“Jenny, will you marry me?"
“Derek, I don’t think now’s the time – OH EM GEE-!!”
“(in a car) Yea, and I was like – WATCH OUT FOR THAT TREE!!”
“What?!” *crash, tinkle tinkle*
“….What the hell is going on here?”
The Sparkle! Coming Soon to Cinemas near you!
This movie hasn’t been given a rate due to its crazy nature and vague genre boundaries. Do not watch.
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40. Rated
“(little girl) Mister, where am I?”
“(scary man) Oh, you wouldn’t need to know, dearie” *grins*
“(random scream) OH MY F*CKING GOODNESS IT’S A RABBIT!!”
“DIE YOU SUNNAVA-“*several gunshots*
“Mommy, I’d like some cookies.”
“Jenny, will you marry me?"
“Derek, I don’t think now’s the time – OH EM GEE-!!”
“(in a car) Yea, and I was like – WATCH OUT FOR THAT TREE!!”
“What?!” *crash, tinkle tinkle*
“….What the hell is going on here?”
The Sparkle! Coming Soon to Cinemas near you!
This movie hasn’t been given a rate due to its crazy nature and vague genre boundaries. Do not watch.
100 Drabbles: 76. Broken Pieces
76. Broken Pieces
You try to gather the pieces. No matter how you try to put them back together, it cannot be done. You have no glue, or anything to bond these pieces together.
It cannot be done. What’s done is done; you can’t put spilt milk back in its original place. You can stop now.
Yet you persist. You try to put back the shards together, though they fall again, though they cut into your skin.
And you cry as you do so. You cry for your loss, for everything.
For your broken life, love, and soul you can’t put together again.
You try to gather the pieces. No matter how you try to put them back together, it cannot be done. You have no glue, or anything to bond these pieces together.
It cannot be done. What’s done is done; you can’t put spilt milk back in its original place. You can stop now.
Yet you persist. You try to put back the shards together, though they fall again, though they cut into your skin.
And you cry as you do so. You cry for your loss, for everything.
For your broken life, love, and soul you can’t put together again.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
100 Drabbles: 13. Misfortune
Says 'misfortune', so I looked it up for synonyms.. understood what it was (somewhat). I guarantee it's funny (if not, derp).
And I just realised what the number of the prompt word was. :O
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13. Misfortune
“Ooh, a four-leaf clover!” He joyously ran to the garden.
“Hey, watch out –!” but before she finished he had already stepped on a crack. Immediately, a groan was heard from the house.
“Oh no! Mum!” He turned and accidentally fell through under a ladder. The paint bucket atop the ladder shook and fell. He stumbled, blinded, and to her horror she saw him heading toward an inconveniently placed mirror on his way.
“No!” As she shoved him away from the mirror, he fell and broke his teeth. He raised his head, grinning. “I pickt de cover. ‘Salright now, right?”
And I just realised what the number of the prompt word was. :O
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13. Misfortune
“Ooh, a four-leaf clover!” He joyously ran to the garden.
“Hey, watch out –!” but before she finished he had already stepped on a crack. Immediately, a groan was heard from the house.
“Oh no! Mum!” He turned and accidentally fell through under a ladder. The paint bucket atop the ladder shook and fell. He stumbled, blinded, and to her horror she saw him heading toward an inconveniently placed mirror on his way.
“No!” As she shoved him away from the mirror, he fell and broke his teeth. He raised his head, grinning. “I pickt de cover. ‘Salright now, right?”
100 Drabbles: 2. Love
Inspired by 'The Way I Do' by ... uh, I have no idea. It says it's a High School Musical OST (I'm not an entire fan of HSM, like my feelings for Twilight. It's just alright. The first movie of HSM I watched & liked, especially because of the songs. The second was okay. The third I didn't bother watching. But I really like the songs.) *gets blasted anyway by ranting anti-HSM-fans*
I'm getting off track. Song-inspired.
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2. Love
He smiled at her sleeping figure; her head resting on his arm, her body curled up under her. He never realised she would look so sweet, angelic like this.
He could almost remember and hardly believe that he would like her when they first met. She seemed so unbelievable, so different, and yet… yet there was something about her that seemed, what, right?
And now here she was, lying with her head on his arm, like a sleeping baby.
I never thought… I never realised… that I would come to love you. Never thought I would, but… I love you.
I'm getting off track. Song-inspired.
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2. Love
He smiled at her sleeping figure; her head resting on his arm, her body curled up under her. He never realised she would look so sweet, angelic like this.
He could almost remember and hardly believe that he would like her when they first met. She seemed so unbelievable, so different, and yet… yet there was something about her that seemed, what, right?
And now here she was, lying with her head on his arm, like a sleeping baby.
I never thought… I never realised… that I would come to love you. Never thought I would, but… I love you.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Realisation. :0
I just realised.
That I was being a douchebag.
No, really. I mean look at these blogs:
http://blogsofnote.blogspot.com/
(the one I found especially cool was 'Hyperbole and a Half', but that's not the point I'm getting across here)
Thing is, I'm pointlessly spamming my blog with random things, like this.
But maybe that's what makes me the special Admiral Ignorant I am right now. I am, and will always be, a douchebag, and proud to be an ignorant person. (not really, but SHHH D:<)
... Sorry, just needed to rant.
...Somehow Annie Wilkes reminds me of Axis Powers: Hetalia's Russia/Belarus... Don't ask why. She just does.
That I was being a douchebag.
No, really. I mean look at these blogs:
http://blogsofnote.blogspot.com/
(the one I found especially cool was 'Hyperbole and a Half', but that's not the point I'm getting across here)
Thing is, I'm pointlessly spamming my blog with random things, like this.
But maybe that's what makes me the special Admiral Ignorant I am right now. I am, and will always be, a douchebag, and proud to be an ignorant person. (not really, but SHHH D:<)
... Sorry, just needed to rant.
...Somehow Annie Wilkes reminds me of Axis Powers: Hetalia's Russia/Belarus... Don't ask why. She just does.
100 Drabbles: 79. Starvation
I'm reading 'Misery' by Stephen King... Loving it so far. As a fellow writer I felt sorry for Paul Sheldon, and almost felt heartbroken when he was forced to burn the only copy of his newest book.
But this is just the beginning (only began it yesterday); should be more exciting events soon! :D
So, yea. This drabble was partially inspired by one of the scenes I've encountered so far. Don't say I copied it off, because I didn't, I swear, please.
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79. Starvation
“Please… PLEASE!” he rattled the cuffs ferociously. His eyes were almost in tears, and his stomach, twisting, screamed.
She, his saviour, on the other hand, looked at him blankly, as if silently pondering whether to torture some more or let him off.
Either way, he broke down into rather pride-breaking sobs. He had none now; it’d shattered weeks ago. “P-please… I-I’m dying.”
“No you’re not,” but she appeared sympathetic.
After a few more painful seconds, the gut-wrenching scent arrived. He forced himself to be patient as the spoon came to him; and he swallowed rapidly, greedily, almost dirtily.
“Good boy.”
But this is just the beginning (only began it yesterday); should be more exciting events soon! :D
So, yea. This drabble was partially inspired by one of the scenes I've encountered so far. Don't say I copied it off, because I didn't, I swear, please.
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79. Starvation
“Please… PLEASE!” he rattled the cuffs ferociously. His eyes were almost in tears, and his stomach, twisting, screamed.
She, his saviour, on the other hand, looked at him blankly, as if silently pondering whether to torture some more or let him off.
Either way, he broke down into rather pride-breaking sobs. He had none now; it’d shattered weeks ago. “P-please… I-I’m dying.”
“No you’re not,” but she appeared sympathetic.
After a few more painful seconds, the gut-wrenching scent arrived. He forced himself to be patient as the spoon came to him; and he swallowed rapidly, greedily, almost dirtily.
“Good boy.”
Monday, September 20, 2010
100 Drabbles: 43. Dying
FFFF probably my worst drabble ever. But this scenario just hit me like BAM while watching the telly and begged me to be written. And this was the only word which seemed to somehow fit. (the other option was Sacrifice, but SHHH D:<)
And onto the drabble.
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43. Dying
“…B-but, it can’t be possible. Both can’t…”
“It is, I’m afraid,” the doctor answered solemnly. “A queer situation; never seen one like it.”
A pair of twins lying on separate beds. Apparently a condition where one must die for the other to live.
“I-I’m sorry, ma’am, but there’s no other way. You can’t have both.”
Her heart broke at the thought of only one surviving, and couldn’t keep her beloveds alive.
“…I can’t. I can’t think.”
The doctor sighed. “I guess we should wait and see how it turns out.”
Later, one screen flat-lined. The other’s heartbeat slowly began rising.
And onto the drabble.
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43. Dying
“…B-but, it can’t be possible. Both can’t…”
“It is, I’m afraid,” the doctor answered solemnly. “A queer situation; never seen one like it.”
A pair of twins lying on separate beds. Apparently a condition where one must die for the other to live.
“I-I’m sorry, ma’am, but there’s no other way. You can’t have both.”
Her heart broke at the thought of only one surviving, and couldn’t keep her beloveds alive.
“…I can’t. I can’t think.”
The doctor sighed. “I guess we should wait and see how it turns out.”
Later, one screen flat-lined. The other’s heartbeat slowly began rising.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Digital Camera Shutter Speed + Germano/Anglophile
... All the others in Photography class have more expensive & professional cameras than mine. Mine is a simple Samsung ES10.
This week's homework: take a photo of something in motion/ with high/low shutter speed.
One major problem; I cannot find my shutter speed controller. I only just started this activity after all; how should I know all about my camera? Plus I think I may have lost my user manual...
Oh well. All I have now is my timer (which I frankly hate) and zooming in with clicking.
I just found out my tripod can expand(?!)! :D
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I know I'm spamming my blog. It's all pointless. But I want to rant anyway.
I just discovered a new word (or words) while searching for pedophobia (not pedophilia, mind you). It was 'Germanophile' and 'Anglophile' (and Francophile too, but SHHH D:<) Not to be confused with 'Germanophobe' and 'Anglophobe', which are its antonyms, respectively (and Francophobe, but SHHH D:<)
A Germanophile/Anglophile is a person who is fond of German/English culture/people/in general,and not someone who molests the nations I mean- never mind.
So, yes, I was beginning to wonder if I have become one. Ever since Hetalia came out, my brain has beenraped hacked. All I think about is that. And I love England and Germany so much I think I may have become an Anglophile or a Germanophile. Well, not a severe one, but one falling to its plague. I am even considering going to the UK for university/college. Or at least somewhere nice (am I an Europhile now? XD)
...Just suddenly discovered something random on Wikipedia. While looking at the page 'Koreanophile/Korean Wave', I suddenly saw a link to 'British Invasion'. Obviously I was thinking wrong, but went there no less due to curiosity. Saw that it was about the Beatles et al., not a nation invading another country.
Brother: You were thinking wrong; WAY wrong.
Me: How do you know?
Brother: You were thinking 'weird' thoughts, I can tell.
Me: Really? *starts to think 'weird' thoughts, or: "Durr hurr"*
Brother: NO DO NOT ADULTERATE THE INTERNET WITH YOUR FOUL MIND!! *shoves a chunk of spaghetti down my throat*
This week's homework: take a photo of something in motion/ with high/low shutter speed.
One major problem; I cannot find my shutter speed controller. I only just started this activity after all; how should I know all about my camera? Plus I think I may have lost my user manual...
Oh well. All I have now is my timer (which I frankly hate) and zooming in with clicking.
I just found out my tripod can expand(?!)! :D
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I know I'm spamming my blog. It's all pointless. But I want to rant anyway.
I just discovered a new word (or words) while searching for pedophobia (not pedophilia, mind you). It was 'Germanophile' and 'Anglophile' (and Francophile too, but SHHH D:<) Not to be confused with 'Germanophobe' and 'Anglophobe', which are its antonyms, respectively (and Francophobe, but SHHH D:<)
A Germanophile/Anglophile is a person who is fond of German/English culture/people/in general,
So, yes, I was beginning to wonder if I have become one. Ever since Hetalia came out, my brain has been
...Just suddenly discovered something random on Wikipedia. While looking at the page 'Koreanophile/Korean Wave', I suddenly saw a link to 'British Invasion'. Obviously I was thinking wrong, but went there no less due to curiosity. Saw that it was about the Beatles et al., not a nation invading another country.
Brother: You were thinking wrong; WAY wrong.
Me: How do you know?
Brother: You were thinking 'weird' thoughts, I can tell.
Me: Really? *starts to think 'weird' thoughts, or: "Durr hurr"*
Brother: NO DO NOT ADULTERATE THE INTERNET WITH YOUR FOUL MIND!! *shoves a chunk of spaghetti down my throat*
100 Drabbles: 27. Foreign
I only used France as the country because that was the only foreign language I was comfortable in. I don't want to make any errors for other countries (Italy was an option, but no, I haven't taken that course yet)
Just a side note.
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27. Foreign
Great, lost in some country with language I can’t speak. Can this get any worse? She growled, flipping through her tour guidebook, trying to find where she was.
In the end, she asked a passerby. “E-excuse me?”
He turned, smiling pleasantly. “Oui, mademoiselle ?”
Crap. He speaks French. “U-um, o-où est, uh, ici ?"
He prattled in French, which befuddled her. Then he seemed to realise she didn’t understand him. “You, euh, tourist?”
“Y-yes,” she answered, surprised.
He spoke slowly in English, explaining directions and so on. She thanked him as she ran off, “Merci !” He merely smiled and waved.
Just a side note.
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27. Foreign
Great, lost in some country with language I can’t speak. Can this get any worse? She growled, flipping through her tour guidebook, trying to find where she was.
In the end, she asked a passerby. “E-excuse me?”
He turned, smiling pleasantly. “Oui, mademoiselle ?”
Crap. He speaks French. “U-um, o-où est, uh, ici ?"
He prattled in French, which befuddled her. Then he seemed to realise she didn’t understand him. “You, euh, tourist?”
“Y-yes,” she answered, surprised.
He spoke slowly in English, explaining directions and so on. She thanked him as she ran off, “Merci !” He merely smiled and waved.
100 Drabbles: 23. Cat
23. Cat
“Let’s play ‘guess the animal’!” the teacher cried. The children sang in unison.
“Right. My ears are pointy and I purr when I’m happy. What am I?”
“A dog!” one shouted, which almost caused the teacher to fall over.
She tried to compose herself. “…No, it’s not a dog. It purrs.”
“A rabbit!”
She frowned. “No, not a rabbit. Um, it hunts for mice.”
“It’s an owl!”
“It’s not an owl!” Were the kids this stupid? “Okay, last one; it likes milk and fish.”
“A pig!”
The teacher sank her head in her hands. And outside a cat laughed silently.
“Let’s play ‘guess the animal’!” the teacher cried. The children sang in unison.
“Right. My ears are pointy and I purr when I’m happy. What am I?”
“A dog!” one shouted, which almost caused the teacher to fall over.
She tried to compose herself. “…No, it’s not a dog. It purrs.”
“A rabbit!”
She frowned. “No, not a rabbit. Um, it hunts for mice.”
“It’s an owl!”
“It’s not an owl!” Were the kids this stupid? “Okay, last one; it likes milk and fish.”
“A pig!”
The teacher sank her head in her hands. And outside a cat laughed silently.
100 Drabbles: 14. Smile
14. Smile
He manically laughed as he finished his story. “Wasn’t that hilarious?”
She nodded, but didn’t laugh. In fact, she seemed as expressionless as ever.
He sighed. “No, really; what makes you laugh, or at least smile?”
She shrugged silently.
“I bet you’re pretty when you smile.”
She blushed, but said nothing.
He sighed, getting up and giving up. Then he slipped. BANG. “Ow!” he groaned, “What the fu-?!”
Abruptly he heard someone giggling. He turned just in time to see her mouth flash into a smile before composing herself.
And he grinned. “Told you you’d be pretty when you smiled.”
He manically laughed as he finished his story. “Wasn’t that hilarious?”
She nodded, but didn’t laugh. In fact, she seemed as expressionless as ever.
He sighed. “No, really; what makes you laugh, or at least smile?”
She shrugged silently.
“I bet you’re pretty when you smile.”
She blushed, but said nothing.
He sighed, getting up and giving up. Then he slipped. BANG. “Ow!” he groaned, “What the fu-?!”
Abruptly he heard someone giggling. He turned just in time to see her mouth flash into a smile before composing herself.
And he grinned. “Told you you’d be pretty when you smiled.”
100 Drabbles: 38. Abandoned
38. Abandoned
“D-don’t leave me… please…”
Because you’re the one…
I try to hold you back, but you continue to leave. I grasp onto your sleeve, begging, weeping, asking why; but you do not answer. Is this how it’s all going to end?
“Why? At least let me know why…!”
This time you turn around, but only give me a cold glare before stalking off. My grip loosens unknowingly. I cry out for you, but you are already gone, long gone.
And I am alone, beating the ground for you, weeping.
Because you’re the only one who makes me feel this way…
“D-don’t leave me… please…”
Because you’re the one…
I try to hold you back, but you continue to leave. I grasp onto your sleeve, begging, weeping, asking why; but you do not answer. Is this how it’s all going to end?
“Why? At least let me know why…!”
This time you turn around, but only give me a cold glare before stalking off. My grip loosens unknowingly. I cry out for you, but you are already gone, long gone.
And I am alone, beating the ground for you, weeping.
Because you’re the only one who makes me feel this way…
100 Drabbles: 9. Drive
9. Drive
“Slow down, you douche!”
He grinned back at them, which elicited more cries of dismay around him, all anxious of where he was heading with these skills. “Well, you guys probably need to get used to this; I’m not slowing down for you!”
“Just ‘cause you got your driver’s license yesterday, it doesn’t mean you can plough right through the traffic!”
“Really? I thought it was.” He turned around once more, which caused cacophonous shrieks.
“Look in front of you, moron!” one hollered, grabbing his friend for dear life.
“I’m going to feel sick…!” And more screaming and puking ensued.
“Slow down, you douche!”
He grinned back at them, which elicited more cries of dismay around him, all anxious of where he was heading with these skills. “Well, you guys probably need to get used to this; I’m not slowing down for you!”
“Just ‘cause you got your driver’s license yesterday, it doesn’t mean you can plough right through the traffic!”
“Really? I thought it was.” He turned around once more, which caused cacophonous shrieks.
“Look in front of you, moron!” one hollered, grabbing his friend for dear life.
“I’m going to feel sick…!” And more screaming and puking ensued.
100 Drabbles: 3. Light
Started this a few days ago... going to make one drabble a day :D
Based on the 100 themes thing... Original drabble style! (100 words exact)
Characters included will most likely not be any character from a fandom... unless I say so otherwise. Names will not be included, so think what you like.
NOTE: These will not be done in the prompts' original order, so the numbers may be random.
And onto the drabble.
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3. Light
He was humming a tune as he lay on the grass. She liked what she heard, and asked about it.
“What is the song called?” She asked curiously.
He looked at her, smiling. “Oh, this? Just some random tune; I just made it up as I went along; all spontaneous. But, I can turn it into a song for you if you like.”
He loved it when she smiled so joyously, and so he added words to his tune.
“And I need not cry any more, I need not fight. For you’re the reason I live; you are my light.”
Based on the 100 themes thing... Original drabble style! (100 words exact)
Characters included will most likely not be any character from a fandom... unless I say so otherwise. Names will not be included, so think what you like.
NOTE: These will not be done in the prompts' original order, so the numbers may be random.
And onto the drabble.
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3. Light
He was humming a tune as he lay on the grass. She liked what she heard, and asked about it.
“What is the song called?” She asked curiously.
He looked at her, smiling. “Oh, this? Just some random tune; I just made it up as I went along; all spontaneous. But, I can turn it into a song for you if you like.”
He loved it when she smiled so joyously, and so he added words to his tune.
“And I need not cry any more, I need not fight. For you’re the reason I live; you are my light.”
Squiby?
... So should I or shouldn't I?
As in 'should I make an account and have a Hetalia adoptable, or shouldn't I?'
HMMMM....
It's all very tempting.
Well, I did make a story or something like that of having a Hetalia unit at home (if you don't know what that is, here's a link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5789490/1/The_bHetalia_b_Guide_and_Maintenance_bManual_b), but it may/may not be different...
I have no idea. I'm so indecisive.
...
Shortest post ever! :O
As in 'should I make an account and have a
HMMMM....
It's all very tempting.
Well, I did make a story or something like that of having a Hetalia unit at home (if you don't know what that is, here's a link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5789490/1/The_bHetalia_b_Guide_and_Maintenance_bManual_b), but it may/may not be different...
I have no idea. I'm so indecisive.
...
Shortest post ever! :O
Friday, September 17, 2010
Photography Class
Began photography class and just had the second lesson yesterday! As homework we all need to take & find one best picture so we can critique it for next class.
This is a photo I took in my front garden. They said it was good! :D
The tower in the corner... It's the Eiffel Tower! XD And I'm joking; no I sadly do not live in Paris.
Monday, September 13, 2010
School, Procrastination, & (Military) Uniforms
One great thing about school this year is that in Social Studies, we're going to learn about *drumroll* PRUSSIA! The nation of awesomesauce.
Thing is, not yet; we need to get past France's Louis XIV, and then sometime later we'll get to Prussia.
Can't wait! :D
And after the Absolute Monarchs, we'll get to the revolution. THE FRENCH REVOLUTION. NAPOLEON BONAPARTE. WHOOPEEE!!! XD
Somehow, despite not knowing much about him yet, he's my role model. Despite his *ahem* physical stature, he was close to dominating the world or whatnot.
PARDON MY IGNORANCE. I am, after all, Admiral Ignorant, the (awesome) hero who lives under a rock and doesn't know even half of the current events.
And now, procrastination.
It wasn't a habit before. And now it's plaguing me.
Teachers are telling us to post stuff online or whatnot. Don't they know that the internet & computer are weapons of mass distraction?! (not destruction, mind you)
Stupid science write-up/exam is due on what, Thursday morning, before class starts.
And I need to make a report about a local government article around my area.
Politics and economics aren't my thing, people! D8 I thoroughly enjoy history and creative subjects, however! XD
I was looking for a list of hats, and I found this while googling.
http://www.hat.com/
Awesomesauce or what? XD Can't buy them though... no money.
I saw 'Shutter Island' yesterday. One memorable (though not major) scene was the overhead shot of the dying German soldier in the office (German, supposedly).
Apologies to avid Nazism haters and people who actively hate WWII... But it's just I find uniforms fascinating. It was a nicely taken scene, too.
Admiral Ignorant is currently interested in uniforms, but admits to have not yet studied about the Second War. Wants to, very much. But unless I take the course when I'm in my last grade (which, my teachers have warned, contains lots and lots of essay-writing), I wouldn't go near that subject.
I do not support Nazism/Fascism, or the cruelty of the war & concentration camps, mind you. I am simply interested in the uniform; design and all.
Which may be why I like Ludwig and Hetalia so much. Derp.
...It may even be that I have a uniform fetish *shot*
Not of the sexual kind, no, not really *SHOT*
And I'll shut up now.
Admiral Ignorant, over and out!
Thing is, not yet; we need to get past France's Louis XIV, and then sometime later we'll get to Prussia.
Can't wait! :D
And after the Absolute Monarchs, we'll get to the revolution. THE FRENCH REVOLUTION. NAPOLEON BONAPARTE. WHOOPEEE!!! XD
Somehow, despite not knowing much about him yet, he's my role model. Despite his *ahem* physical stature, he was close to dominating the world or whatnot.
PARDON MY IGNORANCE. I am, after all, Admiral Ignorant, the (awesome) hero who lives under a rock and doesn't know even half of the current events.
And now, procrastination.
It wasn't a habit before. And now it's plaguing me.
Teachers are telling us to post stuff online or whatnot. Don't they know that the internet & computer are weapons of mass distraction?! (not destruction, mind you)
Stupid science write-up/exam is due on what, Thursday morning, before class starts.
And I need to make a report about a local government article around my area.
Politics and economics aren't my thing, people! D8 I thoroughly enjoy history and creative subjects, however! XD
I was looking for a list of hats, and I found this while googling.
http://www.hat.com/
Awesomesauce or what? XD Can't buy them though... no money.
I saw 'Shutter Island' yesterday. One memorable (though not major) scene was the overhead shot of the dying German soldier in the office (German, supposedly).
Apologies to avid Nazism haters and people who actively hate WWII... But it's just I find uniforms fascinating. It was a nicely taken scene, too.
Admiral Ignorant is currently interested in uniforms, but admits to have not yet studied about the Second War. Wants to, very much. But unless I take the course when I'm in my last grade (which, my teachers have warned, contains lots and lots of essay-writing), I wouldn't go near that subject.
I do not support Nazism/Fascism, or the cruelty of the war & concentration camps, mind you. I am simply interested in the uniform; design and all.
Which may be why I like Ludwig and Hetalia so much. Derp.
...It may even be that I have a uniform fetish *shot*
Not of the sexual kind, no, not really *SHOT*
And I'll shut up now.
Admiral Ignorant, over and out!
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Internet no like me D:
A better grammar translation: Internet doesn't like me.
It's either that, or I'm cursed by Brittania Angel (which I wonder why he would)
Every link I go to is broken, or will not show pictures.
I went to Manga Fox, and none of the scans show up.
What's wrong with me? D:
I'm not updating anything.
Progress is slow.
I've secluded myself.
I'm not getting enough exercise
I'm about to return to school.
My little RevoIggy and RevoAlfie are staging their own battles, with PruSS commentating.
Everyone in Box1 are starting to fight and get restless and are planning to attack on the younger ones in Box2.
Sey-chan wants to glomp on younger RevoIggy.
Talya/Bela is either salvaging or savaging around her area, Box2, for her brother.
Rommy Gramps and Germmy Gramps are planning to take their kids to their elopement.
Brittania Angie is either cursing or sprinkling confetti on random people, claiming to be Fairy Godmother/Godfather or something.
Vashie/Switza is about to shoot anyone who comes near Liechta.
And, well, internet doesn't work.
...
...
BAWWWW D: XD
It's either that, or I'm cursed by Brittania Angel (which I wonder why he would)
Every link I go to is broken, or will not show pictures.
I went to Manga Fox, and none of the scans show up.
What's wrong with me? D:
I'm not updating anything.
Progress is slow.
I've secluded myself.
I'm not getting enough exercise
I'm about to return to school.
My little RevoIggy and RevoAlfie are staging their own battles, with PruSS commentating.
Everyone in Box1 are starting to fight and get restless and are planning to attack on the younger ones in Box2.
Sey-chan wants to glomp on younger RevoIggy.
Talya/Bela is either salvaging or savaging around her area, Box2, for her brother.
Rommy Gramps and Germmy Gramps are planning to take their kids to their elopement.
Brittania Angie is either cursing or sprinkling confetti on random people, claiming to be Fairy Godmother/Godfather or something.
Vashie/Switza is about to shoot anyone who comes near Liechta.
And, well, internet doesn't work.
...
...
BAWWWW D: XD
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
APH Drabble: Don't You Dare
I made a drabble (the original version, as in 100 words exactly). It was for the Hetalia meme I did a while ago.
Apologies for the EpicFail!Drabble. Plus it has crack & (most probably) OOC-ness in it.
But enough of my monologues and let's get started.
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“You wouldn’t dare,” Switzerland snapped.
“Oh yes I would,” Russia smiled.
“No you won’t!”
“Yes I would!” And he started to advance on him.
“No, Ivan, don’t-!” But he was pressed down onto the sofa, being covered in kisses. Switzerland struggled, being crushed by the weight and built of the greater man.
Russia would’ve taken him then and there if it wasn’t for the distinctive sound of a gun clicking. He looked up to see Switzerland glaring at him, holding the gun at Russia’s forehead.
“I. Said. Stop it,” Switzerland hissed.
Russia then released him, grinning mysteriously, “Maybe next time.”
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Hetalia Children
Perhaps my Hetalia obsession may be going a bit too far.
But yes, I am making children. Hetalia papercraft children! :3 X3 And boy they are fun to do! XD
The first kid I did (May 27) was United States of America, or 'Little Alfie' as I like to call him.
Despite me not particularly liking the character Alfred, I couldn't help but 'aww' at him XD
And then my second child, Rushvan, was born on 18 Jun. I dunno, the name was something like Russia + Ivan or whatnot. It's unique! :D
Poor Alfie felt intimidated when he saw Rushvan. Well, he's the first nation he saw who is taller than him.
Then I made Iggy (so original, I know >.>) . Somehow I scaled him wrong and he turned out bigger than average (I made Alfie my average standard for no particular reason). Oh well, so much the better :D
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Wowie gee, how long was it since I last posted??
It's been so long since I've last posted on my blog, huh? :D
Well, I tend to be on deviantART more now than I should... *haha*
...well, I won't be able to post stuff nowadays either, with several things:
- Science Test (next mon)
- Math Test (soon, in two weeks)
- English Extended Essay on Mackers (final draft due next mon)
- BMA movie (due mon 26th May, before noon - actual movie award event on 14th June)
- Practicing for French DELF (A1 and A2 - on 7th & 8th June, respectively)
and most of all...
- SCHOOL EXAMS!! DX I CAN'T BREATHE!!!
...well, it isn't so stressful as the pressure isn't on yet, but still, the thought of it makes my brain ache. -_-;;;
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Hm... I'm starting to like History nowadays...
and I can thank Hetalia:Axis Powers for that, I guess...
Seriously, Hetalia has affected my brain cells. Every time I think of a country, I think of the character as well.
And I'm starting to obsess over like the country England more than before too... XD >3<
And with a new obsession favourite anime/manga/thing, there comes new FanCharacters/OCs, and pairings. In my case, Yaoi parings! XD *shot*
...Well, technically I don't have a pairing I worship, but I have several favourites:
- GermanyXN.Italy (probably the most common/canon pairing)
- Italycest/N.ItalyXS.Italy (they're brothers, I know. Please don't tell me that I'm an insane person for liking incestuous pedophilia or whatnot, for A: it is not pedophilia; it's a few years' difference; and B: it's fiction.)
- Germanycest/PrussiaXGermany (see above)
- EnglandXFrance (despite having loads of fights against each other, they're my favourite countries... plus there's the common cliche story thingy about two people who seem to be complete opposites ending up being a couple... *shot*)
- EnglandXKorea/RussiaXSwitzerland (...well, for the first time in my life, I really liked crack pairings [especially since I made them *shot*], and despite it most probably never going to happen, I still think it's cute. In an insane way.)
- CanonXOC (as usual... or actual characters with fan-characters, if you want. Sadly Romania & England don't have that many historical interactions [not that I know of anyway; let me know if there are!], or others, so I guess they're in the 'crack' section... -_-;;;)
- Any other pairing involving my favourite characters, such as (top 5):
*England (but not with America, please. Sorry, I don't technically like that pairing)
*Germany Brothers (One's somewhat strict, yet innocent in some aspects; the other is sadistic and slightly braggy, yet loyal)
*Canada (he deserves love. Seriously. He's ignored nearly everywhere)
*France (...he does flirt with everyone though
*Italy Brothers (One's too innocent and naive. The other is grumpy, but still sweet)
...Well, there aren't that many fanfics of my favourite pairings, I think, sadly. For some reason, I don't like USUK/JoKir that much, and well... yea.
...Does anyone know any good fancomics/doujinshis of the above few pairings? I'd like to know or read them. :3
...or Kink Memes? *shot*
... Or may I make a request for anyone who wants to write?? :3
Well, I tend to be on deviantART more now than I should... *haha*
...well, I won't be able to post stuff nowadays either, with several things:
- Science Test (next mon)
- Math Test (soon, in two weeks)
- English Extended Essay on Mackers (final draft due next mon)
- BMA movie (due mon 26th May, before noon - actual movie award event on 14th June)
- Practicing for French DELF (A1 and A2 - on 7th & 8th June, respectively)
and most of all...
- SCHOOL EXAMS!! DX I CAN'T BREATHE!!!
...well, it isn't so stressful as the pressure isn't on yet, but still, the thought of it makes my brain ache. -_-;;;
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Hm... I'm starting to like History nowadays...
and I can thank Hetalia:Axis Powers for that, I guess...
Seriously, Hetalia has affected my brain cells. Every time I think of a country, I think of the character as well.
And I'm starting to
And with a new
...Well, technically I don't have a pairing I worship, but I have several favourites:
- GermanyXN.Italy (probably the most common/canon pairing)
- Italycest/N.ItalyXS.Italy (they're brothers, I know. Please don't tell me that I'm an insane person for liking incestuous pedophilia or whatnot, for A: it is not pedophilia; it's a few years' difference; and B: it's fiction.)
- Germanycest/PrussiaXGermany (see above)
- EnglandXFrance (despite having loads of fights against each other, they're my favourite countries... plus there's the common cliche story thingy about two people who seem to be complete opposites ending up being a couple... *shot*)
- EnglandXKorea/RussiaXSwitzerland (...well, for the first time in my life, I really liked crack pairings [especially since I made them *shot*], and despite it most probably never going to happen, I still think it's cute. In an insane way.)
- CanonXOC (as usual... or actual characters with fan-characters, if you want. Sadly Romania & England don't have that many historical interactions [not that I know of anyway; let me know if there are!], or others, so I guess they're in the 'crack' section... -_-;;;)
- Any other pairing involving my favourite characters, such as (top 5):
*England (but not with America, please. Sorry, I don't technically like that pairing)
*Germany Brothers (One's somewhat strict, yet innocent in some aspects; the other is sadistic and slightly braggy, yet loyal)
*Canada (he deserves love. Seriously. He's ignored nearly everywhere)
*France (...he does flirt with everyone though
*Italy Brothers (One's too innocent and naive. The other is grumpy, but still sweet)
...Well, there aren't that many fanfics of my favourite pairings, I think, sadly. For some reason, I don't like USUK/JoKir that much, and well... yea.
...Does anyone know any good fancomics/doujinshis of the above few pairings? I'd like to know or read them. :3
... Or may I make a request for anyone who wants to write?? :3
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