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tambourines and gas chambers.
Posted on: Friday, May 15, 2009
God take me there, ♥Posted at: 7:59 PM  http://mrcool256.deviantart.com/art/This-Way-to-Heaven-122780301. mrcool lives up to his name; this picture does not belong to me. Hmmmmm de duuuu du dum? I don't know about you. But I think when writing a blogpost, it's more convenient to stick to one kind of topic, one kind of mood. it makes it easier that way. besides, a lot has gone on since my last post, and...yeah. (my parents are arguing right outside the door. my father is harsh and accusing, my mother is doing the high pitched whining and rifle-fast defence statements. ow. i guess i know who to blame when i pull the (disgraceful) but effective high pitch whine tactic, and when i start to retort back with logic that'd make an engineer beg for mercy. heh. ...still. ow.) mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm okay where to start? So many things. I will list down in bulletpoints what I have to blog, so I don't forget. It's what I often do. 1. Fanficccccccccccccccccccccccccs let's go with movies first. this is about a film I saw...on friday. okay, okay, review time. This Friday has been quite the rollercoaster. It's been both lighthearted and devastatingly heartbreaking. We went to watch the boy in the striped pajamas today. oh. my. god. that's the devastatingly heartbreaking part. no, the movie didn't rape the book. it did it damn well justice. to make a point of whether to book was better than the movie or vice versa would not be fair. I can't, like, judge. They were both wonderful, You cannot have one without the other, GOT THAT? the movie seriously was wonderful. it got to me more that the book did, not that that's an indication of which is better. it's just that, for some reason, seeing the tale of these two boys in WW2, in the Nazi's web of lies, in that time, made it so much more real. In Performing Arts today, we learnt a technique called dramatic irony. it's when the audience knows something the actors do not. even without the book's knowledge, i think we all knew that Bruno and Shmuel's friendship would be fatal, very very fatal, that's dramatic irony right thar my friend. we do not all experience love with devastating consequences at one point in another in our lives: some of us, we haven't lived long enough for love to come and touch us. but to touched: in fact, slapped in the face with love like this at the tender age of 8/9 - surely that is either a gift from heaven or a curse from hell. or, or just: perhaps it is both...? The door closed shut, tapered off the ends like their life strings were. Suddenly, of course. The room began filling with something; something thick: Perhaps it was the odd gas/liquid from above, but it could just as well be the collective fear coming from the adults around them. Very possibly the screaming could be taking on a solid shape too, for something was clogging up Bruno's (eyes, nose, mouth) and head and he couldn't think. It was a purplish fog fog fog. Not mist. That was too thin. This was like suffocating cotten. It was purple like his mother's perfume. Perfume... When it came to the point that he couldn't even coordinate his thoughts properly, he still held on to Shmuel's hand, like a little liferaft in the middle of the ocean. And in that moment, nothing and no-one in the whole wide world could ever convince him to let go. 2: Crosscountry. because I NEED to get this off my chest. OHMYGODIT'S TOMORROW LIKE WTF?! ?!?!?!? WTF OH MY GOD PLEASE PLEASE I CAN'T I don't know what! I used to be able to run good. I pushed myself. IT WORKED. IT FREAKIN WORKED. but...butthistime?! I don't know! I keep stopping and attempting to run again. I think it's because I've lost motivation. I don't know.... ffffffffffffffs I AM NOT HAPPY okaypleaseifyouarereligiouscanyouprayformeplz?plzplzplz?puhleeeeeeeeezee i'm begging you i know i can do it but oh my god honing apathy is also a dangerous skill, i can't find my motivation anywhere and YES i looked under the bed ohmygodohmygodohmygod pleasepleasepleaseprayformeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. T__________T ( in extension writing, something very unexpected was asked of us. we had to take a Morro bar, open the wrapper, and JUST STARE AT IT. SRSLY. STARE AND SMELL. STOP AND STARE. AND. NOT. EAT. ఠ_ఠ Omg that Whore!!one!!!eleventy!!!! xDDDDDD ahahaha it was like... the worst of cocoa deprivation. harsh. then we had to write a poem about it. srsly. wtf I love raroa ♥ ) CurrentDrug; Pianoman - Billy Joel, Culling of the Fold - The Decemberists. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmMMMMM I just attempted to listen to Kanye West. Couldn't take it anymore. opened up another song in the VLC player, lol. /random « perhaps we all see in cheap contact lenses while the blessed see in kaldeosciope eyes and collect crystal shards of shattered rainbow glass, while live the world in 50% black and white? but that is just a perhaps. » and maybejustmaybe the ones with eyes so mysteriously beautifully wide and wonderful and colourful live in only a mess of black raven hair, white shirts and whiter skin, and old levis? maybe those black holes only conceal the tiny pond of rainbow blood and sacrifice underneath. and maybe that grey gravestone is there to hide the 'what could be', to add white, to add light to that hue of colors and complete it, to emcompass it- but it all just fell apart. and so the rainbow faded away, but rainbows do. oh, but don't bring that up, the glaring blinding sun is here. please, pleasedon'tbringthatup. → ♪ ُےٍ؛ℓℓ, → ♪ ُےٍ؛ℓℓ, speaking of music:, And I don't want the world to see me, because they'd take forever to understand. When everything's made to be broken, I'd very much like you to just know who I am: but how can that happen, when I don't even know... (and neither can you fight the tears that ain't coming, or the moment of truth in your lies when every single thing feels like the silver screen you bleed just to know you're in love.) disclaimer: the aforementioned beauty belongs to the goo goo dolls. The only thing more beautiful than waking up to find grey rain drops splattering ungraciously against your window is to toss out of the duvets at night and find the wind slapping like paper wings outside your window, making the most wonderful comfort. perhaps that is just me. i hope, it is just me. rain is my secret lover. today the whether was very temperamental. kept changing between howling full speed and slowing to a frosty crawl (haha I FEEL YOUR PAIN, rain! that's how I feel when I run). When it was going full strength, though, you could see gussets of wind/cloud in bursts across the pane. It was messy with only stark strokes of white to indicate waterdrops. ...Like how it was in episode 25. the only thing that was missing were the bells that never rang. ... perhaps i should stop letting my fandoms control my life, and release their vice grip just a bit. ... NAH 8D oh! SPEAKING OF FANDOMS. -girly giggle- everybody needs one: a tambourine moment. tambourines have quickly become quite the fetish of mine, recently. I've fallen in love with them, for they r: teh epitome of...secksyness. SO YES. TIME. TO MOVE ON... WITH THE YAOI! ( oh, how I love making a sobering post then ending with good ol' mansex. ) I have gone FF hunting for the longest time I remember...it's good to stretch my predatory hunting skills again. Found some real gems of Mikalight. Forgot how wonderful this little twisted pairing was. Oh my god, I'm in love with it. ♥ now I know what it's like to be in a situation where sometimes, a little affair is needed to stick with your OTP. haha. Thin Line DOUBT the pairing? read this! :D Screw presents under the tree. I want a fic in my honor instead. Busted - one of the most chilling. i adore this, seriously. IT EVEN HAS MIKAMIxMATSU ♥ Go ahead, find your own diamonds. Or bloodstones. Or whatever. And be sure to check out Tales. I haven't finished reading all her stuff yet but...OH GOD. FLUFF. -tackleglomps- umokayineedtogosleepnow. it's ten o clock. tomorrow is crosscountry. wish the stars are in my favor tonight and tomorrow, please. |
