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if there's one word that can be both the greatest compliment and affront: "human."
Posted on: Wednesday, June 17, 2009
It made me think (,foronce)… Posted at: 8:49 PM if that’s what you would do to someone you loved,
what would you do to someone like me…?” ♣♥ ____________ (god I hate blogger, stupid bloody formatting problems. I'll fix this, don't worry.) Erh I guess it's only fair that I blog, like, enough, so you guys can be filled in on my particularly uninteresting-to-anyone-other-than-moi-life. Insert desired amount of sarcasm and snideness. Anyway, life has been...relatively uneventful. Sometimes I jolt out of my routine and go 'what the hell...' at how mundane it's become. But in truth, my life hasn't rly spiraled to the utterly predictable, it's just that I'm not so caught up in said routine that I actually can... I actually can step out of the circle (if but for a few fleeting moments) and regard my schedule and react appropriately. In SG, while my life was kept on the straight and narrow (except for those times where I skidded off, namely my run ins with Mrs H...), I was so cluttered with studies and CCAs that I never really had time (nor interest) to appraise my surroundings and my school life. Here, on the other hand. Well, I make up for it with reading, music, editing, drawing. In that order. Drawing has taken a HUMONGOUS brunt, I mean seriously I only ever draw in school now. D8 I need to break out of this vicious cycle. Already I am just coming out of my art block, but I don't want to neglect my skillz too, lest they rust...! (damn wtf Firefox doesn't even put the spellcheck alert on 'skillz' anymore...wtf) ANYWAY. A writing exam false alarm, a Science Extension deadline missed (or rather, skipped...), a lot of doodling, an annoying bout of teasing over lunch that I'd dismissed, usual shit going on. No big deal. :3 Reading Poison Apple like a dehydrated camel scarfs water, looking that I've only got ten more chapters to go and responding aptly, 'SHITE.' I tend to sketch according to my current fandom. When I was reading Coexistence is Boredom, I drew a lot of sketches to it (in school). I had, at one point, seriously considered making it a doujinshi (... by me, duh of course ... ), and then I floundered like a fish out of water when I finished reading it's final chapter because DAMN now what do I think about, draw about, consider making doujinshis out of...? Which is where PA stepped in and promptly took on the role of 'Christie's current obsession'. =3 Personally I love it. All traces of 'damn, that's rather OOC don't you think?' has been swept away by the wind like a dandelion's seed-thing. And yes, I have suddenly acquired a thing for metaphors. So back to the point: It's absolute gold, pure fanfuckingtasticfiction. (...which Firefox, again, didn't correct...mygodwtf) I wonder... Today, in the book that we're reading, Bill Kingsley was quite the hero. Stood up and stated his case like he was stating his life in that debate. I wonder what would be the consequence, if in the real world, outside the sheltered studio or stage, what would happen if you were to speak your mind... you'd probably be taken away and castrated or have cunnilingus performed on, in the worst way possible. Because let's face it, a Taliban resides in each of our hearts. a little bit. The motion was that fantasy films and science fiction have little to no relevance to the problems facing today's world. And before you turn to me, shocked, aghast, betrayed: pointing a finger at this twelve year old monstrosity: calling, hooting traitor: hear me out. I will step away from the Opposition, and agree wholeheartedly with that motion like stating my life. I'm not turning my back on everything that makes me an escapist and my love for the word facade. To me, fantasy with relevance in it is like a turn off. I turn to things that don't exist for that fact - to run away from everything that does exist in atoms and hard solid matter. Relevance and preaching morals: please, save that for the fables because that's why the word fables was invented: such tales that hold meaning. I don't want to hold meaning. I don't want to go anywhere near meaning and it's fiends. Everything that I hold near and dear when looking for a way out: relevance is not one of them. Pure gold fantasy, to me, holds no relevance whatsoever, and I like my tayles to stay that way; please. [BONES SHATTER; fall apart and hit. the. floor. if it doesn't but perhaps, human alone isn't enough to stand for a proper remark intended to have impact. Perhaps, if you were looking for something beyond beautiful to say to your lover in your next meeeting, perhaps two simple words would suffice. 'endearingly human.' |
