Another beautiful yet terrible Sunday.
Of course, part of the best days of the week - the weekend.
When you think 'weekend', would you normally think days out in the sun, blowing dandelion seeds and playing soccer, bicycle helmets laying around?
But, sadly, when you come to the 21st century, life for teenagers doesn't go that way.
To sum it up, here I am, in my house, typing up on the computer a post nobody will ever read, and also watching some terribly random Japanese TV drama. I've got the cell phone lying right there (though I won't get a call at 10 pm at night).
So we truly live in the WTF life - Wikipedia, Twitter and Facebook. No, I live in the WSF life - Wikipedia, Shelfari and Facebook. Maybe Chatzy. Who knows?
(Not Blogger, lol. Sadness.)
Anyways, I wanted to spread out the word about the TV drama I'm watching:
早海さんと呼ばれる日(はやみさんとよばれるひ)
Hayamisantoyobareruhi, in romaji.
It's a TV show about a upbeat girl from a rich family who got married to someone whose family isn't as great.
Hahaha, that rec was random.
Anyways, today I went to Nightlock Recs and saw my name on there.
To be more precise, it was a self-rec thing.
The thing is, I didn't do it, lol.
I did recommend a few other fics as Weekly Fan Rec but nothing else.
Well, that's stalkerish.
And weird.
Someone's a stalllker. :)
Also read a poem by Tay (on Shelfari) and was literally rofling about the room.
Shrek makes candles out of earwax.
That in itself is hilarious.
Tay is a genius.
Okay, my rambling done.
Now, onto something serious.
I'm doing FAWM!
With Helen, hehe.
She says I should do it to kick her backside.
I don't think I will. At all.
She's way to genius.
So, two geniuses I have refound today - Tay and Helen.
Hehehe.
Okay, my rambling truly done.
Tim Tam Slam.
This is quite a bizarre and small(for now)collection of my random ranting. The rubbish can is right there to your right, please don't ruin the comments sections with your flames. I'm just a typical girl you can find down any street - not worth your abuse.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
The Song Musing Part I
I was listening to Paradise by Coldplay just a few minutes ago.
(Oh, and please do Google the song up, it is really fantastic.)
And so there were a few lyrics that drew my attention as usual.
When she was just a girl, she expected the world - but it flew away from her reach, so she ran away in her sleep.
(Basic meaning: there was a girl, she expected the world to be at her fingers, but it ruined her whatever, so she dreamed of paradise in her sleep.)
I think I'm quite like that.
My life isn't perfect, which isn't surprising at all. Nobody's lives are perfect. Perfection is pursued by many and achieved only for a period of time in our lives. Then, we return to the imperfection again.
My dreams really show who I am. Or so I think. When I was small, I wanted to be a princess. And so I dreamed of castles and cake with every meal. That's typical, isn't it? But I really don't know what I'm dreaming these days. You know how you wake up, and a small part of it is glued in your memory, tugging at you, teasing you to try to remember? That's what happens everyday. I hate it.
Dreams take up a long time of your daily hours if you really think about it. I mean, if we sleep for, say, 8 hours, I think my dreams occur half of that time. It continues as soon as I close my eyes after I wake up at 3 am in the morning. They can be pleasant, but most of the time, it makes my heart pound even after I wake up, paralyzed with fear.
So that was my random musing, part I.
(Oh, and please do Google the song up, it is really fantastic.)
And so there were a few lyrics that drew my attention as usual.
When she was just a girl, she expected the world - but it flew away from her reach, so she ran away in her sleep.
(Basic meaning: there was a girl, she expected the world to be at her fingers, but it ruined her whatever, so she dreamed of paradise in her sleep.)
I think I'm quite like that.
My life isn't perfect, which isn't surprising at all. Nobody's lives are perfect. Perfection is pursued by many and achieved only for a period of time in our lives. Then, we return to the imperfection again.
My dreams really show who I am. Or so I think. When I was small, I wanted to be a princess. And so I dreamed of castles and cake with every meal. That's typical, isn't it? But I really don't know what I'm dreaming these days. You know how you wake up, and a small part of it is glued in your memory, tugging at you, teasing you to try to remember? That's what happens everyday. I hate it.
Dreams take up a long time of your daily hours if you really think about it. I mean, if we sleep for, say, 8 hours, I think my dreams occur half of that time. It continues as soon as I close my eyes after I wake up at 3 am in the morning. They can be pleasant, but most of the time, it makes my heart pound even after I wake up, paralyzed with fear.
So that was my random musing, part I.
Aftermath is Secondary - Harry Potter Comes First
Just had to, sorry :3
What does music cause me?
Music causes me pain. Music causes me to rejoice. Tears. Breakdowns. Happy dances in random meadows. Obsession. Ranting. Anything and everything that comes with human life, I suppose.
And I'm sure all of us have met across music at some point in our life. Well, most of us. As in, 99% most of us (us meaning our awesome internet using selves). We may get obsessed. We may throw the CD and step on it shrieking why the hell we even bothered to buy it(well, why the hell did you bother to ruin it?). We might just use music as mirror to our moods. Sometimes it might be inspiration to our minds; hope to our souls. Music does a lot of things.
My life has really revolved around music, in a way. Or, in better, more fitting words, music has always been there for me. When I come home from school, I quickly turn on the computer and click open some playlist of the week. In all my moods, music was never the problem.
The thing is, I hate it when people diss my music interests. Just because they don't like them, or just because I listened to a single song. They don't really care what it is. As long as it's music THEY don't like, to the rubbish it goes.
That's exactly what has already happened to me numerous times already. At least my mum only judges my music on loudness (she hates anything that has some similarity to rock or heavy metal), and my dad just hates all the music I like (he's not a music person so), and I don't really care anyways because they don't rant at me about how they hate my music.
Though, I've got this one friend. Let's just say that I'll never show her my blog. Of course, she's my friend, I don't hate her, she's a good person in general, and she's not really mean normally - not that she's actually mean when she rants to me. But, it just irks me.
So, I sit down on the computer, type up a letter telling her my playlist (because she has an obsession with seeing if I've got Justin Bieber on my playlists or not) and then click send. And wait. Few hours (or days) later, a reply comes back. First time I sent her a playlist email, the playlist had Britney Spears and some other 'famous rich lip-synching pop stars who never change' on it. Immediately, she exploded, and started telling me how pop stars are so overrated, all that blah, about how they basically autotune all of their songs and mooch money off of fans. Then, she gives a long list of examples of all the pop stars who overdo it, and then tells me that the Pop singers these days are so ten years ago. Of course, from there, she talks about how the musicians and bands she like are famous for their talents, not just because they're the hottest thing on Billboards. Of course, I like a few of her music interests. But, I mean, up till around last year or so, she was extremely addicted to Katy Perry. Before that, she was interested in all kinds of things - Avril Lavigne, Miley Cyrus, all those people.
I mean, I don't have a problem with her ranting to me about those things. She keeps her opinion, I can't argue at her to change her mind about the current music life. But, when people diss off your interests, nobody's going to be happy no matter how forgiving they are. Really, you'll be at least the slightest bit annoyed.
Next thing is Harry Potter.
I've loved Harry Potter since I was able to read - from a young time, in shortened words. It's a large part of of my life, and I would never be myself without my obsession. But you know when people say that, Harry Potter is over, J.K.Rowling is going to die someday, who knows if it will be considered a classic - all those things.
I really don't care if it's considered 'over'. Sure, the movies are all out, books all out, and J.K.Rowling moving on from the boy wizard. But, alike to what Rick Riordan wrote in Percy Jackson about how immortals 'die'(fade) from existance just because people have stopped believing in them. It's kind of true, partially. As long as we fans continue on, Harry Potter will keep Marching On. That's what I believe.
And even though what people point out is true - J.K.Rowling isn't a Goddess and will die, and it's not yet decided if Harry Potter is a classic. Still, haters - you don't need to point it out to us. We know. We understand. We are ignorant. That's what fans are, right?
So long good bye to my random ranting.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Never Doubt You Were Loved, a harry potter fanfic - FanFiction.Net
Never Doubt You Were Loved, a harry potter fanfic - FanFiction.Net
My submission for Shelfari.com/groups/22720 's Library FF contest. Please read it - I have to admit it wasn't that bad and is quite short in case you hate my writing, lol.
Oh, and check out my other fanfiction as well!
Friday, January 6, 2012
Matched - Review
It is very strange, for me to rant about maybe possibly the worst book ever (next to Disney books and BBC, of course - no, Twilight isn't that bad) on my first post. Maybe, just maybe, I made this blog because I wanted to say a million times about obvious things. But, I'll credit Helen - she is my inspiration for making this blog. Please take a look at: www.flipflyfall.blogspot.com! She's amazing.
Matched
Author: Ally Condie
Main Character(s): Cassia Reyes, Ky Markham
Book Summary: Cassia has always trusted the society's choices. And when her best friend appears on the Matching screen, she is sure that he is the one...until she sees another face flash for an instant before the screen goes black. Now she is faced with two impossible choices - Xander and Ky between the only life she's known and a path no one dares follow...between perfection and passion.
YABad Romance
I started out reading Matched, and 'Oh, this is okay' and 'At least no HG ripping off' was running through my mind. But, later, after slowly coursing through the book, I start getting annoyed with Ally Condie and eventually Cassia.
It's really typical - there's a teenager girl, she has to marry or date some guy her parents chose for her, but she likes some guy she's forbidden to meet. Things happen from there - the chosen guy is portrayed as the bad guy, the forbidden guy, however, is the hottest guy on the planet and is perfect in every single way except for the fact that her parents don't like him. They fight for 'love', whatever, end. They marry,have vampire children.
Matched is just that. It describes this troubled girl who's falling in love with Ky, the good-yet-forbidden. Xander is completely tossed to the side, and Ally Condie make the two have all these touching moments. Ky shows her how to write, touches her hand, holds her hand, touches her face, and makes you scream 'Kiss the darn girl already!'. The 'Society' is, as said, 'totalitarian goverment'. Perfect, yet, it's completely different from the current world. No sickness, people die on their 80th birthdays. All that.
The thing is, I hate these types of forbidden romances. They call it YA, while I think of it as the same level as those erotica novels you find in supermarkets.
Most hated part - Xander, the supposingly good guy, is ignored. Throughout the book. Of course, he gets the single kiss with the girl, and then he's pushed away to the side. He deserves better - really, and he was her best friend?! Do not understand, at all. At all.
The writing is, well, kind of impressive - but the plot is too plain Jane and cliche.
I've read a few people commenting on the next book in the series, and it's supposingly worse - bad POV changing, sick writing.
Okay, and now I shall go shopping and forget about all of this.
Welcome To the Black Parade - My Chemical Romance
Matched
Author: Ally Condie
Main Character(s): Cassia Reyes, Ky Markham
Book Summary: Cassia has always trusted the society's choices. And when her best friend appears on the Matching screen, she is sure that he is the one...until she sees another face flash for an instant before the screen goes black. Now she is faced with two impossible choices - Xander and Ky between the only life she's known and a path no one dares follow...between perfection and passion.
YA
I started out reading Matched, and 'Oh, this is okay' and 'At least no HG ripping off' was running through my mind. But, later, after slowly coursing through the book, I start getting annoyed with Ally Condie and eventually Cassia.
It's really typical - there's a teenager girl, she has to marry or date some guy her parents chose for her, but she likes some guy she's forbidden to meet. Things happen from there - the chosen guy is portrayed as the bad guy, the forbidden guy, however, is the hottest guy on the planet and is perfect in every single way except for the fact that her parents don't like him. They fight for 'love', whatever, end. They marry,
Matched is just that. It describes this troubled girl who's falling in love with Ky, the good-yet-forbidden. Xander is completely tossed to the side, and Ally Condie make the two have all these touching moments. Ky shows her how to write, touches her hand, holds her hand, touches her face, and makes you scream 'Kiss the darn girl already!'. The 'Society' is, as said, 'totalitarian goverment'. Perfect, yet, it's completely different from the current world. No sickness, people die on their 80th birthdays. All that.
The thing is, I hate these types of forbidden romances. They call it YA, while I think of it as the same level as those erotica novels you find in supermarkets.
Most hated part - Xander, the supposingly good guy, is ignored. Throughout the book. Of course, he gets the single kiss with the girl, and then he's pushed away to the side. He deserves better - really, and he was her best friend?! Do not understand, at all. At all.
The writing is, well, kind of impressive - but the plot is too plain Jane and cliche.
I've read a few people commenting on the next book in the series, and it's supposingly worse - bad POV changing, sick writing.
Okay, and now I shall go shopping and forget about all of this.
Welcome To the Black Parade - My Chemical Romance
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