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Anti-You meme
Aug. 23rd, 2008 | 03:42 pm
First off: What's Anti-You?
It's a webcomic by Stacey Booysen. And I had a major art-block before encountering this meme created by shikamaruxtemari of deviantart.
Anti-You
Comic URL: http://www.smackjeeves.com/comicprofile.p
Arist website: http://kikikun.deviantart.com
Meme Credits: http://shikamaruxtemari.deviantart.com/a
THE PATHETICNESS COULD NOT GET ANY WORSE WHEN I AM SHAMELESSLY ADVERTISING:
http://blackbolt52003.deviantart.com/art/A
I could've done the meme on Deviant Art, but seeing as I HAVE NO TABLET I can't. The Naruto meme I did was a fluke--it doesn't count. *dies*
( It's under the cut! 8D )
It's a webcomic by Stacey Booysen. And I had a major art-block before encountering this meme created by shikamaruxtemari of deviantart.
Anti-You
Comic URL: http://www.smackjeeves.com/comicprofile.p
Arist website: http://kikikun.deviantart.com
Meme Credits: http://shikamaruxtemari.deviantart.com/a
THE PATHETICNESS COULD NOT GET ANY WORSE WHEN I AM SHAMELESSLY ADVERTISING:
http://blackbolt52003.deviantart.com/art/A
I could've done the meme on Deviant Art, but seeing as I HAVE NO TABLET I can't. The Naruto meme I did was a fluke--it doesn't count. *dies*
( It's under the cut! 8D )
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Of, But The Moment I See Before My Eyes and Thine
Aug. 12th, 2008 | 02:19 pm
Perhaps it is just me.
The swirls of the uncertainty in the pools that reflect my heart, my current state of mind, my mentality. They swish unprofusely, without my wanting, without warning.
Without wear or tear, they ruin my heart, make me for something that I am truly not.
It is a despicable thing, this fear.
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They haunt me.
Maybe it is just something I have done in a past life, or maybe it is something I have done in this life...just something I am unaware of.
Perhaps it has hurt many people, people of many ages and sizes, or maybe just a person or two.
Perhaps their meager existances do no more than support my own, or mayhap, mine own is a speck of dust when elightened into their favour.
Such a mortal life I lead, a life full of chaos and uncertainty.
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What makes me, what breaks me, what marks me as bold or as cruel.
Is is a sigh of wanting, or a sigh of naught.
I know of nothing I can do, or what else I can say. For, before me, lies the corpse of the one I once held dear to my heart, the one I let into me, opened up to me, the one who poured all her stories into mine.
I became her--the essence of the meaning means little to the fact that she no longer is. She used to be, was, and will forever be...but that latter is only in memory, not of something I can recall off the top of my head. It burns into my mind as easily as heated iron onto skin, but I forget easily if I don't see it.
Mayhap that is just the way I am, the way I was born, and perhaps the way I will be when I die a gruesome death, or maybe on my deathbed, for a longer while.
-------
Like steam, my heart drifts to many things.
Fire, it burns out itself when left alone, when it runs out of things that feed it. Its passion is dissolved when forced to plunge headlong into water, cold, and complete opposite from what it is in being.
I am nothing that can be called or remarked as 'special'. My heart floats for too many to be called that. I use trickery, but my heart does more so, for I can scarcely recall a time when I have not had many doors leading to my heart, but never out of it.
It is like a lock has been placed there. I see no justice, and nothing that I don't want to see can find me.
I catch glimpses from time to time, but perhaps that is just me.
Heavens knows that the noises are loud around me, the screams and the wails, and the harsh shushing noises.
The library is quite loud.
Here, my soul is aggravated, and maybe even more so.
I long for the times when I can hear nothing but the members of my kin.
For a family is enough. Strangers I have no need of. The tantrums need not bother me when I am at that abode, a place to rest my soul, to ensure my sanity, to quell my anger, to test my anxiety for it all to end and be silenced.
I wish for that boy who is crying tears and throwing a trantrum of sorts to be thrown out, and stripped of his mother and family. I hear his mother and others calm him down, scold him, talking to him and the other child that has been drawn into this.
A library is scarcely peaceful nowadays, I must say.
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My life can be drawn by a thin line, and as is my temper.
I get angry nowadays because of far too stupid things. Far too trivial.
I should not care about that ignorant child's tears, how he profusely refuses to stop crying in the face of manners, and being in public. I am annoyed, and frankly, wish for his quick death.
But I should not wish so, for he is just a child.
But his tears quickly grow fake to my ears, because he just wants something he can never have. His mother tells him no, but he refuses to accept, and even resorts to throwing books, and hitting the shelves.
I have amazement at his mother's harsh tone, and how she quickly soothes the probably without resorting to anything drastic, like I would've.
Methinks I would learn a lot more from a mother I see, than the mother I have.
Because perhaps it is this: I cannot accept myself and think of my mother as a mother. She is a being in my life that I love, perhaps with all my heart, but cannot help but disobey. I love to make her laugh, because her reactions are bliss and I am quite comfortable with this.
This entry draws to my mother, and perhaps other mothers.
I wonder when my sister will be getting back. It's getting quite tiring to keep on typing.
It is 2:35 PM.
I am at a library.
It is noisy, and I have a stack of a pile of books beside me as I type, for my sister has put them here and nowhere else. Be as it may...she is a kindred soul, but manipulative and torturous to me. But she is irreplacable, and I daresay, I should very well miss her if she be gone.
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The cold air drifts into my skin faster than anyone else.
Whether that be a blessing or a curse, I never shall know.
I am very uncomfortable with my inability to adapt, and shan't proceed to indulge in it any further.
What shall I type up? I don't know what to. I am quite bored, to be honest, and don't know what to do anymore.
Typing makes the past time easier to bear, makes the time fly faster.
I have recently finished typing up a chapter for a story that is not of my own. It is a story using other characters. The plot and the way I write them is all mine, but the characters are not. Their very essence belongs to their original creator, but I enjoy writing them.
I don't know what I want to be when I grow up.
But right now, I'm still in school. Writing fanfiction for the Naruto fandom.
That word sounds so out of place here. 'fan'fiction, and 'fan'dom. Whatever should I do? This entry sounds so serious with the words I type, the way I type them, and however I type them.
But it is lovely, nevertheless, as I use words and phrases I would not in conversations with many persons, acquantinces or friends. I know I have spelt the world acquantence wrong; however you spell it, I care not. Because this entry will be looked back upon in time.
And I daresay, I might enjoy looking back, or I might not. I might get inspired, or I might drift off to another thing in mind. But I don't care.
It's lovely how fast I can type.
I type faster than I can think. Writing is just too much of a hassle--so much goes out of your brain before it gets on paper, and you worry about how much paper and lead of the pencil you have left.
I use mechanically pencils. And I like a specific one(s). My mother used to work at as an accountant. She got a new job, though, same pay, but with more experiences as a mere 'accountant'. Her boss is easier to understand, and she comes home fifteen to half-an-hour earlier.
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When I grow up, I don't know what I want to be.
I like humour.
LOL THIS IS SO RANDOM.
The swirls of the uncertainty in the pools that reflect my heart, my current state of mind, my mentality. They swish unprofusely, without my wanting, without warning.
Without wear or tear, they ruin my heart, make me for something that I am truly not.
It is a despicable thing, this fear.
---------------
They haunt me.
Maybe it is just something I have done in a past life, or maybe it is something I have done in this life...just something I am unaware of.
Perhaps it has hurt many people, people of many ages and sizes, or maybe just a person or two.
Perhaps their meager existances do no more than support my own, or mayhap, mine own is a speck of dust when elightened into their favour.
Such a mortal life I lead, a life full of chaos and uncertainty.
-----------
What makes me, what breaks me, what marks me as bold or as cruel.
Is is a sigh of wanting, or a sigh of naught.
I know of nothing I can do, or what else I can say. For, before me, lies the corpse of the one I once held dear to my heart, the one I let into me, opened up to me, the one who poured all her stories into mine.
I became her--the essence of the meaning means little to the fact that she no longer is. She used to be, was, and will forever be...but that latter is only in memory, not of something I can recall off the top of my head. It burns into my mind as easily as heated iron onto skin, but I forget easily if I don't see it.
Mayhap that is just the way I am, the way I was born, and perhaps the way I will be when I die a gruesome death, or maybe on my deathbed, for a longer while.
-------
Like steam, my heart drifts to many things.
Fire, it burns out itself when left alone, when it runs out of things that feed it. Its passion is dissolved when forced to plunge headlong into water, cold, and complete opposite from what it is in being.
I am nothing that can be called or remarked as 'special'. My heart floats for too many to be called that. I use trickery, but my heart does more so, for I can scarcely recall a time when I have not had many doors leading to my heart, but never out of it.
It is like a lock has been placed there. I see no justice, and nothing that I don't want to see can find me.
I catch glimpses from time to time, but perhaps that is just me.
Heavens knows that the noises are loud around me, the screams and the wails, and the harsh shushing noises.
The library is quite loud.
Here, my soul is aggravated, and maybe even more so.
I long for the times when I can hear nothing but the members of my kin.
For a family is enough. Strangers I have no need of. The tantrums need not bother me when I am at that abode, a place to rest my soul, to ensure my sanity, to quell my anger, to test my anxiety for it all to end and be silenced.
I wish for that boy who is crying tears and throwing a trantrum of sorts to be thrown out, and stripped of his mother and family. I hear his mother and others calm him down, scold him, talking to him and the other child that has been drawn into this.
A library is scarcely peaceful nowadays, I must say.
---------
My life can be drawn by a thin line, and as is my temper.
I get angry nowadays because of far too stupid things. Far too trivial.
I should not care about that ignorant child's tears, how he profusely refuses to stop crying in the face of manners, and being in public. I am annoyed, and frankly, wish for his quick death.
But I should not wish so, for he is just a child.
But his tears quickly grow fake to my ears, because he just wants something he can never have. His mother tells him no, but he refuses to accept, and even resorts to throwing books, and hitting the shelves.
I have amazement at his mother's harsh tone, and how she quickly soothes the probably without resorting to anything drastic, like I would've.
Methinks I would learn a lot more from a mother I see, than the mother I have.
Because perhaps it is this: I cannot accept myself and think of my mother as a mother. She is a being in my life that I love, perhaps with all my heart, but cannot help but disobey. I love to make her laugh, because her reactions are bliss and I am quite comfortable with this.
This entry draws to my mother, and perhaps other mothers.
I wonder when my sister will be getting back. It's getting quite tiring to keep on typing.
It is 2:35 PM.
I am at a library.
It is noisy, and I have a stack of a pile of books beside me as I type, for my sister has put them here and nowhere else. Be as it may...she is a kindred soul, but manipulative and torturous to me. But she is irreplacable, and I daresay, I should very well miss her if she be gone.
--------------
The cold air drifts into my skin faster than anyone else.
Whether that be a blessing or a curse, I never shall know.
I am very uncomfortable with my inability to adapt, and shan't proceed to indulge in it any further.
What shall I type up? I don't know what to. I am quite bored, to be honest, and don't know what to do anymore.
Typing makes the past time easier to bear, makes the time fly faster.
I have recently finished typing up a chapter for a story that is not of my own. It is a story using other characters. The plot and the way I write them is all mine, but the characters are not. Their very essence belongs to their original creator, but I enjoy writing them.
I don't know what I want to be when I grow up.
But right now, I'm still in school. Writing fanfiction for the Naruto fandom.
That word sounds so out of place here. 'fan'fiction, and 'fan'dom. Whatever should I do? This entry sounds so serious with the words I type, the way I type them, and however I type them.
But it is lovely, nevertheless, as I use words and phrases I would not in conversations with many persons, acquantinces or friends. I know I have spelt the world acquantence wrong; however you spell it, I care not. Because this entry will be looked back upon in time.
And I daresay, I might enjoy looking back, or I might not. I might get inspired, or I might drift off to another thing in mind. But I don't care.
It's lovely how fast I can type.
I type faster than I can think. Writing is just too much of a hassle--so much goes out of your brain before it gets on paper, and you worry about how much paper and lead of the pencil you have left.
I use mechanically pencils. And I like a specific one(s). My mother used to work at as an accountant. She got a new job, though, same pay, but with more experiences as a mere 'accountant'. Her boss is easier to understand, and she comes home fifteen to half-an-hour earlier.
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When I grow up, I don't know what I want to be.
I like humour.
LOL THIS IS SO RANDOM.
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Aug. 6th, 2008 | 03:02 pm
I could've gotten further. But then I got tired of wandering around. XD
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I died on Starbase Poptartodoom
I was killed in a white-walled control room by Elven Poet the plasma cloud, whilst carrying...
Seiberwing's commbadge, an THE--IVORYTOWER-130 phaser, Azrael2002's commbadge, a NAAMAH-5800 supercomputer, a LEELAK forcefield generator, a Jazzchykian raygun, a slashseekerlithium crystal, Wolftap's commbadge, an oasispinkpenglithium crystal, a The-Starhorse screwdriver, Sugandya's commbadge, the Log of the USS Flybystardancer, a Jazzontheprowl screwdriver, Doom Magic's commbadge, a Beckyh2112ian raygun, a CONVEN-5400 supercomputer, a Horsetechie screwdriver, a JUJU-HUGS-30 plasma rifle, Dragoness E's commbadge, Mommimus Prime's commbadge, a Tirya56 screwdriver, a PRINCE forcefield generator, an AERIALBOTS-10 phaser, a Ratchet model hazmat suit, an FROSTYMOOK-60 phaser, Stormr D's commbadge, a Perfectdivinityian artefact, an ORGUSS-9200 supercomputer, a WHITED forcefield generator, the Log of the USS Thebasi, an AQUAHAUTE-20 plasma rifle, the Log of the USS Eramundo and 230 galacticredits.
Score: 597
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Just Desserts: An Entry For the Apron!Bri contest
May. 24th, 2008 | 06:04 pm
WARNING: I have had no luck when it came to learning about the character's data, so I have absolutely no knowledge about the world of Olympus aside from what I have learned and (hopefully) remembered from Appleseed and Appleseed Ex Machina.
DISCLAIMER: I'm pretty sure this little oneshot is REALLY WEIRD. Oh well; I own nothing, only my really sorry brain and really limited vocabulary (does not read nonfiction and does not like learning new words). The story is random (that belongs to me, I guess), so if it's way too out of it for a one-shot, I apologize beforehand.
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Just Desserts
By: Blackbolt52003
Briareos goes for maintenance check, and ends up making a cake, wearing an apron that he normally would not get caught dead in and a laughing Deunan. How did this happen? Let's begin.
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DISCLAIMER: I'm pretty sure this little oneshot is REALLY WEIRD. Oh well; I own nothing, only my really sorry brain and really limited vocabulary (does not read nonfiction and does not like learning new words). The story is random (that belongs to me, I guess), so if it's way too out of it for a one-shot, I apologize beforehand.
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Just Desserts
By: Blackbolt52003
Briareos goes for maintenance check, and ends up making a cake, wearing an apron that he normally would not get caught dead in and a laughing Deunan. How did this happen? Let's begin.
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Appleseed
May. 19th, 2008 | 07:21 am
EDIT: Because I'm Google Challenged and lazy (not a good combo, I tell you), I'm far too lazy to edit anything. That's why if you see mistakes, laugh, pretend they're not there, and just accept the gist of them all. Thanks everyone! :D And if you think it's long NOW, wait till you get to the LJ CUT. Yup.
So I just finished watching the 2004 Appleseed movie a couple of days ago and was all like, "FOR REALZ, I MISSED OUT ON THIS?!" SERIOUSLY, WTF, HOW COULD I MISS OUT ON SOMETHING SO GREAT.
Now, first things first.
I, am utterly and completely NOT a romance fan. I dig action, fight scenes, death scenes and really good character fleshing instead of all that "I love you" crap junk. I HATE the mere thought of it, because it's always, "I love you" and "I love you too". It has no REASON FOR EXISTING.
When I first heard about it (actually, saw it in Newtype USA or something), I was all like, "OHOHOOHOHO, teh love between human and machine?! Bleh, bet it's boring." But when I saw it, I was completely hooked. At the moment I am completely and utterly and ABSOLUTELY hooked on the fandom. BRIAREOSxDEUNAN FOREVA!
When I found out about the sequel, Appleseed Ex Machina, I HUNTED down the webs for it. And booooy, was I NOT upset! The DRAMA! Not really, but I found myself getting anxious and upset and scared whenever Briareos got, uh, 'taken over'. I didn't really like Tereus, but I found that the way Briareos used to look like was HOT. And I fell in love with the characters.
I really loved, loved, LOVED BriareosxDeunan, but the BriareosxDeunanxTereus little love triangle in that was kinda cute. But of course I had to squint to really see it...until the part around where Tereus had his arm injured and Deunan was going to do some thingamabobby to his arm (the back, I think) and then... WHAM! Hit me like a fangirl in the gut.
I BECAME ONE OF THEM.
Now I am utterly and hopeless trying to find fanart and fanfiction and doujinshi (if I'm REAAAALLLY lucky). I can't chance drawing the characters for the fear that I'll ruin them. I don't want to kill off my joy and utter fawning over the series! I WANT THERE TO BE MORE APPLESEED, YO!
By the way, I checked out the Appleseed OVA (dubbed, like the other two Appleseed movies I watched) and was all like, "OH MY F*CKING GOD, WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO MY HOT AND SEXY BRIAREOS?! HIS VOICE IS...OF AN OLD MAN! DOES THAT MEAN DEUNAN'S LIKE, AROUND 39 OR SOMETHING?!?!?!?!"
And then probably, we'll have Deunan screaming, "EXCUSE ME?! I'M NOT THAT OLD!" Before she adds, "AND BRIAREOS IS MINE!" Psshaw, like THAT'D ever happen. Ah well, the jealousy fits always come later to your own ego, LOL. But Deunan IS NOT LIKE THAT SO I LOVE HER THAT WAY, FTW.
Briareos is an AWESOME character, the way the problem is that he has to live without being able to 'be' completely human. Sure, he and Deunan can hug and all, and maybe she can kiss him, but he can't, that's the problem. There is also the problem of not being able to really show his love (aka the special thing that all characters do when they really love each other --SEX). Not that I'm a sex addict, but I'm amazed at how Briareos is still dealing with this cyborg body without going crazy
Not really, but I find it really sad they're unable to do that (not that they need a baby to take care of so quickly). How would YOU feel if you were unable to feel and do that with the one you most loved?
Really sad.
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Now, the above was done yesterday (YES, damn it, it means I finished watching it yesterday, which means my obsession is lingering and becoming destroyed by time--NOOOOOOO-!), because it was either go to bed early, or be able to do this today. It took a lot of will power, but yeah.
I will now proceed to review the movies in my opinion (do not expect formality, my personality is just like a kid's). Or is this just a play by play account by me? ^^; Oh well.
DISCLAIMER: What happens that I write out below might not actually be what happened. It's just stuff I replaced from my memory. And I watched it all in dubbed, so sue me. OR BLAME THE INTERNET. 8D
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So I just finished watching the 2004 Appleseed movie a couple of days ago and was all like, "FOR REALZ, I MISSED OUT ON THIS?!" SERIOUSLY, WTF, HOW COULD I MISS OUT ON SOMETHING SO GREAT.
Now, first things first.
I, am utterly and completely NOT a romance fan. I dig action, fight scenes, death scenes and really good character fleshing instead of all that "I love you" crap junk. I HATE the mere thought of it, because it's always, "I love you" and "I love you too". It has no REASON FOR EXISTING.
When I first heard about it (actually, saw it in Newtype USA or something), I was all like, "OHOHOOHOHO, teh love between human and machine?! Bleh, bet it's boring." But when I saw it, I was completely hooked. At the moment I am completely and utterly and ABSOLUTELY hooked on the fandom. BRIAREOSxDEUNAN FOREVA!
When I found out about the sequel, Appleseed Ex Machina, I HUNTED down the webs for it. And booooy, was I NOT upset! The DRAMA! Not really, but I found myself getting anxious and upset and scared whenever Briareos got, uh, 'taken over'. I didn't really like Tereus, but I found that the way Briareos used to look like was HOT. And I fell in love with the characters.
I really loved, loved, LOVED BriareosxDeunan, but the BriareosxDeunanxTereus little love triangle in that was kinda cute. But of course I had to squint to really see it...until the part around where Tereus had his arm injured and Deunan was going to do some thingamabobby to his arm (the back, I think) and then... WHAM! Hit me like a fangirl in the gut.
I BECAME ONE OF THEM.
Now I am utterly and hopeless trying to find fanart and fanfiction and doujinshi (if I'm REAAAALLLY lucky). I can't chance drawing the characters for the fear that I'll ruin them. I don't want to kill off my joy and utter fawning over the series! I WANT THERE TO BE MORE APPLESEED, YO!
By the way, I checked out the Appleseed OVA (dubbed, like the other two Appleseed movies I watched) and was all like, "OH MY F*CKING GOD, WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO MY HOT AND SEXY BRIAREOS?! HIS VOICE IS...OF AN OLD MAN! DOES THAT MEAN DEUNAN'S LIKE, AROUND 39 OR SOMETHING?!?!?!?!"
And then probably, we'll have Deunan screaming, "EXCUSE ME?! I'M NOT THAT OLD!" Before she adds, "AND BRIAREOS IS MINE!" Psshaw, like THAT'D ever happen. Ah well, the jealousy fits always come later to your own ego, LOL. But Deunan IS NOT LIKE THAT SO I LOVE HER THAT WAY, FTW.
Briareos is an AWESOME character, the way the problem is that he has to live without being able to 'be' completely human. Sure, he and Deunan can hug and all, and maybe she can kiss him, but he can't, that's the problem. There is also the problem of not being able to really show his love (aka the special thing that all characters do when they really love each other --SEX). Not that I'm a sex addict, but I'm amazed at how Briareos is still dealing with this cyborg body without going crazy
Not really, but I find it really sad they're unable to do that (not that they need a baby to take care of so quickly). How would YOU feel if you were unable to feel and do that with the one you most loved?
Really sad.
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Now, the above was done yesterday (YES, damn it, it means I finished watching it yesterday, which means my obsession is lingering and becoming destroyed by time--NOOOOOOO-!), because it was either go to bed early, or be able to do this today. It took a lot of will power, but yeah.
I will now proceed to review the movies in my opinion (do not expect formality, my personality is just like a kid's). Or is this just a play by play account by me? ^^; Oh well.
DISCLAIMER: What happens that I write out below might not actually be what happened. It's just stuff I replaced from my memory. And I watched it all in dubbed, so sue me. OR BLAME THE INTERNET. 8D
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The Most in Character They've Ever Been Before Shippuden Screwed Them Up
Mar. 6th, 2008 | 06:39 pm
-"What is existance? It is the pointless living in this world. What is the point? For me, to prove my own existance, I must destroy that of others. Only then can I truly feel alive..." --Sabaku no Gaara, 13
-"Everyday, I wake up and I ask myself, what is my reason for living? I dunno, but I'm going to become Hokage, and have people FRICKIN' acknowledge me...because that's just how I run. Ramen helps too." --Uzumaki Naruto, 13
-"Why am I still so weak? I should be stronger...stronger than ever. Is it because of my 'bond' with Naruto? If so, then I will break those bonds and leave it be. I have no attachments other than to my brother. Itachi...I will kill you."
--Uchiha Sasuke, 13
-"Maa, this is all too troublesome. All of you, go off in a corner and leave me alone. Jeez..."
--Nara Shikamaru
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I'm bored. And high. What's for life? 8D
-"Everyday, I wake up and I ask myself, what is my reason for living? I dunno, but I'm going to become Hokage, and have people FRICKIN' acknowledge me...because that's just how I run. Ramen helps too." --Uzumaki Naruto, 13
-"Why am I still so weak? I should be stronger...stronger than ever. Is it because of my 'bond' with Naruto? If so, then I will break those bonds and leave it be. I have no attachments other than to my brother. Itachi...I will kill you."
--Uchiha Sasuke, 13
-"Maa, this is all too troublesome. All of you, go off in a corner and leave me alone. Jeez..."
--Nara Shikamaru
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I'm bored. And high. What's for life? 8D
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Writer's Block: Go Get 'Em?
Mar. 6th, 2008 | 06:15 pm
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IT'S A RANT, YO. Because I'm high and because I can. 8D
And totally, completely and irresponsibly as well as plagiaristically (a MADE-UP adj form of plagiarism) this was ripped off LiveJournal, lol. :3
Okay, seriously.
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"Are you a go-getter or do you let things happen to you?"
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What the heck? Seriously, there is actually no reply to that. The term go-getter is pressed upon, assuming you jump at the chance for things to happen, however, there is actually no need for this term, as we are all go-getters, except that the chance for us to be 'go-getting' by our own will is not taken by us all the time. Only by certain principles of standards and the circumstances as well as the time we are in affect what happens.
For example, at 5:00 in the morning, would you be up and about for volleyball tryouts? NO, I say, NO! It is all about time, circumstance and what we choose to do, as well as our personality and how that strikes us different from others who are 'go-getting' or 'going with the flow.'
People grow up in different settings, as well as in different eras, or times, differing from traditional, modern or to self-created ways. These factors can influence many of the things we do, however, in the end, we are all FORCED to do it.
By our PARENTS, our FRIENDS, and LIFE. Yes, LIFE. Because LIFE is nothing but a no good essence on our part, pounding against us to live, live LIVE, when it's said that Life is nothing more than a waiting room for Death itself. Why do we hate life? While I may be seeming to be veering away from the actual topic of being a go-getter or not, our entire outlook on life affects many of the things we do.
By the courses of actions we take and the thoughts we register into our minds, as well as the way we were brought up and the things we were taught and that we shared, a lot of things can influence the actual moments that you become this 'go getter' self of yours.
Your mood, your personality, the people around you, your peers, your teachers, your parents, your relatives and even the people on the streets can make a difference between you being a go-getter one moment and a simple person who does or preforms or thinks about anything that just happens to come along.
Now in my opinion, there are good times and bad times to become go-getters and go with the flow people, because this is life. The unexpected can be expected to happen, as well as the most inconceivable things in our journey through being adolescents in this increasingly big world of modern technology, cliches, stereotypes and the etcetera..
Go Get 'Em?
Seriously, what kind of pep talk is that?
What do you mean by 'go and get'? Seriously, life is all like, WHAM! Hit you in the eye, don't move before I stab you repeatedly with unpredictable and unreasonable objects that will label your DESTINY.
Destiny? Fate?
HELLO, have I heard that before?
Dammit, Neji, get OUT, get OUT!
Our lives are decided by what we choose to do, and whether or not we choose to 'go get'? That's more than stupid, it's more than idiotic, it's LAME! The lamest thing to have crawled out of the lamest plothole of the lame, worm-filled lame universe!
You cannot 'BECOME' a go getter all your life. Circumstances and things that happen as well as current or future or past events may affect what your judgment brings to you at that point in life. And a question for all those still reading.
Can you go back and 'get' that moment? Once you make a decision, you just leave it at that. By choosing to 'go get' something, you're jumping into the inevitable, something you don't even know about that might lead you to having one foot in the grave, my good friend. But by choosing to go with the flow, you might miss unexpected opportunities to gain or receive knowledge and things that you might have not otherwise.
I want to rant a lot more.
But I'm an idiot, see, and still haven't done my homework.
So, I deliriously request that if you have read all this and your brain isn't spinning (if it is, READ IT AGAIN, WUSS (after all i TYPED it)), here's a conclusion.
You can't 'BE' a go getter, nor can you be someone who just let things happen to you. Because it's clinically impossible for that 'label' to be true all throughout your life and the aging process. You learn some, you win some, you lose some, you forget some, it's LIFE. You can 'be' them for a few moments, but that's only possible if it's already happened and you've already done it, so that you can fully say that you have done it and can look back upon it and label it as an action of a go getter or not.
Rants are fun. 8D I dare you to do one. Go on, I dare ya.
To end this off, let's all have the 8D face!
That's right!
8D
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8D
See the difference? Googely eyed 8D is so much fun, and that fun adds to the fact that this rant finishes off on a note that is entirely unrelated to the actual topic itself.
TEH NOTE OF PROCRASTINATION:
Have you milked YOUR cow today?
(totally ripped off my cousin)
*~MOO~*
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I ripped this off my posting on bebo, before ripping it off again to post on this. And for some reason, I can't use the LJ cut...?
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My first Journal Entry
Sep. 21st, 2006 | 08:04 am
mood: 
w00t!!
This is my first journal entry here at Live Journal. Wow...
HI.
I used to be a lurker and now I'll probably NOT USE this account for what seems like forever until, yeah, something happens.
HAHAHAHAHAHA--no I'm serious.
Well, let's hope that life will give me...A BOOT TO THE HEAD.
(That was random, but w/e. That's probably how I am when I write fanfiction nowadays).
Did I mention I like to write fanfiction? :D
HI.
I used to be a lurker and now I'll probably NOT USE this account for what seems like forever until, yeah, something happens.
HAHAHAHAHAHA--no I'm serious.
Well, let's hope that life will give me...A BOOT TO THE HEAD.
(That was random, but w/e. That's probably how I am when I write fanfiction nowadays).
Did I mention I like to write fanfiction? :D