I haven't been going on it for a long time, and it's because twitter is kinda boring to me. I'm not going to report every 5 seconds about what I feel. If I was a twitter addict, then this blog wouldn't be alive here. :/
I forgot to mention that my friend sent me this message about someone posting bad stuff about me. She even added 'lol' at the end. I don't really think it's her, in truth, but I was very offended. Why was this person even looking stuff up about me in the first place? I haven't done anything bad towards her well being, except reject her invite on coming over her house on weekends and this upcoming winter break. I'm not really sure what I should do now, since I haven't encounter this type of situation. Well, I have, it's just that this is just plain rude. :/
I guess friendship truly only last 5-16 years. :(
And well, this friend had been pretty awesome to me, she's all sorts of things mixed up together in this fluffy body. Although, she can be mean sometimes, she's nice. And close to a best friend if anything. She could be backstabbing me, but I can not assume this. I have no evidence proving that my friend is behind the messeges. It could be her brother, or possibly someone who hacked her account. She has not yet cause anything that'll break our trust.
I hope...
Friday, December 21, 2012
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
The Best Is Yet To Come
This song is very very amazing. >w<
It brings the jazz to life and makes anyone, mainly girls, swoon at the song.
Here, check this out.
It brings the jazz to life and makes anyone, mainly girls, swoon at the song.
Here, check this out.
*stab* Right in the heart *faints* Fuwaaaahh~ XD
---SwooningPurima
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
The Shift Button
Y'know there are two buttons on your keyboard that is the shift button, right? And it capitalizes the sentences?
So, I could type like this!
instead of this, because i can't handle this sort of thing. it's very annoying. i type up alot of stories, fanfictions mind you, and the shift bar is my best friend.
i can't do this...
Much. Better.
However, the left shift button is broken, so now I'm currently using the right one. And it feels awkward. =v= Ugh, I should atleast get use to it.
Maybe...
So, here I am in Literature, with these two idjits going back and forth saying he needs to go to the bathroom. One of them idjits aren't wearing shoes, while the other is being hit by the before-mentioned shoes.
Literature has become rather interesting...
It's no wonder no one ever get their work done. To many idjits around. Lol more victory for me. ewe
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On another topic, we relaxed alot in French class today! We're having the speaking final tomorrow, so Madame France is saying we should relax today. We did alittle studying for abit, for about 10 minutes, and then we got into relaxation mode, where we just lie on the floor with the lights off and soft background music.
I was sitting in the chair instead of lying down :/ I'd feel awkward. If I have my guard down in school, it'll trouble me.
Moving on, I was sitting there and I was daydream. Like I said, dreaming is like a sixth sense (not sure how that works out lol). So, I instantly had these cool and visualization places and I was...
I was so freakin' bloody happy.
I swear, imagination is the most amazingest device a human can have. In the first song, I saw a fresh green field, with a pure blue sky that had some clouds. The sun's warmth was just touching every bit of skin you had and there. Right there.
I nearly fangirled died.
...
Why?
TSUNAYOSHI SAWADA WAS RIGHT DAR. WITH HIS AWESOME SEXINESS, WITH THE PICNIC, AND ALAKDJHSFKJDSFN <3
Ouch, right in the heart. ;A;
On the other song, I was in this old church, but the sun hitted the windows just right. The place was just glowing. And it was near a forest.
I wanna be married in this place ;A;
But quais, it'll probably never happen
Or maybe it will?
I've been dragging this on for too long. Ciao!
---Purima
So, I could type like this!
instead of this, because i can't handle this sort of thing. it's very annoying. i type up alot of stories, fanfictions mind you, and the shift bar is my best friend.
i can't do this...
Much. Better.
However, the left shift button is broken, so now I'm currently using the right one. And it feels awkward. =v= Ugh, I should atleast get use to it.
Maybe...
So, here I am in Literature, with these two idjits going back and forth saying he needs to go to the bathroom. One of them idjits aren't wearing shoes, while the other is being hit by the before-mentioned shoes.
Literature has become rather interesting...
It's no wonder no one ever get their work done. To many idjits around. Lol more victory for me. ewe
-----
On another topic, we relaxed alot in French class today! We're having the speaking final tomorrow, so Madame France is saying we should relax today. We did alittle studying for abit, for about 10 minutes, and then we got into relaxation mode, where we just lie on the floor with the lights off and soft background music.
I was sitting in the chair instead of lying down :/ I'd feel awkward. If I have my guard down in school, it'll trouble me.
Moving on, I was sitting there and I was daydream. Like I said, dreaming is like a sixth sense (not sure how that works out lol). So, I instantly had these cool and visualization places and I was...
I was so freakin' bloody happy.
I swear, imagination is the most amazingest device a human can have. In the first song, I saw a fresh green field, with a pure blue sky that had some clouds. The sun's warmth was just touching every bit of skin you had and there. Right there.
I nearly fangirled died.
...
Why?
TSUNAYOSHI SAWADA WAS RIGHT DAR. WITH HIS AWESOME SEXINESS, WITH THE PICNIC, AND ALAKDJHSFKJDSFN <3
Ouch, right in the heart. ;A;
On the other song, I was in this old church, but the sun hitted the windows just right. The place was just glowing. And it was near a forest.
I wanna be married in this place ;A;
But quais, it'll probably never happen
Or maybe it will?
I've been dragging this on for too long. Ciao!
---Purima
Pokemon White 2
It's so.
CUTE.
The girls in these generation styles are getting cuter, and even more fun to try and cosplay them! XD I've already tried getting White 2's hair style (the one with the chinese buns with pigtails. Really cute!).
Sadly, I cant exactly go out in the world having my hair like this :P It'd be alittle awkward.
So I choose Tepig (named him Tenke) for my beginner pokemon, and I also got Piplup (named him Putters) and I recently captured a Mareep and evolved it into Flaffy (which his name is Mars).
...
The nicknames I gave are just... lol. I fail, alright? XD
Besides, the graphics are really, really good. I wish I had a pokemon adventure. Screw that, I wish pokemon was real in general. It'd be nice to go on adventures, capping out at night, battling and capturing pokemon.
Even thinking about becoming the pokemon master.
But then, it'd be alittle too good to be true. WHICH REMINDS ME.
I had this really cool and funky dream where... well. Let's start at the beginning! ^^
I was sitting in mom's car, with the heat softly beating against my face. It was really cold outside, and I was freezing, yet it was warm also. I couldn't really complain since I was the one who said that I'll wait in the car. Not to mention, I was completely into the game, Pokemon Mystery Sky Dungeons, to be bothered with the bitter cold.
I wasn't exactly in tuned, or knew what happened next. All I felt was pain, lots of it, around my stomach area. With whatever strength I had inside, I opened my eyes and looked at the broken car that made it's impact on the front of my mom's car. I was consumed with darkness before I heard my mom screaming in the background.
When I woke up again, I knew. I knew I was dead. I felt cold, colder then the days of November and December. My body was completely numb, although, I couldn't exactly call the form I had a body. I was transparent, and when I tried to pinch myself, I couldn't feel a thing. I thought this is just one of those stupid lucid dreams.
"It's not a dream, young one." I shivered, the air around me, the complete darkness, it became colder. I looked up and saw a figure, a female human. Though, she was out of place. Something about her is unsettling. If anything, she felt like threat to me. It could be that she was slender, and had the curves a man would fall for. Her hair was a nice solid black color, and I was almost jealous at how it made the women seem more mature than she hoped.
"Who are you?" I asked, surprised that my voice sounded really broken and dry. The female half-smiled, as if she had been asked this question multiple times.
"Some would call me Shinigami, some would call me the Angel of Darkness," She spoke, calmly walking towards me. I felt shivers run through my spine, "However, I'm commonly known as...
Death."
I swallowed thickly, even though that didn't calm the jumping nerves in my system. I was about to run. I didn't want to die. I still had a life. I didn't fall in love yet, have a family, or have any sort of experience yet. I wanted to live again.
"A-are you...?"
"Yes, I shall be delivering you."
"Where... then...?"
She put on a thoughtful look, her dark black hair making her eyes glitter softly. "You have not experience life just yet, and your death had been untimely."
I felt my hands and feet grow slightly warm, "You mean, I get to live again?" I glanced at my feet, and back at her. She made that half-smile again.
"Yes, but not here."
"Here...?" I felt my shoulders droop, the warmth that touched my feet and hands were growing. I didn't mind, and ignored it.
"Somewhere else, little child." She pointed towards the darkness, and a golden light cracked its way into this cold world. I shield my eyes, turning away from the light. "In there, will you beable to live again."
"I-... Is that Heaven...?" I questioned. She shook her head.
"It is another universe, another world," Death spoke, the light now shaping itself. It looked like a door, making more golden rays fill the cold room I was in as it opened wider. "You will be reborn. Into this world."
I was about to ask her more, but failed to as wind started to blow towards my being. I wanted to turn away from the light, but it felt so warm, I didn't want to leave at all. As the light from beyond the doors touched my soul, Death's voice resounded as she disappeared.
"But be aware, child. You will not remember anything from your previous life.
You will live anew.
And when it is time,
I shall take you to where you will be.
Until then, goodbye little one.
You are reborn."
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Okay, so it wasn't that talkative or detailed, but you got the gist of it, right? I was reborned into a different universe, a completely different world.
And where was I reborned?
In the KHR world. *fangirl squeal*
I don't know why, but apparently I become Tsuna's assistant, and would often have sarcastic fights with Gokudera, who's always complaining that Tsuna only needs one right-hand man. I would scoff and make a sarcastic note that I'm the one who helps the cook out and that I could easily have him ingest some... ehehe.
SO, it turned out that I was currently 21 years old at the time. Single, and wanted a relationship. However, I was hoping it was Tsunayoshi-kun. It was like shmowzow. Cupid struck a cord in my heart when I first saw little Tunaboy. XD
I wasn't very talkative (like me) very artistic (like me lol) and had a thing for chocolate (this won the gold medal XD). The only thing that wasn't similar to my previous life was that I was older and had this...
Mysterious personality.
I was more puzzling than Mukuro. And he's very mysterious. I also had a killer body. Reaaally sexy, but not as sexy as Death. XD I feel awkwarrrdddd lol
Oh, just seconds ago, Joke was talking to me. Y'know about the two people I mentioned last time, Jake and Joke? Well, it seems as if Joke is interested in me. He said that I look kinda lonely.
I was about to have my heart burst at the moment, because I am really, truthfully lonely. ;A;
Joke seems like an interesting character. He's very extroverted, and he's also pretty smart. He's also little weird, but then again, it's probably a normal thing for him. Plus it's very rare that someone had talk to me, especially a guy of all people.
IT'S JUST SO FREAKIN' WEIRD.
I hope Joke doesn't do this again to me. My heart can only beat fast for so long ;v;
...
I feel like playing pokemon now. ovo
CUTE.
The girls in these generation styles are getting cuter, and even more fun to try and cosplay them! XD I've already tried getting White 2's hair style (the one with the chinese buns with pigtails. Really cute!).
Sadly, I cant exactly go out in the world having my hair like this :P It'd be alittle awkward.
So I choose Tepig (named him Tenke) for my beginner pokemon, and I also got Piplup (named him Putters) and I recently captured a Mareep and evolved it into Flaffy (which his name is Mars).
...
The nicknames I gave are just... lol. I fail, alright? XD
Besides, the graphics are really, really good. I wish I had a pokemon adventure. Screw that, I wish pokemon was real in general. It'd be nice to go on adventures, capping out at night, battling and capturing pokemon.
Even thinking about becoming the pokemon master.
But then, it'd be alittle too good to be true. WHICH REMINDS ME.
I had this really cool and funky dream where... well. Let's start at the beginning! ^^
*Dream Mode: Activated. Please proceed with caution*
I was sitting in mom's car, with the heat softly beating against my face. It was really cold outside, and I was freezing, yet it was warm also. I couldn't really complain since I was the one who said that I'll wait in the car. Not to mention, I was completely into the game, Pokemon Mystery Sky Dungeons, to be bothered with the bitter cold.
I wasn't exactly in tuned, or knew what happened next. All I felt was pain, lots of it, around my stomach area. With whatever strength I had inside, I opened my eyes and looked at the broken car that made it's impact on the front of my mom's car. I was consumed with darkness before I heard my mom screaming in the background.
...pagebreak...
When I woke up again, I knew. I knew I was dead. I felt cold, colder then the days of November and December. My body was completely numb, although, I couldn't exactly call the form I had a body. I was transparent, and when I tried to pinch myself, I couldn't feel a thing. I thought this is just one of those stupid lucid dreams.
"It's not a dream, young one." I shivered, the air around me, the complete darkness, it became colder. I looked up and saw a figure, a female human. Though, she was out of place. Something about her is unsettling. If anything, she felt like threat to me. It could be that she was slender, and had the curves a man would fall for. Her hair was a nice solid black color, and I was almost jealous at how it made the women seem more mature than she hoped.
"Who are you?" I asked, surprised that my voice sounded really broken and dry. The female half-smiled, as if she had been asked this question multiple times.
"Some would call me Shinigami, some would call me the Angel of Darkness," She spoke, calmly walking towards me. I felt shivers run through my spine, "However, I'm commonly known as...
Death."
I swallowed thickly, even though that didn't calm the jumping nerves in my system. I was about to run. I didn't want to die. I still had a life. I didn't fall in love yet, have a family, or have any sort of experience yet. I wanted to live again.
"A-are you...?"
"Yes, I shall be delivering you."
"Where... then...?"
She put on a thoughtful look, her dark black hair making her eyes glitter softly. "You have not experience life just yet, and your death had been untimely."
I felt my hands and feet grow slightly warm, "You mean, I get to live again?" I glanced at my feet, and back at her. She made that half-smile again.
"Yes, but not here."
"Here...?" I felt my shoulders droop, the warmth that touched my feet and hands were growing. I didn't mind, and ignored it.
"Somewhere else, little child." She pointed towards the darkness, and a golden light cracked its way into this cold world. I shield my eyes, turning away from the light. "In there, will you beable to live again."
"I-... Is that Heaven...?" I questioned. She shook her head.
"It is another universe, another world," Death spoke, the light now shaping itself. It looked like a door, making more golden rays fill the cold room I was in as it opened wider. "You will be reborn. Into this world."
I was about to ask her more, but failed to as wind started to blow towards my being. I wanted to turn away from the light, but it felt so warm, I didn't want to leave at all. As the light from beyond the doors touched my soul, Death's voice resounded as she disappeared.
"But be aware, child. You will not remember anything from your previous life.
You will live anew.
And when it is time,
I shall take you to where you will be.
Until then, goodbye little one.
You are reborn."
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Okay, so it wasn't that talkative or detailed, but you got the gist of it, right? I was reborned into a different universe, a completely different world.
And where was I reborned?
In the KHR world. *fangirl squeal*
I don't know why, but apparently I become Tsuna's assistant, and would often have sarcastic fights with Gokudera, who's always complaining that Tsuna only needs one right-hand man. I would scoff and make a sarcastic note that I'm the one who helps the cook out and that I could easily have him ingest some... ehehe.
SO, it turned out that I was currently 21 years old at the time. Single, and wanted a relationship. However, I was hoping it was Tsunayoshi-kun. It was like shmowzow. Cupid struck a cord in my heart when I first saw little Tunaboy. XD
I wasn't very talkative (like me) very artistic (like me lol) and had a thing for chocolate (this won the gold medal XD). The only thing that wasn't similar to my previous life was that I was older and had this...
Mysterious personality.
I was more puzzling than Mukuro. And he's very mysterious. I also had a killer body. Reaaally sexy, but not as sexy as Death. XD I feel awkwarrrdddd lol
Oh, just seconds ago, Joke was talking to me. Y'know about the two people I mentioned last time, Jake and Joke? Well, it seems as if Joke is interested in me. He said that I look kinda lonely.
I was about to have my heart burst at the moment, because I am really, truthfully lonely. ;A;
Joke seems like an interesting character. He's very extroverted, and he's also pretty smart. He's also little weird, but then again, it's probably a normal thing for him. Plus it's very rare that someone had talk to me, especially a guy of all people.
IT'S JUST SO FREAKIN' WEIRD.
I hope Joke doesn't do this again to me. My heart can only beat fast for so long ;v;
...
I feel like playing pokemon now. ovo
Friday, December 14, 2012
Ouais
Ouais.
OUUUUAAAAIIIIISSSSS.
OUAAAAAAIIISSS.
OUAIS
:D
--pruima
(it's means yay in french lol I'm so proud of myself ;w;)
OUUUUAAAAIIIIISSSSS.
OUAAAAAAIIISSS.
OUAIS
:D
--pruima
(it's means yay in french lol I'm so proud of myself ;w;)
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
How Annoying
I really don't understand the... well. I'll name them Jake and Joke. They're these two guys in my classroom, Human Behaviors, that are just plain...
...
Well, they're not exactly annoying, but rather really scary to me. And now Spade's ex is teasing me also =.=
Is it a habit that guys like them (they're really smart. Fuck.) makes fun of little introverted girls like me? I prefer it if they would leave me alone. They never noticed me, so why now?
The way they approach me is the annoying part. Now I don't really know what to think of them.
I'll just leave them alone.
Those assbutts.
...
Well, they're not exactly annoying, but rather really scary to me. And now Spade's ex is teasing me also =.=
Is it a habit that guys like them (they're really smart. Fuck.) makes fun of little introverted girls like me? I prefer it if they would leave me alone. They never noticed me, so why now?
The way they approach me is the annoying part. Now I don't really know what to think of them.
I'll just leave them alone.
Those assbutts.
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Down the Rabbit Hole, Bunnyboy!
I was drawing this:
...for a certain 'draw to adopt' contest on deviantart.com
...
I hope I win ;w;
...for a certain 'draw to adopt' contest on deviantart.com
...
I hope I win ;w;
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
America x Reader [Fanfic]
...
This fanfiction.
Is the greatest fanfic ever.
Especially Hetalian Fangirls. Like me. BWAHAHAHA XD
I DID NOT MAKE THIS. THIS IS ORIGINALLY FROM DEVIANTART.COM.
CREDITS GO TO THE OWNER, IN WHICH I FORGOT HER/HIS NAME.
Warnings: Cursing, sexual... stuff, stereotypical stuff, and dying from laugher.
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This fanfiction.
Is the greatest fanfic ever.
Especially Hetalian Fangirls. Like me. BWAHAHAHA XD
I DID NOT MAKE THIS. THIS IS ORIGINALLY FROM DEVIANTART.COM.
CREDITS GO TO THE OWNER, IN WHICH I FORGOT HER/HIS NAME.
Warnings: Cursing, sexual... stuff, stereotypical stuff, and dying from laugher.
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It was a beautiful day in japamerica as you strolled gracefully down the street. Your flawless, beautiful, silky, flowing, radiant, magnificent locks glistened in the sun and your voluptuous, fantastic, super bodacious bod was making all the men within a 91,928 mile radius fap themselves dry as every single woman on the planet hated you for being so perfect and smart and amazingly amazing.
Some player hatin' hoe tossed a bomb at you but you just whipped that shit away with your totally rockin' tits and it flew back incinerating her and a nearby building which you walked away from in slow motion, too cool and baller to even bother looking back.
This only made Ludwig VanMeinKampf notice you and immediately fall in love.
"Ach du lieber!" He exclaimed, "I can't contain meinself!"
He ran to you also in slow motion as he ripped off his shirt exposing his perfectly rippling man muscles that were oiled up and shimmering sexily. You pretended not to be totally impressed by his fabulous super saiyan physique because that would make you look too desperate and it's not like you were desperate at all because you're so hot that Jesus Christ had his second coming.
When he was close enough to you, he quickly regained his sturdy German seme composure and punched his penis repeatedly so it wouldn't spring out of his pants. However, one look into your immaculate, sparkling, dazzling eyes snapped his unbreakable Gestapo control and he screamed, "HOP ON MEIN SCHLONG!" As his mastadonic member tore through his lederhosen and punched Japan in the eye.
"DOSHITE!!?!" Japan shouts, cupping his now black eye. He then sees you standing there in your radiant glorious glory and totally forgets that he just got a face full of Germany's Bratwurst and dives into his Mitsubishi vehicle proceeding to drive as fast as he can towards you.
"NANI?? My smarrt asian eyes make it so dificurt to see the road!"
Japan crashes into a crowd of street performers but since he's Japanese, he karate jumped out of his vehicle before it exploded and did a cool martial artsy flip and landed next to you and Germany.
"NEIN!" shouts Germany as he steps between you and Japan who is already tearing of his kimono or whatever because he's soooo hot for you. "She is MEIN! We are in love!"
Japan wips out the katana he had sheathed up his rectum and points it at the angry Doichlander.
"Me and (yourname)-san-chan-sama are destined for to being together! It was foretold in China's fortune cookie! DATTEBAYO!!!!" Just then China leaps into the scene armed with a deadly Hello Kitty embellished rifle. Japan and Germany gasp as China throws himself at your feet and begins stroking them affectionately.
"She have so small lotus feet! We must be wed!" Japan and Germany exchange angry but still very sexy and handsome expressions as they proceed to pull China away from you by his ponytail. You watch them wrestling in a big sweaty totally smexi man heap and yoink out your notebook writing down ideas for your next yaoi fanfiction. Just then, Russia comes charging down the street, pockets full of borscht!
"MY BEAUTIFUL YELDA!" he sings as he sweeps you into his big manly hunky Russian arms.
"SACREBLEU! Unhand my woman, you filthy salope!" France shrieks as he flings croissants, expertly striking Russia in his eyes and uses his baget to stab the offending man in the butthole.
As the other nations fight to the death for your love Italy who was spinning spaghetti noticed you and cried tears of joy because his eyes had never beheld such a juicy ass. He jumped out of the 7th floor window of the building he was in and died. The friendly nation of Yakastonia witnessed this horrible tragedy and felt stricken with grief so he told himself a black joke to cheer up.
"I say, that's a mighty fine behind! Fancy a shag?" Brittain asked as he lept from the trolly he was riding.
"Piss off, you blooming bar pot!" yelled England from the top of Big Ben.
"Silence, you pillock!" Brittain cried as he exposed his hairy chest.
All of the very sexy men began shedding their clothing and struggling to make it to you to claim you as their one and only number one super special awesome chocolatey fudge coated ultra rare 1st edition LOVE!
AMERICAAAAA
"What the hell is that?" Said Germany between punches
AMERICAAAAAAAAAAA
"AIYAA!!" screamed China in fear
AMERICA! FUCK YEAH!
The epic music began to play as America flew through the sky naked with a jetpack spewing napalm from his dong. The other nations scrambled for cover but it was too late because AMERICA FUCK YEAH!
They all were caught in the fiery deathsplosion.
America landed triumphantly in front of you as hamburgers and fries began raining from the sky. He swung his huge massive gigantic American penis and cleared the street of the dead bodies of everyone else who was not American.
"I pledge allegiance TO DAT ASS!"
Tears welled up in your eyes as more romantic and beautiful words have never been spoken to you.
And in the end America wins because FREEDOM IS THE ONLY WAY, FUCK YEAH!
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Ever Had Those Moments?
Ever had those times where you want everyone to just.
Shut.
Up.
Just so you can daze off (well, for me, I just wish I was in a private room, or go outside, and stare at something and then daydream. I don't know why, but I always daydream better if I'm staring at something...)
But even so.
I saw I have 1700 page views.
Da hell.
No one ever comments, so I thought I visited my page like 1700 times (since it records anyone who clicks on my blog posts). :/ Wish there would be someone who would comment, other than big bruder Sean.
Now that I mentioned him, I don't think I've texted him.
Must be school.
With the boxes.
And the crayon.
La français classe.
And everything in the like. I wonder if you, who is randomly reading this, is from my school? It feels awkwards. With an 's'.
So, to change this random blogging post, I shall now post a part of a fanfiction I'm currently working on...
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AND THAT'S ALL FOLKS.
*waves*
--Prima
Shut.
Up.
Just so you can daze off (well, for me, I just wish I was in a private room, or go outside, and stare at something and then daydream. I don't know why, but I always daydream better if I'm staring at something...)
But even so.
I saw I have 1700 page views.
Da hell.
No one ever comments, so I thought I visited my page like 1700 times (since it records anyone who clicks on my blog posts). :/ Wish there would be someone who would comment, other than big bruder Sean.
Now that I mentioned him, I don't think I've texted him.
Must be school.
With the boxes.
And the crayon.
La français classe.
And everything in the like. I wonder if you, who is randomly reading this, is from my school? It feels awkwards. With an 's'.
So, to change this random blogging post, I shall now post a part of a fanfiction I'm currently working on...
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TSUNAYOSHI SAWADA --- 30 Questions (with Reborn’s help)
It was your average day in the Vongola Mansion. Scratch that, it was the happiest day in Tsuna’s life. He finished it.
Finished.
It.
Those cursed pieces of paper, those mountains and mountains of white.
All gone. And signed.
By Vongola 10th, Sawada Tsunayoshi.
The brunette lazily leaned back in his leather chair, breathing out a long sigh. His hand reached for his brown hair, pulling them back. He smiled.
‘All. Done.’ Tsuna mindlessly thought, relaxing.
“Not so fast, Dame-Tsuna.”
‘...FML,’ Tsuna sighed out again, but rather harsher than the last one. He glance up, know that kind of voice from anywhere.
“Nice seeing you again, Reborn,” He said, lazily glancing at the small piece of paper in Reborn’s hand. He raised an eyebrow. It was only one piece. Usually Reborn would give him a buttload of those pesky things, and laugh sadistically his way out of the office. Somehow, he knew this wasn’t going to be good for him.
“Yes, now here,” The tall, ex-arcobaleno placed the single paper on his desk, “Answer these questions or else you’re dead.”
“E-Eh...?” Tsuna glanced at the paper’s contents, “30... questions? What kind of game is this, Reborn?”
“A fun one,” He smirked, pointing a suddenly-out-of-no-where gun at his head, “Now, answer the following questions, Dame-Tsuna.”
Tsuna sighed, closing his eyes to let out another sigh, “Alright then...”
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‘Before You Start: Please write 12 people you know in any random order.’
Tsuna raised an eyebrow, before shrugging.
‘1. Gokudera
2. Yamamoto
3. Hibari
4. Mukuro
5. Reborn
6. Xanxus
7. Basil
8. Belphagor
9. Squalo
10. Lambo
11. Collonello
12. Chrome’
AND THAT'S ALL FOLKS.
*waves*
--Prima
2P!Hetalia
I blame them.
It's all their fault.
That I've interested in 2P!AMERICA AND 2P!ENGLAND.
GOD, You have NO IDEA how interesting their characters are!
I mean, look at 2p!England. He can cook.
COOK.
Without burning down the house (although... he leaves traces of poison... in the cupcakes. =.=")
*coughcough*
AND 2P!AMERICA.
He's just so badass. Defiantly the stereotypical bad boy type. But without the whole saddening sap story. Wait.
That might just be it.
...
Great, now I want to create a 2P!Tsunayoshi. :I
IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT AMERICA. You and that baseball bat with nails... in... it.
Oh.
Kay...
I'll just leave.
It's all their fault.
That I've interested in 2P!AMERICA AND 2P!ENGLAND.
GOD, You have NO IDEA how interesting their characters are!
I mean, look at 2p!England. He can cook.
COOK.
Without burning down the house (although... he leaves traces of poison... in the cupcakes. =.=")
*coughcough*
AND 2P!AMERICA.
He's just so badass. Defiantly the stereotypical bad boy type. But without the whole saddening sap story. Wait.
That might just be it.
...
Great, now I want to create a 2P!Tsunayoshi. :I
IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT AMERICA. You and that baseball bat with nails... in... it.
Oh.
Kay...
I'll just leave.
Monday, December 3, 2012
The Hammer Song and the Tower of Pain
Japanese Romanji Lyrics:
Dondon tsuyoku motto tsuyoku
utagoe hibiku itami no tou
Sono teppen ni shigamitsuite
furueteru no wa dochirasama
Sutetakute mo suterarenakute
chiisana itami tamatteta
soitsu wo zutto shimatte kita
ikkome no hako mitasareta
Betsu ni imasara tsuraku mo nai kedo
dareka ga mite kuretara na
kore dake areba yurusarenai kana
sukoshi yasashiku sareru kurai
Suteta mono mo hirotte tsumete
mantan no hako tsumiageta
toorisugari wo yokome ni mite
jukkome no hako tsumiageta
Sou ka kore demo mada tarinai no ka
dareka ni mietenai you da
sore ja dondon takaku shinakucha
sekaijuu ni mo mieru kurai
Dondon takaku motto takaku
tori ni mo todoku itami no tou
sono teppen ni yojinobotte
ousama kibun no nanisama
Nanigoto to ka ookuchi aketa
yajiuma tomo wo mioroshita
koko kara mitara ari no you da
hyakkome no hako tsumiageta
Oatsumari no minasamakata
kore wa watashi no itami desu
anatagata no nagusame nado
todokanu hodo no takasa ni imasu
Kitto watashi wa tokubetsu nan da
dare mo ga miageru kurai ni
Kodoku no kami ni erabareta kara
konna keshiki no naka ni kita
Dondon takaku motto takaku
kumo ni mo todoke itami no tou
Sono teppen ni agura kaite
kamisama kibun no ousama
Kikoeru no wa kaze no oto dake
senkome no hako tsumiageta
Shita wo mitara memai ga shita kaketa
hashi wo tobasareta
Soshite hontou ni samishiku natta
dare ni mo mietenai you da
Koe mo denai hodo kowaku natta
fui ni kikoeta hanmaa songu
Shita kara jun ni daruma otoshi
dareka ga utau hanmaa songu
minna anta to hanashitain da
onaji takasa made orite kite
Dondon tsuyoku motto tsuyoku
utagoe hibiku itami no tou
sono teppen ni shigamitsuite
hana wo tarashiteru kamisama
><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><
English Translation Lyrics:
Louder and louder, ever louder
A voice rings out in song in my tower of pain
Who is that there
Clinging to the top?
I collected the small pains
I wanted to throw away but couldn't
I put them all away
And filled the first box
It's not painful now
If someone's looking, that is
Is this too much to be forgiven?
Enough to be treated a little kindly
I collected things I threw away and things I found
And stack up the full boxes
Looking sidelong at passers-by
I stacked up the tenth box
Oh, so that's not enough
Nobody seems to be looking
I've got to make it even taller, then
So the whole world can see
Higher and higher, ever higher
My tower of pain that birds can reach
I climb up to the top
Who the hell am I to feel like a king?
I looked down at the curious onlookers
Gaping up at me
They look like ants from here
I stacked up the hundredth box
Ladies and gentlemen
This is my pain
I'm up so high
Your consolation can't reach me
I know I'm special
Everyone's looking up at me
I was chosen by a lonely god
To come up here
Higher and higher, ever higher
My tower of pain will reach the clouds
I sit cross-legged at the top
A king who feels like he's a god
All I can hear is the wind
I stacked up the thousandth box
Looking down made me dizzy
My ladder fell down
Then I really felt lonely
Like no one was looking at me
I was so scared I couldn't speak
Then suddenly I heard the hammer song
Knocking each one down in order
Someone was singing a hammer song
Everyone wants to talk to you
Come down to the same level
Louder and louder, ever louder
A voice rings out in song in my tower of pain
Clinging to the top
Is a god with a runny nose
Just me, feeling like a god
Just me, upside down
That's the truth
Who is it?
(The Hammer Song is where you literally grab a hammer and hit the blocks that was stacked up. In this song, the Hammer song is where a couple of friends sang it as they hit those boxes one by one, helping the 'king' come down from his palace one box at a time. It's fine if you don't understand. Go google the song if you want to hear it with music...)
Dondon tsuyoku motto tsuyoku
utagoe hibiku itami no tou
Sono teppen ni shigamitsuite
furueteru no wa dochirasama
Sutetakute mo suterarenakute
chiisana itami tamatteta
soitsu wo zutto shimatte kita
ikkome no hako mitasareta
Betsu ni imasara tsuraku mo nai kedo
dareka ga mite kuretara na
kore dake areba yurusarenai kana
sukoshi yasashiku sareru kurai
Suteta mono mo hirotte tsumete
mantan no hako tsumiageta
toorisugari wo yokome ni mite
jukkome no hako tsumiageta
Sou ka kore demo mada tarinai no ka
dareka ni mietenai you da
sore ja dondon takaku shinakucha
sekaijuu ni mo mieru kurai
Dondon takaku motto takaku
tori ni mo todoku itami no tou
sono teppen ni yojinobotte
ousama kibun no nanisama
Nanigoto to ka ookuchi aketa
yajiuma tomo wo mioroshita
koko kara mitara ari no you da
hyakkome no hako tsumiageta
Oatsumari no minasamakata
kore wa watashi no itami desu
anatagata no nagusame nado
todokanu hodo no takasa ni imasu
Kitto watashi wa tokubetsu nan da
dare mo ga miageru kurai ni
Kodoku no kami ni erabareta kara
konna keshiki no naka ni kita
Dondon takaku motto takaku
kumo ni mo todoke itami no tou
Sono teppen ni agura kaite
kamisama kibun no ousama
Kikoeru no wa kaze no oto dake
senkome no hako tsumiageta
Shita wo mitara memai ga shita kaketa
hashi wo tobasareta
Soshite hontou ni samishiku natta
dare ni mo mietenai you da
Koe mo denai hodo kowaku natta
fui ni kikoeta hanmaa songu
Shita kara jun ni daruma otoshi
dareka ga utau hanmaa songu
minna anta to hanashitain da
onaji takasa made orite kite
Dondon tsuyoku motto tsuyoku
utagoe hibiku itami no tou
sono teppen ni shigamitsuite
hana wo tarashiteru kamisama
><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><
English Translation Lyrics:
Louder and louder, ever louder
A voice rings out in song in my tower of pain
Who is that there
Clinging to the top?
I collected the small pains
I wanted to throw away but couldn't
I put them all away
And filled the first box
It's not painful now
If someone's looking, that is
Is this too much to be forgiven?
Enough to be treated a little kindly
I collected things I threw away and things I found
And stack up the full boxes
Looking sidelong at passers-by
I stacked up the tenth box
Oh, so that's not enough
Nobody seems to be looking
I've got to make it even taller, then
So the whole world can see
Higher and higher, ever higher
My tower of pain that birds can reach
I climb up to the top
Who the hell am I to feel like a king?
I looked down at the curious onlookers
Gaping up at me
They look like ants from here
I stacked up the hundredth box
Ladies and gentlemen
This is my pain
I'm up so high
Your consolation can't reach me
I know I'm special
Everyone's looking up at me
I was chosen by a lonely god
To come up here
Higher and higher, ever higher
My tower of pain will reach the clouds
I sit cross-legged at the top
A king who feels like he's a god
All I can hear is the wind
I stacked up the thousandth box
Looking down made me dizzy
My ladder fell down
Then I really felt lonely
Like no one was looking at me
I was so scared I couldn't speak
Then suddenly I heard the hammer song
Knocking each one down in order
Someone was singing a hammer song
Everyone wants to talk to you
Come down to the same level
Louder and louder, ever louder
A voice rings out in song in my tower of pain
Clinging to the top
Is a god with a runny nose
Just me, feeling like a god
Just me, upside down
That's the truth
Who is it?
(The Hammer Song is where you literally grab a hammer and hit the blocks that was stacked up. In this song, the Hammer song is where a couple of friends sang it as they hit those boxes one by one, helping the 'king' come down from his palace one box at a time. It's fine if you don't understand. Go google the song if you want to hear it with music...)
Crowds in My School
I have nothing against being in crowds. I have my own little group, too (sadly it only consist of Spade and I =.=") But lately Spade doesn't hang out with me, yet that's pretty fine. Judging from the amount of time she spent with her other guyfriends, I'm just a simple flea an her back. :/
So, I'm on Route 1 all over again.
I wonder how long can I last without going mad?
No, scratch that, I've already gone mad...
Atleast, not as mad as the Mad Hatter.
To tell you the truth, I want another, more different friend. There is Diamond. But then again, I never talked to her for these past few decades. And then Clovers all study-study-study. I don't have anything against it, but damnit I want someone around me sometimes.
I'm very bitter. Well, I can be very bitter. It's probably the reason why I broke up with my ex. :/ I just can't help but test it out. It's like a normal thing for me to do. One second, a guy asks me out, and then I'm all like...
"Let's play a game."
Of course, no one knows about my bitter and angst side. She's very dark, too. And along the way, she holds all the anger, the abuse, the bitterment I received from others, and learn from them.
So, now I'm all bitter, and angsty and all that. Not angry though. I don't think I've snapped.
Atleast, not yet.
Oh right, we're talking about crowds. Uh, well, like I stated, I don't really mind. But not she. She's not happy with the amount of people crowding and laughing and making snarky remarks. She wants to fight them, to hurt, and to hear people cry and yell.
I told her to stop it. But she wouldn't listen and closed herself up in the depths of my mind.
...
I sound like I have a multiple personality disorder.
Ah, the crowds have disperse. Good. To be honest, they were getting quite annoying. I think this is going to be a normal thing for me, to be bitter to the people I like. I told myself multiple times.
Be assertive.
Be respectful.
Be responsible.
Be knowledgable.
Be someone everyone likes
But, even so, I kept up this little 'angel girl' act. And surprisingly, people are rather bitter about this type of personality. When I try to help, they would walk away. When I say thanks, they look away. When I lend out a hand, they simple ignore my whole being.
And frankly, it's getting quite annoying.
So, what can I do? I can do multiple things to capture the human's interests. Suicide and death seems to be one of them. Humans react to them, shaking their heads and pitying on the dead.
'She was beautiful.'
'She was nice.'
'She...'
They don't know anything, and yet they comment about how pretty she is, how wonderful her life could've been, or talk about her personality even without the knowledge of knowing that decease person.
How annoying.
I'm tired of hearing that, that people would discuss the death of a person so carelessly. In fact, if I do die, I'd rather die a quiet death, in which no one will talk of my life, my personality, or any of that kind of stuff.
What's another thing that attracts humans? Ah, yes. Destructions. I'm not really gonna discuss the topic. Not my cup of tea.
What about people's pasts? I have a pretty dark past, with the...
Ah, my tea gone bitter.
I'm getting off topic here. We were discussing crowds of people, right? I apologize if this post is making the food go cold. I just walk 1.4 miles just to get to school on time, 'cause the car is broken. Another thing that reminds me of my past.
Don't tell me that I 'have to let go' of my past. As far as I'm concern, it's nobody's business.
I'll keep it in the box of broken things, and pile them higher.
I wonder if anyone will notice that tall tower.
I should make it invisible.
Just so no one will notice.
It's better this way.
...
So, I'm on Route 1 all over again.
I wonder how long can I last without going mad?
No, scratch that, I've already gone mad...
Atleast, not as mad as the Mad Hatter.
To tell you the truth, I want another, more different friend. There is Diamond. But then again, I never talked to her for these past few decades. And then Clovers all study-study-study. I don't have anything against it, but damnit I want someone around me sometimes.
I'm very bitter. Well, I can be very bitter. It's probably the reason why I broke up with my ex. :/ I just can't help but test it out. It's like a normal thing for me to do. One second, a guy asks me out, and then I'm all like...
"Let's play a game."
Of course, no one knows about my bitter and angst side. She's very dark, too. And along the way, she holds all the anger, the abuse, the bitterment I received from others, and learn from them.
So, now I'm all bitter, and angsty and all that. Not angry though. I don't think I've snapped.
Atleast, not yet.
Oh right, we're talking about crowds. Uh, well, like I stated, I don't really mind. But not she. She's not happy with the amount of people crowding and laughing and making snarky remarks. She wants to fight them, to hurt, and to hear people cry and yell.
I told her to stop it. But she wouldn't listen and closed herself up in the depths of my mind.
...
I sound like I have a multiple personality disorder.
Ah, the crowds have disperse. Good. To be honest, they were getting quite annoying. I think this is going to be a normal thing for me, to be bitter to the people I like. I told myself multiple times.
Be assertive.
Be respectful.
Be responsible.
Be knowledgable.
Be someone everyone likes
But, even so, I kept up this little 'angel girl' act. And surprisingly, people are rather bitter about this type of personality. When I try to help, they would walk away. When I say thanks, they look away. When I lend out a hand, they simple ignore my whole being.
And frankly, it's getting quite annoying.
So, what can I do? I can do multiple things to capture the human's interests. Suicide and death seems to be one of them. Humans react to them, shaking their heads and pitying on the dead.
'She was beautiful.'
'She was nice.'
'She...'
They don't know anything, and yet they comment about how pretty she is, how wonderful her life could've been, or talk about her personality even without the knowledge of knowing that decease person.
How annoying.
I'm tired of hearing that, that people would discuss the death of a person so carelessly. In fact, if I do die, I'd rather die a quiet death, in which no one will talk of my life, my personality, or any of that kind of stuff.
What's another thing that attracts humans? Ah, yes. Destructions. I'm not really gonna discuss the topic. Not my cup of tea.
What about people's pasts? I have a pretty dark past, with the...
Ah, my tea gone bitter.
I'm getting off topic here. We were discussing crowds of people, right? I apologize if this post is making the food go cold. I just walk 1.4 miles just to get to school on time, 'cause the car is broken. Another thing that reminds me of my past.
Don't tell me that I 'have to let go' of my past. As far as I'm concern, it's nobody's business.
I'll keep it in the box of broken things, and pile them higher.
I wonder if anyone will notice that tall tower.
I should make it invisible.
Just so no one will notice.
It's better this way.
...
Thursday, November 29, 2012
A New Hope for Humanity
I saw it.
Yeah.
He was... amazing out there.
And no, I'm not talking about Jesus or God or whoever is sitting up in his throne room upstairs.
I'm talking about the police man who gave boots to a homeless man.
I'm starting to see a new hope for humanity. It's nice to think that there are people out there who are kind enough to do that sort of thing. If it were anyone else, they would've just walked away, or ignore the homeless man in the beginning's of December. It's freezing outside people.
It wouldn't hurt to just lend a hand, right?
Link: http://news.yahoo.com/blogs/lookout/nypd-boots-homeless-man-photo-145219581.html
Becoming a detective when I grow up, my resolve to proceed, is once again lit.
---MetanteiPurima
Yeah.
He was... amazing out there.
And no, I'm not talking about Jesus or God or whoever is sitting up in his throne room upstairs.
I'm talking about the police man who gave boots to a homeless man.
I'm starting to see a new hope for humanity. It's nice to think that there are people out there who are kind enough to do that sort of thing. If it were anyone else, they would've just walked away, or ignore the homeless man in the beginning's of December. It's freezing outside people.
It wouldn't hurt to just lend a hand, right?
Link: http://news.yahoo.com/blogs/lookout/nypd-boots-homeless-man-photo-145219581.html
Becoming a detective when I grow up, my resolve to proceed, is once again lit.
---MetanteiPurima
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
I Wanna Weep ;^;
I'm pretty serious here.
I do wanna weep. ;A;
Why...?
...
...
...
...
...
Because KHR is over. ;A;
*wails*
WHY AKIRA AMANO SANNNNN WHYWHYWHYWHY I WANNA SEE TSUNA GROW UP AS A SEXY MAFIOSO MAN. LIKE HE WAS BORN TO BE A MAFIOSO BOSS. HE'S THE BOSS. WHYHWYWHYWHYWHYWHYYYYY
;A; Such a good manga/anime I swear my heart stops beating whenever Tsuna battlescausethatsexyformofhisistotallysexyandall
...
*sniffle*
---sadpurima
I do wanna weep. ;A;
Why...?
...
...
...
...
...
Because KHR is over. ;A;
*wails*
WHY AKIRA AMANO SANNNNN WHYWHYWHYWHY I WANNA SEE TSUNA GROW UP AS A SEXY MAFIOSO MAN. LIKE HE WAS BORN TO BE A MAFIOSO BOSS. HE'S THE BOSS. WHYHWYWHYWHYWHYWHYYYYY
;A; Such a good manga/anime I swear my heart stops beating whenever Tsuna battlescausethatsexyformofhisistotallysexyandall
...
*sniffle*
---sadpurima
Saturday, November 24, 2012
The Four Horsemen [SPOILER ALERT FOR SUPERNATURAL]
Ever heard of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse? I was watching Supernatural today (season 5 episode 19) and when..
---SPOILER ALERT----
Gabriel died
------MOVE ON-------
...I couldn't help but think about Gabriel's plan on stopping Lucifer. Aka, Mission Collect 4 Rings
Which means defeating the four horsemen.
Well, Sam and Dean already defeated Famine and War. And from the looks of it, Pestilence is next...
And ugh.
Pestilence.
Omg.
So gross...
*shivers* UGH THAT WAS SO... HNGOIJDSLKASJDBHKBS SO FREAKIN' GROSS.
He just-- just SNEEZED, like a BUTTLOAD OF BOOGERS on the cashier! AND, SLOBBERED HIS SNOTPOO ON EVERYTHINGGG.
EW. EW. EW. EWWW.
That's so freakin' bloody gross.
I bet the real Pestilence wouldn't do that...He'd probably just sneeze on people and spread the death disease...
So, let's talk about the Four Horsemen.
There are, obviously four men who are
Famine
Pestilence
War
Death
These guys are literally gonna be the doom of humanity. It is believed that these guys will be released when the Apocalypse aka Lucifer downstairs breaking loose.
And we all know that once lovable Lucy is out of his cage, hell will rise and people will die.
Sad thought.
Moving on. So, what does these handsome and cuddly men do?
Well.
Famine here just loooooves to eat people. As in, their souls. Or our souls. A soul is a soul, so Famine doesn't care as long as he eats something. He's like...
Fat people eating twinkies, and not stopping. (No offense here)
Pestilence, my God, has this way of spreading the disease. As in, literally spreading it. I'm serious, this guy will sneeze all his boogers on you. I wouldn't be surprised if he looked like a sickly old man.
War is pretty self-explanatory. War causes (no duh) war between humans. However, since he's all might and powerful with that horse of his, he plays tricks with your mind. He'll mess up our minds and drive you into insanity, thinking the other party is not-so-innocent when they really are, and you gather a group and go human hunting.
*shivers* Well, ain't that a pleasant idea...?
Death is also pretty self-explanatory. Not in a 'oh-hey Grim Reaper, where's Billy and Mandy?' kind, but the 'holy crap it's death' kind. One zap and you're sent to heaven. Or hell. Or the purgatory.
I don't know. And I'd rather not know.
So, here I am. Watching my favorite show 'Supernatural' and waiting for the Winchester bros to kick Pestilence in the butt, and maybe have an extra pack of hand sanitizers...
Yuck...
----Purimaaa
---SPOILER ALERT----
------MOVE ON-------
...I couldn't help but think about Gabriel's plan on stopping Lucifer. Aka, Mission Collect 4 Rings
Which means defeating the four horsemen.
Well, Sam and Dean already defeated Famine and War. And from the looks of it, Pestilence is next...
And ugh.
Pestilence.
Omg.
So gross...
*shivers* UGH THAT WAS SO... HNGOIJDSLKASJDBHKBS SO FREAKIN' GROSS.
He just-- just SNEEZED, like a BUTTLOAD OF BOOGERS on the cashier! AND, SLOBBERED HIS SNOTPOO ON EVERYTHINGGG.
EW. EW. EW. EWWW.
That's so freakin' bloody gross.
I bet the real Pestilence wouldn't do that...
So, let's talk about the Four Horsemen.
There are, obviously four men who are
Famine
Pestilence
War
Death
These guys are literally gonna be the doom of humanity. It is believed that these guys will be released when the Apocalypse aka Lucifer downstairs breaking loose.
And we all know that once lovable Lucy is out of his cage, hell will rise and people will die.
Sad thought.
Moving on. So, what does these handsome and cuddly men do?
Well.
Famine here just loooooves to eat people. As in, their souls. Or our souls. A soul is a soul, so Famine doesn't care as long as he eats something. He's like...
Fat people eating twinkies, and not stopping. (No offense here)
Pestilence, my God, has this way of spreading the disease. As in, literally spreading it. I'm serious, this guy will sneeze all his boogers on you. I wouldn't be surprised if he looked like a sickly old man.
War is pretty self-explanatory. War causes (no duh) war between humans. However, since he's all might and powerful with that horse of his, he plays tricks with your mind. He'll mess up our minds and drive you into insanity, thinking the other party is not-so-innocent when they really are, and you gather a group and go human hunting.
*shivers* Well, ain't that a pleasant idea...?
Death is also pretty self-explanatory. Not in a 'oh-hey Grim Reaper, where's Billy and Mandy?' kind, but the 'holy crap it's death' kind. One zap and you're sent to heaven. Or hell. Or the purgatory.
I don't know. And I'd rather not know.
So, here I am. Watching my favorite show 'Supernatural' and waiting for the Winchester bros to kick Pestilence in the butt, and maybe have an extra pack of hand sanitizers...
Yuck...
----Purimaaa
Thursday, November 22, 2012
To The People Who Actually Reads This
Why.
...
No, seriously, why are you stalking me on this blog? It's mine.
So.
ShooshoothisplaceishmineD<
...
No, seriously, why are you stalking me on this blog? It's mine.
So.
ShooshoothisplaceishmineD<
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Why I Must Rant
Ranting is good for me. Quite literally. You see, I'm the medium, the peacemaker, the Tsuna-whenever-Gokudera-get's-mad type of person.
But I'm also a let's-hold-it-all-in type of person. Kinda like Benvolio in Romeo and Juliet. But with boobs and no dick. (I'm pretty sure Benvolio is a man...)
But moving on!
I need to rant. There are things in my life I can't understand and I just can't take it anymore. Truth is, I use to have this little diary, where I would put all sort of funky things in it, writing in it like as if the diary itself was my secret messenger to a secret friend. The bad thing was that my mom read it.
Uh.
EVER HEARD OF PRIVACY?
Yes, I'm a teen and I'm probably doing through some funky phase or whatevers, but I want privacy. I'm growing up and I don't wanna be babied. And don't you know how annoying it is that parents say you're too young to do this, but too old to do that? Like you're old enough to do chores on your own, but you're too young to watch a PG13 movie type of thing.
I have nothing against not watching an R rated movie or even doing chores, but privacy is privacy! And my diary is one of them! My mom read it, and even wrote in it. She even talked to me about it. Now look, I'm just writing in it to vent out some anger I had before I came to my senses. The whole purpose I like keeping a diary is to keep secrets and maybe one day look back on all the weird and funny "conversations" I wrote in my diary.
BUT NO.
BECAUSE APPARENTLY, PRIVACY DOESN'T EXSIST IN ANY PARENT'S DICTIONARY.
Here's the truth, I can't keep bottling these feelings up. And I sure as hell ain't gonna express them (damn slipped into a country accent... =.=").
I don't wanna express myself because I'm sick and tired of people asking why I act like that or give me that dirty look.
And I can't keep bottling these feelings up, because just like they said in Healthy Living, it's bad for you.
Ranting online is the only privacy I can get so far. And nothing bad has happened. Everything's normal, no one's coming up to me asking to take down my blog, and I'm not calling out to anyone.
I feel tired and exhausted when I lock my anger down. I'm not assertive, but passive. I'm not extroverted, but introverted. I'm not funky or cool or outstanding. NO.
I'm like the female version of Canada from Hetalia!
So what the bloody hell? (...my English accent... =.=") I rant. And rant. And rant.
To rant or not to rant. Is my question.
I wonder if there's a fan-made Canada blog...?
Moving on...
So, I always lock my anger down. To the very last drop. The VERY. LAST. DROP.
And I exert the here in this little blog called, "Because I Need to Rant".
I'm not a bad person, which is pretty funky 'cause I myself can't tell I'm a good little angel or the evil devil. But I swear I try my best to make everyone my friend. Albeit, it's difficult 'cause the thought of being the one to initiate the conversation is pretty scary. I'm not like that. I tried starting the convo, but it just goes down the drain when they start making the air awkward by not answering me, or never even glancing at me.
Uh. Hello? I'm standing right here and I'm talking to you. Aren't you being alittle bit rude to me? Huh? HUH?!
...
*deep breathe*
I know that people have a hard time making a good convo towards me, but I do make an effort to talk to other people. Because I love to talk. I'm a girl, and I was originally extroverted (I was bullied as a child, so I became introverted) and I just LOVE talking. I don't give a damn if it's about a hot sexy guy or even about books. I just need some sort of communication.
'Cause that's what I lack in life.
I lack communication. In fact, it a huge problem to me and other people. Y'know how teachers just love group work? Well, huzzah! I'm in a group project!
Wonderful!
Truly spectacular!
Annnnndddddd they don't talk much...
Ughh, I worry about my generation. No, screw that, I'm already worried. Most of the kids I've met were so... troubled. I mean, I'm not saying they're bad people, just... people with very bad experiences. I've met nice people, mean people, bitches, lovers, assholes, idiots, morons, nerds, geeks, sport-fanatics, lesbians and gays, and all the colors of the rainbow. Hell, I even met gangsters (or... that was how they referred themselves as...).
But each and everyone of them, I enjoyed talking to. They atleast talked to me, and I can tell they enjoyed talking to me, too. And they would often talk about their family, their friends, their past. And it was either the good life filled with money, or the dark road with parents doing drugs and other bad stuff.
I'm not saying, they're bad people. They grew up badly. We are children, and either we like it or not, we hold the future. And isn't it the adult's responsibility to take care of that child?
My God, looking back on those people, the parents were mostly the cause of the child's misfortune. My dad, the biggest douche bag you've ever met, beat my mother nearly to death while having sex with her. Do you think it's rape even they are married? I think so. And I was only 5 at the time. It was the first time I saw it happen, or maybe it happened for a long time, and I was too young to remember.
To tell you the truth, I was the downfall of their marriage. They were happy, until they got married, and made a baby named lil' Purima (stated in my older posts, I'm not revealing my real name). My dad started drinking more and more, while mom started to love me less and less. She was very hesitant on having me. And I was unaware of this. I was growing in her belly and, now, knowing all about the growth of a baby inside a women, is pretty disturbing. Saying that I was the one who did that funky kicking in her stomach and eating some of the coffee mom drank. *shivers*
So, when I was officially brought into this world, I would cry and cry and cry. I'm pretty sure my tears could put the Mississippi River to shame. I cried when I pooped, when I peed, when I was hungry, when I was sad, or happy, or laughing. And my mom wasn't ready for it.
While momma was taking care of my crying sad and disgusting mess, dad was fooling with other women in a local bar.
A bar.
How can this get any worse? Oh, there's lots to tell.
One day, my mom was taking care of my as usual. Grandma and grandpa was out at a casino, and daddy was 'out with a friend'. As per usual, I was crying and mom was trying to figure out why. What really happened was that she gave me the wrong type of milk. I was around 18 months old, I think, and I was very sickly. So I cried and cried because the milk mom gave me was wrong and hurted my tummy.
Being only 21 at the time, she threw me on the bed. Threw. Threw me. A baby no older than 18 months old.
My mom was super stressed at the time, doing this and that and trying to keep father in check. But when she threw me on that bed, when I completely stopped crying, she raised hell. My mom panicked, jumping from place to place, grabbing me and trying to call dad. She went into the car and drove like a mad woman to the nearest hospital.
The rest went by quickly. I was hospitalized for a couple of days, the doc telling mom that the reason I was crying was because that I had the wrong milk and that I'm fine at the moment (although I had a slow pulse that grew normal during the next few days). The doctor even said that she needed to relax and calm down. She was flickering her eyes like she's having a dream, her body was shaking like a leaf. She was scared for my life.
And I was uncouncious the whole ride.
To tell you the truth, I'm happy that happened. 'Cause if it didn't, mom would be probably push me up for adoption and stay with dad. Which reminds me. Wanna know what happened while mom was busy worrying for my life?
Drinking at the bar.
Promise me this, reader, that you'll never drink. Or even become an alcoholic. Please don't. My dad completely lost me, and I've given him so many chances to redeem himself. But this time, I can't give him anything else anymore. I know forgiveness must be essential, but I give up. I'm not 'forgiving' him anymore.
What's the point if I wait for someone who I know will never come? And I believed in him. That he'll start over, and start acting like a father.
But no.
He strikes all my hopes down with just an arrow. I'm done. That's it.
He's no longer my 'dad'. He has no right to be called that anyway. A father is someone who is biologically related to you, but the person who raised you into who you are.
If I had anything else to say, mom would be my father and my mother. (lol)
After that incident at the hospital, she spoiled me rotten. And I loved, absolutely loved, the attention she gave me as a child. It was funny, too. She would record me dancing and shaking my bum when every I hear the t.v. play some funky music. She would sing me lullabies in vientamese. She would even help me sign up for sports I want to do or go to the concerts I'm in (when she has time).
If anything, my mom is the stronger woman I've ever met. And I love her.
I kinda feel lucky now... ehehehehe...
I wonder, when I grow up and have my own family, that my children will think the same as I did with my mother...?
Ah, well... if I'll ever catch the golden fish for me...
---Purimaaa
But I'm also a let's-hold-it-all-in type of person. Kinda like Benvolio in Romeo and Juliet. But with boobs and no dick. (I'm pretty sure Benvolio is a man...)
But moving on!
I need to rant. There are things in my life I can't understand and I just can't take it anymore. Truth is, I use to have this little diary, where I would put all sort of funky things in it, writing in it like as if the diary itself was my secret messenger to a secret friend. The bad thing was that my mom read it.
Uh.
EVER HEARD OF PRIVACY?
Yes, I'm a teen and I'm probably doing through some funky phase or whatevers, but I want privacy. I'm growing up and I don't wanna be babied. And don't you know how annoying it is that parents say you're too young to do this, but too old to do that? Like you're old enough to do chores on your own, but you're too young to watch a PG13 movie type of thing.
I have nothing against not watching an R rated movie or even doing chores, but privacy is privacy! And my diary is one of them! My mom read it, and even wrote in it. She even talked to me about it. Now look, I'm just writing in it to vent out some anger I had before I came to my senses. The whole purpose I like keeping a diary is to keep secrets and maybe one day look back on all the weird and funny "conversations" I wrote in my diary.
BUT NO.
BECAUSE APPARENTLY, PRIVACY DOESN'T EXSIST IN ANY PARENT'S DICTIONARY.
Here's the truth, I can't keep bottling these feelings up. And I sure as hell ain't gonna express them (damn slipped into a country accent... =.=").
I don't wanna express myself because I'm sick and tired of people asking why I act like that or give me that dirty look.
And I can't keep bottling these feelings up, because just like they said in Healthy Living, it's bad for you.
Ranting online is the only privacy I can get so far. And nothing bad has happened. Everything's normal, no one's coming up to me asking to take down my blog, and I'm not calling out to anyone.
I feel tired and exhausted when I lock my anger down. I'm not assertive, but passive. I'm not extroverted, but introverted. I'm not funky or cool or outstanding. NO.
I'm like the female version of Canada from Hetalia!
So what the bloody hell? (...my English accent... =.=") I rant. And rant. And rant.
To rant or not to rant. Is my question.
I wonder if there's a fan-made Canada blog...?
Moving on...
So, I always lock my anger down. To the very last drop. The VERY. LAST. DROP.
And I exert the here in this little blog called, "Because I Need to Rant".
I'm not a bad person, which is pretty funky 'cause I myself can't tell I'm a good little angel or the evil devil. But I swear I try my best to make everyone my friend. Albeit, it's difficult 'cause the thought of being the one to initiate the conversation is pretty scary. I'm not like that. I tried starting the convo, but it just goes down the drain when they start making the air awkward by not answering me, or never even glancing at me.
Uh. Hello? I'm standing right here and I'm talking to you. Aren't you being alittle bit rude to me? Huh? HUH?!
...
*deep breathe*
I know that people have a hard time making a good convo towards me, but I do make an effort to talk to other people. Because I love to talk. I'm a girl, and I was originally extroverted (I was bullied as a child, so I became introverted) and I just LOVE talking. I don't give a damn if it's about a hot sexy guy or even about books. I just need some sort of communication.
'Cause that's what I lack in life.
I lack communication. In fact, it a huge problem to me and other people. Y'know how teachers just love group work? Well, huzzah! I'm in a group project!
Wonderful!
Truly spectacular!
Annnnndddddd they don't talk much...
Ughh, I worry about my generation. No, screw that, I'm already worried. Most of the kids I've met were so... troubled. I mean, I'm not saying they're bad people, just... people with very bad experiences. I've met nice people, mean people, bitches, lovers, assholes, idiots, morons, nerds, geeks, sport-fanatics, lesbians and gays, and all the colors of the rainbow. Hell, I even met gangsters (or... that was how they referred themselves as...).
But each and everyone of them, I enjoyed talking to. They atleast talked to me, and I can tell they enjoyed talking to me, too. And they would often talk about their family, their friends, their past. And it was either the good life filled with money, or the dark road with parents doing drugs and other bad stuff.
I'm not saying, they're bad people. They grew up badly. We are children, and either we like it or not, we hold the future. And isn't it the adult's responsibility to take care of that child?
My God, looking back on those people, the parents were mostly the cause of the child's misfortune. My dad, the biggest douche bag you've ever met, beat my mother nearly to death while having sex with her. Do you think it's rape even they are married? I think so. And I was only 5 at the time. It was the first time I saw it happen, or maybe it happened for a long time, and I was too young to remember.
To tell you the truth, I was the downfall of their marriage. They were happy, until they got married, and made a baby named lil' Purima (stated in my older posts, I'm not revealing my real name). My dad started drinking more and more, while mom started to love me less and less. She was very hesitant on having me. And I was unaware of this. I was growing in her belly and, now, knowing all about the growth of a baby inside a women, is pretty disturbing. Saying that I was the one who did that funky kicking in her stomach and eating some of the coffee mom drank. *shivers*
So, when I was officially brought into this world, I would cry and cry and cry. I'm pretty sure my tears could put the Mississippi River to shame. I cried when I pooped, when I peed, when I was hungry, when I was sad, or happy, or laughing. And my mom wasn't ready for it.
While momma was taking care of my crying sad and disgusting mess, dad was fooling with other women in a local bar.
A bar.
How can this get any worse? Oh, there's lots to tell.
One day, my mom was taking care of my as usual. Grandma and grandpa was out at a casino, and daddy was 'out with a friend'. As per usual, I was crying and mom was trying to figure out why. What really happened was that she gave me the wrong type of milk. I was around 18 months old, I think, and I was very sickly. So I cried and cried because the milk mom gave me was wrong and hurted my tummy.
Being only 21 at the time, she threw me on the bed. Threw. Threw me. A baby no older than 18 months old.
My mom was super stressed at the time, doing this and that and trying to keep father in check. But when she threw me on that bed, when I completely stopped crying, she raised hell. My mom panicked, jumping from place to place, grabbing me and trying to call dad. She went into the car and drove like a mad woman to the nearest hospital.
The rest went by quickly. I was hospitalized for a couple of days, the doc telling mom that the reason I was crying was because that I had the wrong milk and that I'm fine at the moment (although I had a slow pulse that grew normal during the next few days). The doctor even said that she needed to relax and calm down. She was flickering her eyes like she's having a dream, her body was shaking like a leaf. She was scared for my life.
And I was uncouncious the whole ride.
To tell you the truth, I'm happy that happened. 'Cause if it didn't, mom would be probably push me up for adoption and stay with dad. Which reminds me. Wanna know what happened while mom was busy worrying for my life?
Drinking at the bar.
Promise me this, reader, that you'll never drink. Or even become an alcoholic. Please don't. My dad completely lost me, and I've given him so many chances to redeem himself. But this time, I can't give him anything else anymore. I know forgiveness must be essential, but I give up. I'm not 'forgiving' him anymore.
What's the point if I wait for someone who I know will never come? And I believed in him. That he'll start over, and start acting like a father.
But no.
He strikes all my hopes down with just an arrow. I'm done. That's it.
He's no longer my 'dad'. He has no right to be called that anyway. A father is someone who is biologically related to you, but the person who raised you into who you are.
If I had anything else to say, mom would be my father and my mother. (lol)
After that incident at the hospital, she spoiled me rotten. And I loved, absolutely loved, the attention she gave me as a child. It was funny, too. She would record me dancing and shaking my bum when every I hear the t.v. play some funky music. She would sing me lullabies in vientamese. She would even help me sign up for sports I want to do or go to the concerts I'm in (when she has time).
If anything, my mom is the stronger woman I've ever met. And I love her.
I kinda feel lucky now... ehehehehe...
I wonder, when I grow up and have my own family, that my children will think the same as I did with my mother...?
Ah, well... if I'll ever catch the golden fish for me...
---Purimaaa
Monday, November 19, 2012
*Hshshshs*
*Hs. Hs. Hs. Hs.*
That's the sound of a fangirl hyperventilating. So.
*Hs. Hs. Hs. Hs. Hs. Hs. Hs. Hs. Hs. Hs.*
----FangirlingSupernaturalPurima
That's the sound of a fangirl hyperventilating. So.
*Hs. Hs. Hs. Hs. Hs. Hs. Hs. Hs. Hs. Hs.*
----FangirlingSupernaturalPurima
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Ferrero Rocher
If a guy ever loves me deeply and is honestly trying his utmost best to win my heart, he only needs one thing.
Ferrero Rochers.
It's the best chocolate ever (in my opinion) and my God, I'd fall for anyone who can give me a pack of these.
I mean, it's the definition of 'crunchy on the out, creamy in the in' kind of chocolate ball. And it's so delicious, my mouth literally waters just from imagining it. And that taste.
The freakin' taste.
asdflkjhcauhjdfhngggggg
*ahem* So yah. I love Ferrero Rochers to the point that I'm labeled as a chocoholic.
Or maybe it's because of my period.
...
Yeah... it's probably because of my period...
But mostly because of the deliciousness of Rocher. And the chocolate. Defiantly the chocolate. Hurhurhur XD
---FerreroRocherLoverPurima
Ferrero Rochers.
It's the best chocolate ever (in my opinion) and my God, I'd fall for anyone who can give me a pack of these.
I mean, it's the definition of 'crunchy on the out, creamy in the in' kind of chocolate ball. And it's so delicious, my mouth literally waters just from imagining it. And that taste.
The freakin' taste.
asdflkjhcauhjdfhngggggg
*ahem* So yah. I love Ferrero Rochers to the point that I'm labeled as a chocoholic.
Or maybe it's because of my period.
...
Yeah... it's probably because of my period...
But mostly because of the deliciousness of Rocher. And the chocolate. Defiantly the chocolate. Hurhurhur XD
---FerreroRocherLoverPurima
ABC's What Would You Do?
I. Love watching these.
THEY ARE JUST SO AMUSING.
And I just go on full-blown rants. Like that one-hour long rants.
So today, I was watching ABC's What Would You Do? Where a women was breastfeeding her baby in a local café, where this manager was totally against it, and said that she has 'no class'.
Look. Breastfeeding is awkward, I know. I've seen before. But it's not uncommon nor is it illegal.
We have people, mooching others off, and even having public sex. But we don't think it's a big deal. Breastfeeding a baby is.
What sort of logic is that?!
In our culture, we, the Americans, totally are against nudity. But we're so up for it when it comes to violence or sex. Or drugs.
But breastfeeding is a no-no.
I don't have anything against it. It's normal, albeit not something you see everyday of your life, but it's still normal. Moving on, the manager of the café, tells her to leave, but she doesn't want to. And there were other people other, too. One couple had said, now stay with me here, that they think that the manager is right.
I kinda agree, that it's awkward and makes people uncomfortable. But it's not like you're gonna see it everyday.
At least the women are with the breastfeeding lady. One of them even said that it was legal, and that the manager had no right to say that she has to go somewhere else just because of feeding her baby.
We alllll breastfeeded when we a little kid. It was essential and normal for our mothers to do that. When we were babies, we couldn't drink milk from the bottle, nor can we drink the milk from the store. So we feed upon our mother's breasts. It's the truth. Either you like it or not, it's a fact that at some point when we were babies, we had to breastfeed.
It's embarrassing, but I'll be lying if I wasn't breastfeeded when I was little.
So, here's what I'm trying to get across.
Although it's awkward and makes you uncomfortable, breastfeeding is normal.
Sheesh, people. But it can't be helped. Our generation is screwed up from our judgments about people. Just because of one person's action is out of place or even a little awkward, you don't know their past, or the reason why they act like that. Did you know that she could've been raped and decided to keep the baby? Or that maybe she was waiting for the father? Or maybe that she's just tired and sore and waiting for the bus by waiting in the café?
STOP BEING NARROW MINDED PEOPLE. JUST. STOP. And, maybe for once, start using that puddle of poo in your head that people call a brain. It could save your life and make you a better person.
----Steaming Purima
THEY ARE JUST SO AMUSING.
And I just go on full-blown rants. Like that one-hour long rants.
So today, I was watching ABC's What Would You Do? Where a women was breastfeeding her baby in a local café, where this manager was totally against it, and said that she has 'no class'.
Look. Breastfeeding is awkward, I know. I've seen before. But it's not uncommon nor is it illegal.
We have people, mooching others off, and even having public sex. But we don't think it's a big deal. Breastfeeding a baby is.
What sort of logic is that?!
In our culture, we, the Americans, totally are against nudity. But we're so up for it when it comes to violence or sex. Or drugs.
But breastfeeding is a no-no.
I don't have anything against it. It's normal, albeit not something you see everyday of your life, but it's still normal. Moving on, the manager of the café, tells her to leave, but she doesn't want to. And there were other people other, too. One couple had said, now stay with me here, that they think that the manager is right.
I kinda agree, that it's awkward and makes people uncomfortable. But it's not like you're gonna see it everyday.
At least the women are with the breastfeeding lady. One of them even said that it was legal, and that the manager had no right to say that she has to go somewhere else just because of feeding her baby.
We alllll breastfeeded when we a little kid. It was essential and normal for our mothers to do that. When we were babies, we couldn't drink milk from the bottle, nor can we drink the milk from the store. So we feed upon our mother's breasts. It's the truth. Either you like it or not, it's a fact that at some point when we were babies, we had to breastfeed.
It's embarrassing, but I'll be lying if I wasn't breastfeeded when I was little.
So, here's what I'm trying to get across.
Although it's awkward and makes you uncomfortable, breastfeeding is normal.
Sheesh, people. But it can't be helped. Our generation is screwed up from our judgments about people. Just because of one person's action is out of place or even a little awkward, you don't know their past, or the reason why they act like that. Did you know that she could've been raped and decided to keep the baby? Or that maybe she was waiting for the father? Or maybe that she's just tired and sore and waiting for the bus by waiting in the café?
STOP BEING NARROW MINDED PEOPLE. JUST. STOP. And, maybe for once, start using that puddle of poo in your head that people call a brain. It could save your life and make you a better person.
----Steaming Purima
I Got Shot
I got shot in the arm.
Twice.
As in, the shots for getting HPV or Chickenpox. Y'know. Vaccines and stuff.
And god I was scared shitless.
I maybe impassive and all, but damn I turn into a little mouse when I see that syringe thingy. Funny thing is, the pain lasted about 5 seconds.
I feel kinda stupid for being scared.
Well, the chicken pox shot caused my whole arm to be numb, while the HPV stung like hell. So, I guess I had a reason to be scared. That, and the whole trauma thing I had as a kid (remember every second, those times when I had to have 4 shots. Why can't they just knock me out with knock-out gas? QwQ).
Well, atleast I can continue basketball practice. I know that they might kick me off the team, or even sit me out throughout the game, at the very least, I had fun.
I'll be sad, but I had fun.
Plus it's understandable that I'm not in good physical shape to play basketball. I'm really out of shape (gained 3 pounds from my last check-up... which was around 2 years ago maybe...?).
BUT I still like baskteball. Maybe if I ever get kicked out, I can watch them practice? :D
----Boss Prima
Twice.
As in, the shots for getting HPV or Chickenpox. Y'know. Vaccines and stuff.
And god I was scared shitless.
I maybe impassive and all, but damn I turn into a little mouse when I see that syringe thingy. Funny thing is, the pain lasted about 5 seconds.
I feel kinda stupid for being scared.
Well, the chicken pox shot caused my whole arm to be numb, while the HPV stung like hell. So, I guess I had a reason to be scared. That, and the whole trauma thing I had as a kid (remember every second, those times when I had to have 4 shots. Why can't they just knock me out with knock-out gas? QwQ).
Well, atleast I can continue basketball practice. I know that they might kick me off the team, or even sit me out throughout the game, at the very least, I had fun.
I'll be sad, but I had fun.
Plus it's understandable that I'm not in good physical shape to play basketball. I'm really out of shape (gained 3 pounds from my last check-up... which was around 2 years ago maybe...?).
BUT I still like baskteball. Maybe if I ever get kicked out, I can watch them practice? :D
----Boss Prima
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Loving the Earth
So. I have this poem I have to do about the Kyoto Protocol.
I just picked it because it was Japan-related.
*facepalm*
Well.
Here's a happy picture of Earth as I struggle to finish my poem. And also mentally prepare for my vaccine tomorrow (need two shots for chicken pox qwq).
I just picked it because it was Japan-related.
*facepalm*
Well.
Here's a happy picture of Earth as I struggle to finish my poem. And also mentally prepare for my vaccine tomorrow (need two shots for chicken pox qwq).
-KyotoProtocol Purimaaa
Monday, November 12, 2012
Gasping for Air
I.
Can't.
Breathe.
Alright, I can still breathe, except that I feel like I'm gonna cough up some blood...
I just had basketball btw. AND IT'S SO SCARY AND INTENSE.
...
BUT I STILL LOVE IT.
Pity that I had to leave early because my coach said I couldn't turn in my physical forms yet. Too late. My pinkie realllly hurts lol.
And man, I suck.
Like, really really really badly. Hell, I thought I'd be like Peter Griffen running home when he won that Willie Wonka beer ticket. BUT NOPE. I just tripped on my butt and skinned my knee.
...
I didn't cry atleast. :D
I'm just happy the team is nice to me :) Although... It makes me feel worse, look worse, and probably am the worse. I'm not the worse player-- nah, screw that, I think I'm really the worse on the team. I can hardly breathe and I missed 75% of practice because I was stupid and read the timing wrong when the message for all bball girl's tryouts are today. Well, damn.
So much for thinking I can join the girl's basketball team. My life. Sucks.
Can't.
Breathe.
Alright, I can still breathe, except that I feel like I'm gonna cough up some blood...
I just had basketball btw. AND IT'S SO SCARY AND INTENSE.
...
BUT I STILL LOVE IT.
Pity that I had to leave early because my coach said I couldn't turn in my physical forms yet. Too late. My pinkie realllly hurts lol.
And man, I suck.
Like, really really really badly. Hell, I thought I'd be like Peter Griffen running home when he won that Willie Wonka beer ticket. BUT NOPE. I just tripped on my butt and skinned my knee.
...
I didn't cry atleast. :D
I'm just happy the team is nice to me :) Although... It makes me feel worse, look worse, and probably am the worse. I'm not the worse player-- nah, screw that, I think I'm really the worse on the team. I can hardly breathe and I missed 75% of practice because I was stupid and read the timing wrong when the message for all bball girl's tryouts are today. Well, damn.
So much for thinking I can join the girl's basketball team. My life. Sucks.
Learning How to Become Invisible
Step one: Do not talk much.
Step two: Do not attract attention.
Step three: Do not notice people.
Step four: Become one with the wall.
Step five: Be me.
Look, I don't have anything against being invisible, it's just that whenever I want to be noticed, people never do.
And it pisses me off.
Seriously, is it that hard to ask for alittle attention? I know I've gained the ability of being invisible, but Wonder Women over here wants someone to talk to in some classes. I hardly have any friends in my class, and Spade isn't in any of my classes other than Healthy Living. Well, she's a grade below me, so I can't do anything about that. Maybe I should go scouting for some more friends? I do have basketball practice tonight, and it wouldn't hurt to make new friends in Bball.
What sucks is that I'm very introverted when it comes to meeting new people. It sucks like hell.
Pfft, what am I talking about? Hell would be paradise since I can gain lots and lots of attention easy.
Well... maybe. I think I'll be stuck in the land of Purgatory instead. I'd rather be in the middle than be in Heaven or Hell. Maybe.
I don't really know what I'm saying anymore.
But moving on...
I shall now commence the stake-out.
Mission title: 'Spot the Shiny Nickle'
Goal: Gain new members/friends/people
Gadgets: None needed until further notified
------Stand by------------Purima logged off--------
Mission sent.
The following owner of this blog has logged off. Please go to another page as the owner of this blog returns with further news. Until the owner is back, go on Facebook or any other time-wasting internet websites. Have a good day.
Step two: Do not attract attention.
Step three: Do not notice people.
Step four: Become one with the wall.
Step five: Be me.
Look, I don't have anything against being invisible, it's just that whenever I want to be noticed, people never do.
And it pisses me off.
Seriously, is it that hard to ask for alittle attention? I know I've gained the ability of being invisible, but Wonder Women over here wants someone to talk to in some classes. I hardly have any friends in my class, and Spade isn't in any of my classes other than Healthy Living. Well, she's a grade below me, so I can't do anything about that. Maybe I should go scouting for some more friends? I do have basketball practice tonight, and it wouldn't hurt to make new friends in Bball.
What sucks is that I'm very introverted when it comes to meeting new people. It sucks like hell.
Pfft, what am I talking about? Hell would be paradise since I can gain lots and lots of attention easy.
Well... maybe. I think I'll be stuck in the land of Purgatory instead. I'd rather be in the middle than be in Heaven or Hell. Maybe.
I don't really know what I'm saying anymore.
But moving on...
I shall now commence the stake-out.
Mission title: 'Spot the Shiny Nickle'
Goal: Gain new members/friends/people
Gadgets: None needed until further notified
------Stand by------------Purima logged off--------
Mission sent.
The following owner of this blog has logged off. Please go to another page as the owner of this blog returns with further news. Until the owner is back, go on Facebook or any other time-wasting internet websites. Have a good day.
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Kuroko no Basket vs. KHR!
I wonder why I choose to read this manga, but it was probably because of Reborn.
Hell, both mangas/animes scream yaoiness.
I mean, look how many couples I already made:
Kuroko x Aomine
Kuroko x Kagami
Kuroko x Kise
Kuroko x Akashi
Kuroko x Murasakibara (...Well, Murasakibara did say he wanted to 'crush' Kuroko... until he realizes Kuroko's very fragile *shifty eyes*:DD)
Kuroko x Midorima (Very rare, but opposites do attract)
Kise x Aomine
and more to come... (too lazy to list them all out...)
And then KHR has like:
Tsuna x Hibari (2718)
Tsuna x Mukuro (2769)
Tsuna x Reborn (27R)
Tsuna x Dino (27D)
Tsuna x Lambo (27L, I honestly don't know Lambo's fan number yet, so yah)
Tsuna x Byakuran (27100)
Tsuna x Enma (2700)
Tsuna x Alaude (27A...? Does Alaude even have a fan number?)
Tsuna x Xanxus (2710, or, atleast I think so... maybe 27X?)
Tsuna x Collonello (Surprisingly, Tsuna tops in this one. I swear, there's a fanfiction on this)
Tsuna x Fon (There's a super cool fanfiction about them on fanfiction.net, the title has something with rain... I forgot.)
Tsuna x Basil (I suggest them being a challenge, considering they're both ukelicious, but Tsuna wins and Basil takes the top XD)
Tsuna x Verde (There's also a fanfiction story about this)
Tsuna x pretty much everyone that has a dick. There are also some girls, but*shoves Kyoko and Haru out the window* I don't see them anywhere...
And. SO. Who's the better uke? Tsuna or Kuroko?
...
I honestly think Tsuna is a cuter uke, but that's probably because I've read so many fanfictions, I've been influenced. But then, Kuroko is pretty ukelicious, too...
Y I NO BOY GOD?! ヽ(#`Д´)ﾉ
All right, I'm done for today.
CIao ciaoooo
---FujoshiPurima
Here's a funny pic of Kuroko and Kagami XDDD
Hell, both mangas/animes scream yaoiness.
I mean, look how many couples I already made:
Kuroko x Aomine
Kuroko x Kagami
Kuroko x Kise
Kuroko x Akashi
Kuroko x Murasakibara (...Well, Murasakibara did say he wanted to 'crush' Kuroko... until he realizes Kuroko's very fragile *shifty eyes*:DD)
Kuroko x Midorima (Very rare, but opposites do attract)
Kise x Aomine
and more to come... (too lazy to list them all out...)
And then KHR has like:
Tsuna x Hibari (2718)
Tsuna x Mukuro (2769)
Tsuna x Reborn (27R)
Tsuna x Dino (27D)
Tsuna x Lambo (27L, I honestly don't know Lambo's fan number yet, so yah)
Tsuna x Byakuran (27100)
Tsuna x Enma (2700)
Tsuna x Alaude (27A...? Does Alaude even have a fan number?)
Tsuna x Xanxus (2710, or, atleast I think so... maybe 27X?)
Tsuna x Collonello (Surprisingly, Tsuna tops in this one. I swear, there's a fanfiction on this)
Tsuna x Fon (There's a super cool fanfiction about them on fanfiction.net, the title has something with rain... I forgot.)
Tsuna x Basil (I suggest them being a challenge, considering they're both ukelicious, but Tsuna wins and Basil takes the top XD)
Tsuna x Verde (There's also a fanfiction story about this)
Tsuna x pretty much everyone that has a dick. There are also some girls, but
And. SO. Who's the better uke? Tsuna or Kuroko?
...
I honestly think Tsuna is a cuter uke, but that's probably because I've read so many fanfictions, I've been influenced. But then, Kuroko is pretty ukelicious, too...
Y I NO BOY GOD?! ヽ(#`Д´)ﾉ
All right, I'm done for today.
CIao ciaoooo
---FujoshiPurima
Here's a funny pic of Kuroko and Kagami XDDD
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
What It Takes to be in Healthy Living
Well.
What does it take to be in healthy living?
Surviving a wasp attack. That's wuht.
It was so freakin' hilarious! I never seen nor heard my teacher scream that loud, nor did I expected her to either. She's so... mature. Like, the type of teacher you'd can befriend with, and knows the difference between a student and a student-friend. She's the type of teacher that basically everyone likes.
So when you hear her scream, you did not expect it at all.
At first, I was looking around, wondering what's going on, while my other female classmates where screaming and backing away to the door. The guys, just like me, were looking around.
Until Mr. Wasp got out of hiding, and floated on top of our heads.
You have no idea how funny it was.
But good things have to end early, and someone killed poor Mr. Wasp and class ended.
Though, you gotta admit, it was pretty damn funny.
---purimaadesu!
What does it take to be in healthy living?
Surviving a wasp attack. That's wuht.
It was so freakin' hilarious! I never seen nor heard my teacher scream that loud, nor did I expected her to either. She's so... mature. Like, the type of teacher you'd can befriend with, and knows the difference between a student and a student-friend. She's the type of teacher that basically everyone likes.
So when you hear her scream, you did not expect it at all.
At first, I was looking around, wondering what's going on, while my other female classmates where screaming and backing away to the door. The guys, just like me, were looking around.
Until Mr. Wasp got out of hiding, and floated on top of our heads.
You have no idea how funny it was.
But good things have to end early, and someone killed poor Mr. Wasp and class ended.
Though, you gotta admit, it was pretty damn funny.
---purimaadesu!
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Places with my Name
Ever feel awkward when you see a store named after you, and you never knew it existed until now? Well.
Yeah.
I found two places so far, and I can't help but say, 'I wonder if mom named me after this..."
There's Mancy's Tokyo and Mancy's Steakhouse. I swear. Go look it up on google. My Tokyo is an art restaurant and a karaoke bar(which is pretty sweet). And the Steakhouse is pretty self-explanatory.
That's pretty much it for today, other than my neck hurting like hell (been sore all morning; wouldn't hurt if someone could massage it ;w;) and that I have a headache all morning.
Yup.
---Purima
Yeah.
I found two places so far, and I can't help but say, 'I wonder if mom named me after this..."
There's Mancy's Tokyo and Mancy's Steakhouse. I swear. Go look it up on google. My Tokyo is an art restaurant and a karaoke bar(which is pretty sweet). And the Steakhouse is pretty self-explanatory.
That's pretty much it for today, other than my neck hurting like hell (been sore all morning; wouldn't hurt if someone could massage it ;w;) and that I have a headache all morning.
Yup.
---Purima
Monday, November 5, 2012
When You Believe
My choir is singing this for the upcoming concert, and hopefully it'll stay that way. I should show them this song.
It's so freakin' purrity :D
Friday, November 2, 2012
French Class is Gonna Be the Death of Me
J'aime
J'aime assez
J'aime bien
J'aime beaucoup
J'adore...
Je n'aime pas
Je n'aime pas assez
Je n'aime pas bien
Je n'aime pas beaucoup
Je déteste...
Honesty, this class is gonna be the death of me. How? Well, after Healthy Living class, I checked my schedule and saw that I had French left, and I remembered I had an unfinished french survey due today. So, I dashed to my friends and asked them the question, which in the end left only one slot left (I had to ask 7 people). I was low on time and I dashed to my French class and realized.
I was in the wrong classroom.
*flips a table*
I was suppose to be in World History, but ended up going to my French class, which is right after this class. You have no idea how fast I ran. The funny thing about that is that since I my World History class was on the second floor (French being on the 1st), I had to go up the stairs,
And I tripped.
While running up the stairs.
...
I nearly bit my tongue off.
...
Yeahhh this class is gonna be the death of me.
----FrenchifiedPurima
J'aime assez
J'aime bien
J'aime beaucoup
J'adore...
Je n'aime pas
Je n'aime pas assez
Je n'aime pas bien
Je n'aime pas beaucoup
Je déteste...
Honesty, this class is gonna be the death of me. How? Well, after Healthy Living class, I checked my schedule and saw that I had French left, and I remembered I had an unfinished french survey due today. So, I dashed to my friends and asked them the question, which in the end left only one slot left (I had to ask 7 people). I was low on time and I dashed to my French class and realized.
I was in the wrong classroom.
*flips a table*
I was suppose to be in World History, but ended up going to my French class, which is right after this class. You have no idea how fast I ran. The funny thing about that is that since I my World History class was on the second floor (French being on the 1st), I had to go up the stairs,
And I tripped.
While running up the stairs.
...
I nearly bit my tongue off.
...
Yeahhh this class is gonna be the death of me.
----FrenchifiedPurima
Monday, October 29, 2012
Welcome to Cabaret~!
Yesterday, my school (mainly the chorus and band people) had a cabaret. So, we'd sing a series of songs in this performance and do our best to sing well.
However, I didn't feel like I was enjoying it. Rather, I was pretty 'bummed out'. Compared to me, the soloists were the stars on stage, and y'know, I can't help but try to out-beat them. But at the same time, I felt like as if the effort I putted into my singing was nothing compare to theirs. They had the wavy-like thing in their voice when they sing long notes, and they get the pitches right, too. My voice was so tiny, and so squeaky and annoying, compared to theirs I felt with me singing in the choir, it'll make no difference.
My voice is so pathetic...
I know that I shouldn't hit myself so down, but I've been compared all my life. Either I was the best or the worst, was what my father taught me. And it's a natural thing for teenagers to do in my age.
I just wish it wouldn't hurt as much...
And y'know, I barely have any friends in school. Spade disappears and never notices me, Diamond never talks to me, Clubs never has time to met up with me.
IS IT THIS HARD TO HAVE A FRIEND?
I'm gonna be honest to you guys, I have never felt like this is my life. Or at least, in a very long time.
I'm so sick and tired of this. Class is about to be over, so bye.
---Prima
However, I didn't feel like I was enjoying it. Rather, I was pretty 'bummed out'. Compared to me, the soloists were the stars on stage, and y'know, I can't help but try to out-beat them. But at the same time, I felt like as if the effort I putted into my singing was nothing compare to theirs. They had the wavy-like thing in their voice when they sing long notes, and they get the pitches right, too. My voice was so tiny, and so squeaky and annoying, compared to theirs I felt with me singing in the choir, it'll make no difference.
My voice is so pathetic...
I know that I shouldn't hit myself so down, but I've been compared all my life. Either I was the best or the worst, was what my father taught me. And it's a natural thing for teenagers to do in my age.
I just wish it wouldn't hurt as much...
And y'know, I barely have any friends in school. Spade disappears and never notices me, Diamond never talks to me, Clubs never has time to met up with me.
IS IT THIS HARD TO HAVE A FRIEND?
I'm gonna be honest to you guys, I have never felt like this is my life. Or at least, in a very long time.
I'm so sick and tired of this. Class is about to be over, so bye.
---Prima
Friday, October 26, 2012
Spade and Clubs
I swear, my friend Spade really fits her image. AND UGH. IT PISSES ME OFF.
I walked throughout the WHOLE entire school just to look for her ass, and wasted pretty much my time. Da. Hell.
I picked out her nickname wonderfully... Baka-Spade.
And Clubs. Phew, she's hard to stalk. One minute you turn a corner, she disappeared. She was wearing a realllly cute pink sweat :D
...
I have no idea why I noticed that. But moving on.
Those two have the greatest nicknames ever, and it fits them. My God, I've never got nicknames right, but damn this time I got them just right.
So now, since Spade is missing and Clubs disappeared from my sight, I'm sitting in a study room and playing the games I saved on my computer.
Ciao.
--CardmasterPurima
I walked throughout the WHOLE entire school just to look for her ass, and wasted pretty much my time. Da. Hell.
I picked out her nickname wonderfully... Baka-Spade.
And Clubs. Phew, she's hard to stalk. One minute you turn a corner, she disappeared. She was wearing a realllly cute pink sweat :D
...
I have no idea why I noticed that. But moving on.
Those two have the greatest nicknames ever, and it fits them. My God, I've never got nicknames right, but damn this time I got them just right.
So now, since Spade is missing and Clubs disappeared from my sight, I'm sitting in a study room and playing the games I saved on my computer.
Ciao.
--CardmasterPurima
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Earth/Space Essay (ONCE MORE?!)
WHY. WHYWHYWHYWHYWHY
Why do I ALWAYS forget about this class!?
Ugh, I just remembered this morning that we had this Earth/Space essay thingy and I DID NOT study at all. Much less use the 3x5 card (I never really wrote anything on it; I forgot what to do with it in the first place).
I seriously need to study more in this class.
The way I remember things is by paying attention to class and it saves me a lot (except for the missing projects ehehehe...). So, there are times when I would have this flashback moment and remember things. Like there was this one time, my Earth Teacher would say, "Ha, well, when you get kids and they say why did the winds blow, tell them it's because the sun shines."
Ohmygodthatwassofreakinawesome.
Okay, I've been looking through the essay questions I missed, annnnnnndddd
I'm betting my grade will be between a C+ and a D-.
Cause I used them in the right place, like air pressure and formation of clouds, buuuuttt not how I explained them. I mean, seriously, I'm not the brightest tool in the shed, but man am I dumb.
Alright, time to watch the adorable Castiel moments on youtube or whatevers...
Ciao.
---Not-Really-Smart Purima
Why do I ALWAYS forget about this class!?
Ugh, I just remembered this morning that we had this Earth/Space essay thingy and I DID NOT study at all. Much less use the 3x5 card (I never really wrote anything on it; I forgot what to do with it in the first place).
I seriously need to study more in this class.
The way I remember things is by paying attention to class and it saves me a lot (except for the missing projects ehehehe...). So, there are times when I would have this flashback moment and remember things. Like there was this one time, my Earth Teacher would say, "Ha, well, when you get kids and they say why did the winds blow, tell them it's because the sun shines."
Ohmygodthatwassofreakinawesome.
Okay, I've been looking through the essay questions I missed, annnnnnndddd
I'm betting my grade will be between a C+ and a D-.
Cause I used them in the right place, like air pressure and formation of clouds, buuuuttt not how I explained them. I mean, seriously, I'm not the brightest tool in the shed, but man am I dumb.
Alright, time to watch the adorable Castiel moments on youtube or whatevers...
Ciao.
---Not-Really-Smart Purima
Communication Styles
Hello to all of you blogging people and others who stalk me but never comments (I feel lonely here... lol)
I learned something today! (I learn something new everyday thought...)
Communication Styles
I really like Human Behaviors; it's fun, interesting, and it'll defiantly help me become a great detective when I grow up. From introverts and extroverts, from Maslow's theory. Everything just interest me and I feel happy/excited/holycow:O whenever I learn something from this class.
Today we learned about, as mentioned, communication styles. There are three types: Passive, Aggressive, and Assertive. There are also passive-aggressive (which are sneaky, manipulative people; basically a two-faced person).
Passive people are kinda like me. They're mostly introverted (extroverts can be passive sometimes, too!), and they just go with the flow. I keep imagining Castiel (from Supernatural and just so you know, I was talking about the tv show). HE'S JUST. SO. FREAKIN. CUTEEEE
*rambles on about Castiel's 'innocence'*
...and that voice! I mean, that voice. How on Earth can he be born with such a voice? He really is an angel, I say--
*get's smacked by a blogger*
HOLY CASS-- That hurted QoQ
*ahem*
Okay, back on topic. Basically, Passive people are people who are quiet, and they always follow a crowd. Whenever they face a decision, they would run away and avoid it at all cost; Passive people don't do well in conflicts or troublesome problems.
Aggressive people are a whole 'nother story. They're like the complete opposite of Passive people; in fact, they love Passive-type people. Aggressive people are, as it's title suggests, really mean people. I guess in simple words, excuse my language, a real 'bitch' (or a'dick' if he's a guy). My H.B. teacher talked about this one time where he had a conference with a boy in his class. Mr. Teacher said that the father's child wouldn't pay attention to class, and is always taking up the class's time. The father agrees whole-heartedly at once, nodding his head and agreeing. When the father and Mr. Teacher needed to talk to the boy, in which he was talking to another fellow teacher, the boy instantly looked away and ran up to another teacher to talk to, completely avoiding the father and Mr. Teacher.
And you know what happened?
The father letted him go. He didn't do a single thing. And Mr. Teacher was... upset. I know it's weird, but would you be upset when you see a friend being flat-out ignored by a family relative? The father was a passive person; he let's his son do what ever he wants, he let's his son walk all over him.
And the world knows that's not right.
And the son was an Aggressive type person. Defiantly, by the way he walks all over his father and not paying attention to class.
I'm glad Mr. Teacher is kinda Assertive. I mean, he's nice, yet mean. He has this boundary between teacher and student, and teacher and friend. He's not letting a student become too close to him. I kinda find that hurtful; my intentions on being friends it pretty clean and honest. It's usually the reason why I have a lot of friends, grownup or not.
Assertive people are what you might want to be. They're the type of people who puts the boundaries on a person, and have confidence in themselves(not too much; you'll probably end up being Aggressive). Basically, a well-rounded person.
Most people are usually Passive and Aggressive, but there are a fair amount of Assertive-type people also. So you should try striving for being Assertive, and maybe look back on your life using the info you learned.
And wao.
*takes a deep breath*
My goodness, I gave out another lecture. Ahaa, well I've given lectures worth an hour; maybe I should consider being a substitute teacher? Wouldn't that be a good experience.
Mahh, life is still young for me, I'll consider it once I grow up.
Ciaoooo
---Purima-sensei
I learned something today! (I learn something new everyday thought...)
Communication Styles
I really like Human Behaviors; it's fun, interesting, and it'll defiantly help me become a great detective when I grow up. From introverts and extroverts, from Maslow's theory. Everything just interest me and I feel happy/excited/holycow:O whenever I learn something from this class.
Today we learned about, as mentioned, communication styles. There are three types: Passive, Aggressive, and Assertive. There are also passive-aggressive (which are sneaky, manipulative people; basically a two-faced person).
Passive people are kinda like me. They're mostly introverted (extroverts can be passive sometimes, too!), and they just go with the flow. I keep imagining Castiel (from Supernatural and just so you know, I was talking about the tv show). HE'S JUST. SO. FREAKIN. CUTEEEE
*rambles on about Castiel's 'innocence'*
...and that voice! I mean, that voice. How on Earth can he be born with such a voice? He really is an angel, I say--
*get's smacked by a blogger*
HOLY CASS-- That hurted QoQ
*ahem*
Okay, back on topic. Basically, Passive people are people who are quiet, and they always follow a crowd. Whenever they face a decision, they would run away and avoid it at all cost; Passive people don't do well in conflicts or troublesome problems.
Aggressive people are a whole 'nother story. They're like the complete opposite of Passive people; in fact, they love Passive-type people. Aggressive people are, as it's title suggests, really mean people. I guess in simple words, excuse my language, a real 'bitch' (or a'dick' if he's a guy). My H.B. teacher talked about this one time where he had a conference with a boy in his class. Mr. Teacher said that the father's child wouldn't pay attention to class, and is always taking up the class's time. The father agrees whole-heartedly at once, nodding his head and agreeing. When the father and Mr. Teacher needed to talk to the boy, in which he was talking to another fellow teacher, the boy instantly looked away and ran up to another teacher to talk to, completely avoiding the father and Mr. Teacher.
And you know what happened?
The father letted him go. He didn't do a single thing. And Mr. Teacher was... upset. I know it's weird, but would you be upset when you see a friend being flat-out ignored by a family relative? The father was a passive person; he let's his son do what ever he wants, he let's his son walk all over him.
And the world knows that's not right.
And the son was an Aggressive type person. Defiantly, by the way he walks all over his father and not paying attention to class.
I'm glad Mr. Teacher is kinda Assertive. I mean, he's nice, yet mean. He has this boundary between teacher and student, and teacher and friend. He's not letting a student become too close to him. I kinda find that hurtful; my intentions on being friends it pretty clean and honest. It's usually the reason why I have a lot of friends, grownup or not.
Assertive people are what you might want to be. They're the type of people who puts the boundaries on a person, and have confidence in themselves(not too much; you'll probably end up being Aggressive). Basically, a well-rounded person.
Most people are usually Passive and Aggressive, but there are a fair amount of Assertive-type people also. So you should try striving for being Assertive, and maybe look back on your life using the info you learned.
And wao.
*takes a deep breath*
My goodness, I gave out another lecture. Ahaa, well I've given lectures worth an hour; maybe I should consider being a substitute teacher? Wouldn't that be a good experience.
Mahh, life is still young for me, I'll consider it once I grow up.
Ciaoooo
---Purima-sensei
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
I Got Chills
I got chills... they're multiplying...
And I'm loooosing contro-ol.
'Cause the powerrr that your supplying.
IT'S ELECTRIFYING. (Electrify, electrify, electrify...)
You better shape up! (Oo, oo, oo~) 'Cause I need a man (Oo, oo, oo~)
And my heart is set on you~
You better shape u~up
You gotta understand!
With my heart, I must be true~ Oo~ (Nothing left, nothing left for me to do...)
*continues singing with a Tsuna-doll*
--purimadesu
And I'm loooosing contro-ol.
'Cause the powerrr that your supplying.
IT'S ELECTRIFYING. (Electrify, electrify, electrify...)
You better shape up! (Oo, oo, oo~) 'Cause I need a man (Oo, oo, oo~)
And my heart is set on you~
You better shape u~up
You gotta understand!
With my heart, I must be true~ Oo~ (Nothing left, nothing left for me to do...)
*continues singing with a Tsuna-doll*
--purimadesu
Monday, October 15, 2012
Thursday, October 11, 2012
PENNNCILLARRGGG
AHAHAHAH ASIHDLASJD WHA- WAH-WAH AI CAN'T WAIT ANYLONGER
*flips a mass amount of tables*
VROIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!! >0<
OMGOMGOMG I JUST READ THE NEW CHAPTER OF KHR.
OH GOD.
OH GOODDDD.
IT'S
JUST
TO
a w e s o m e
qwq
--TOOMASSIVLYEXTREMEFANGIRLINGTOEVENCARE
*flips a mass amount of tables*
VROIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!! >0<
OMGOMGOMG I JUST READ THE NEW CHAPTER OF KHR.
OH GOD.
OH GOODDDD.
IT'S
JUST
TO
a w e s o m e
qwq
--TOOMASSIVLYEXTREMEFANGIRLINGTOEVENCARE
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
MAGNET SAMMBBAA
I SWEAR, THIS SONG IT'S. JUST. TOO. Asjdhalkjsdhcnjkjkd
*splutters nonsense*
I especially love the Kaito and Gakupo version. Not like I'm saying the one by Miku and Luka is bad, I just like yaoi more than yuri.
Kufufu.
Alright, enough spack-dab, and let's start doing the samba.
---Samba-Dancing Purima
*splutters nonsense*
I especially love the Kaito and Gakupo version. Not like I'm saying the one by Miku and Luka is bad, I just like yaoi more than yuri.
Kufufu.
Alright, enough spack-dab, and let's start doing the samba.
---Samba-Dancing Purima
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Makin' Music
I'm starting to get use to using Musicshake.com to make random music. It's so fun! So far, I've made A New Jaze, Can You Dance?, Dark Circuit, After The Finale, and Dancing Your Life Away.
However, there just short songs in the moment. They only last about 2 minutes long or so. I think Dark Circuit is about 3 minutes.
I should post some on here. And set the mood and stuff. XD
---Musical Purimaa
However, there just short songs in the moment. They only last about 2 minutes long or so. I think Dark Circuit is about 3 minutes.
I should post some on here. And set the mood and stuff. XD
---Musical Purimaa
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Lack of Friends
I want more friends.
(\_____/)
(● q v q ●)
^Honestly. Look at my poor pikachu face! I need some sort of friendship with females. It's essential to my social life. I mean, Spade is my friend, but she's been ignoring me, and AlchemistD isn't talking to me. (AlchemistD is... a guyfriend...? IDK!)
I feel so bored and empty and hungry. I won't be surprised if I ended up gaining a couple of pounds this week because of the amount of food I've been eating.
Seriously serious. I need a, like, a friend. Like, seriously.
Or else you'll, like, seriously get headaches from listening to me.
-----Like, I'm Purima.
(\_____/)
(● q v q ●)
^Honestly. Look at my poor pikachu face! I need some sort of friendship with females. It's essential to my social life. I mean, Spade is my friend, but she's been ignoring me, and AlchemistD isn't talking to me. (AlchemistD is... a guyfriend...? IDK!)
I feel so bored and empty and hungry. I won't be surprised if I ended up gaining a couple of pounds this week because of the amount of food I've been eating.
Seriously serious. I need a, like, a friend. Like, seriously.
Or else you'll, like, seriously get headaches from listening to me.
-----Like, I'm Purima.
Monday, October 1, 2012
Mirai Nikki
OTAY, so I mentioned it before that I've read, ketword: READ, the manga Mirai Nikki aka Future Diary. I'm pretty sure it's an anime, since I watched an episode.
I swear, Yuno Gasai is one hardcore yandere.
Times like these makes me wonder if there are real yandere people out there. I mean, I myself is a dandere, which is the type of girl that doesn't talk much and is all warm and bright to people they know they're not shy around. Yup.
Yandere: Cute on the outside, psychotic on the inside. Especially if they're in love.
Tsundere: Mean on the outside, cute on the in.
Dandere: Who's quiet on the outside, but spontaneously awesome on the in.
So. Yay. My japanese vocabulary is improving!
Oh, so now Carrot is reading Mirai Nikki, and is freaking out every 2 seconds because he thought Yuno was a mind reader. He'll understand one day.
One day.
*sighs*
Alright. So Mirai Nikki is insane yet interesting and kinda... realistic (like as in, it could happen, but not really). Not sure about Higurashi. I'll check it out later.
And hopefully won't puke my guts out.
Oh, here's a picture for you:
---- Nikki Purima!
I swear, Yuno Gasai is one hardcore yandere.
Times like these makes me wonder if there are real yandere people out there. I mean, I myself is a dandere, which is the type of girl that doesn't talk much and is all warm and bright to people they know they're not shy around. Yup.
Yandere: Cute on the outside, psychotic on the inside. Especially if they're in love.
Tsundere: Mean on the outside, cute on the in.
Dandere: Who's quiet on the outside, but spontaneously awesome on the in.
So. Yay. My japanese vocabulary is improving!
Oh, so now Carrot is reading Mirai Nikki, and is freaking out every 2 seconds because he thought Yuno was a mind reader. He'll understand one day.
One day.
*sighs*
Alright. So Mirai Nikki is insane yet interesting and kinda... realistic (like as in, it could happen, but not really). Not sure about Higurashi. I'll check it out later.
And hopefully won't puke my guts out.
Oh, here's a picture for you:
---- Nikki Purima!
Higurashi ~When They Cry
Doesn't it sound romantic? I heard the song 'Dear You' and thought this must be a sweet anime/manga, like Kobato or Kimi ni Todoke.
But no.
It's the complete freakin' opposite.
How did they get from innocent normal people:
But no.
It's the complete freakin' opposite.
How did they get from innocent normal people:
To this:
AHAHAHA-- Whut? Well, I haven't watched the anime or read the manga yet, so I have no right to judge. But really? REALLY? WHAT IS THIS? MIRAI NIKKI ALL OVER AGAIN?
...
I guess that's a yes...
---Mirai Purima
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