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

I Wanna Weep ;^;

I'm pretty serious here.

I do wanna weep. ;A;

Why...?

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...

...

...

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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

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...

But yah...

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

To The People Who Actually Reads This

Why.

...

No, seriously, why are you stalking me on this blog? It's mine.

So.

ShooshoothisplaceishmineD<

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

*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

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

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

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

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).

-KyotoProtocol Purimaaa

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.

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.

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

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!

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

When You Believe

I. Love this song.

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

The Female and Male Parts

I love how awkward my Healthy Living class can be. XD

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