Seamus Finnigan or Dean Thomas: Leprechaun Boy FTW
Nov 27, 2011
Seamus Finnigan or Dean Thomas: Leprechaun Boy FTW
Nov 26, 2011
Me: It's a perfect ending xDD
Nov 18, 2011
One sharp pebble can cause the crack that shatters the glass...
Similarly, one harsh sentence can cause the scar that can break a relationship, if no one is willing to take the pains to heal it.
That's kind of how I feel now, with regards to ... well, a lot of stuff. It seems to me as if there are cracks in the glass all around me. Here and there, within and outside my family, so many relationships seem to be teetering on the edge of breaking. I can actually see the strain between the individuals involved, no matter how bright a smile they force onto their faces.
They try to act as if nothing happened between them, that no harsh words were exchanged, that all of us can still be friends and one happy family that will always be the same-old-same-old, but it's not the same. We're not the same. Some things are like nothing to what I remember during my childhood. (Or was I too blind as a child to negativity that already existed from way back then?)
Relationships have changed, and some, I fear, for the worse. One has broken. A few are barely surviving. And more and more seem to be taking a beating every day, with the majority being initiated by freakin' misunderstandings that are like little stones dropped into a pond where one ripple overlaps with the other until they keep getting bigger and bigger and all hell breaks loose. And when the misunderstanding is finally understood, no one is willing to stand up and say sorry. The scars and wounds inflicted on the heart remain.
I am grateful that I'm a third party observer in all this, but more often than not, I feel like I'm the only one that actually cares about all this. No one else seems to give a damn that some of us are actually growing apart; and I can't believe that some of the very people that I actually thought would share my feelings have brushed off my worries, as if they are just a child's irrational fears. I'm freaking twenty years old! I can see what's happening to us and when I express my concerns, it's because they are serious! Aren't family relationships important anymore? Why isn't anyone even bothering to take the blame and apologise even when they are so clearly in the wrong? Is a person's pride that important? Since when have we stopped caring about the other person and maintaining a loving, caring relation between us?
When I think about it, all this drama around me actually feels like a faint echo of what's happening to our country in general. We were a happy people once, where a person did not wish any suffering on the other, and where you can always find a helping hand and us Dhivehin were actually one. Now it's just every man for himself, a dog eat dog world where no one cares as long as it's the other person that's suffering and not them.
I'll stop here now, because politics, as much as it pisses me off, is the one topic I'm determined not to give a damn about.
Cousins are the first friends of your life...
And always will remain as such for the rest of it, so I have learned to treasure them. Most of my friend circle is made up of cousins anyway
'cause I have more of them than I'll ever need but I love all of you so yeah xD
When it comes to friendshippy-bonding-with-cousins, I realised that I go through phases where, for a period of time, I'll be closer to a certain batch of cousins, then in the next period, I become closer to another batch, and then back again and repeat. This kinda happens when my interests in things change and so, in that time, I always connect most with the cousin(s) that share(s) my immediate interest. (Make sense?) This worries me a little sometimes, 'cause I wonder, what if the ones I'm growing a temporarily distanced from think that I don't care about them as much as I used to? There will always be a part of me, I guess, that will worry about the possibility of broken bonds and relationships.
So, lately, I've been trying really hard to maintain relationships all around, even though I notice that with some of them, I don't have as much to talk about as before. It saddens me, but that's just how it is, I suppose. At least we're all still on good terms and we can find topics to talk about, so for now, I satisfy myself with that.
Latest crazy escapade with cousins involve an insanely fun trip to Hulhumale', of which I have a ton of hilarious pictures that I can't really post here because we all share a
phobiaparanoia of revealing identities/photos on the Internet, but I'll just leave this here:
|Le photographer: Moi. The above dorks took the liberty of transforming my pics into a gif xP|
And I can still remember that one of my biggest fears was that Jo Rowling might die before she finished the books. The other fear was that I might die before she finished the books. xP
I distinctly recall reassuring my ten year old self that I can always find out how the story ends in Heaven because of course Allah would tell me, right?. #ChildhoodFails.
I was both ecstatic and sad after finishing the seventh book. That same feeling has returned after finally seeing the last film. I'm happy, satisfied, sad, unsatisfied, blissful, melancholic and a whole lot of other things that would require me to rape a thesaurus, but mostly just content. It was a spectacular ending to an outstanding saga and David Yates didn't let me down.
SPOILERS AHEAD: Oh, I have issues with it, certainly, but for an HP book-turned-film, it was a lot better than I had dared to hope. True, it did bother me that Harry never actually knew that the other two Horcruxes were specifically Hufflepuff's cup and Nagini, and that he just conveniently "felt" them or "saw" them when he happened across them (I can't forgive Yates for cutting out those crucial memories in the sixth film. What was that nonsense about not wanting the focus of the film to be on Voldemort's childhood?! The entire book's core plot revolved around that!!!). It always gets on my nerves that the Polyjuice Potion never changes the original voice of the drinker - because, believe me, Hermione Granger's high voice coming out of Bellatrix Lestrange's mouth ... No. Just no. Aberforth Dumbledore did not get as much screen time as I'd have liked him to. The true story between the three Dumbledores and Grindelwald was never really explained; it was just a footnote. The Prince's Tale had important memories missing - like how and why Lily gave up on her friendship with Snape. I wish they had made Harry tell Neville to kill the snake, instead of Ron and Hermione, because in the book, Harry's determination to not say goodbye to his best friends (or anyone) and entrusting Neville to join Ron/Hermione to form the "new trio" was one of the key points that made Harry's walk to his death that much more emotional for me. Also, I wish more key points had been explained at "King's Cross", because so many things became clear at that point in the book. FINALLY, WHY COULDN'T THEY HAVE SHOWN LITTLE SCORPIUS MALFOY'S FACE, HMM?!
Long rant is long, yes, but I honestly loved the film. From the make-up to the special effects, the acting to the soundtrack - everything has been improving and this film certainly features the best yet. I adored the break-out from Gringotts on the dragon's back (but why'd they make it Hermione's idea? I know she's labelled as the "brilliant one", but it was supposed to be Harry's idea. Let him have some insanely brilliant moments, too, come on!). Also a shout-out to Helena Bonham Carter, because not only did she pwn as Bellatrix again, but she pulled off Emma Watson's Hermione-esque expressions wonderfully during the Polyjuice scenes. I forget the name of the dude portraying Aberforth, but I find myself preferring him to Michael Gambom (sort of like how I prefer Aberforth himself to Albus, I guess) and I think he did really well, given his limited screen time. I was actually impressed by the encounter between Harry and The Grey Lady, because they pulled it off better than I expected as she's a pretty sudden character.
The lead-up to the Battle of Hogwarts had a great atmosphere, laced with tension, excitement and apprehension and the promise of death and destruction, but with always the hope that the Light can succeed.. My heart was pounding when the professors began to fortify the castle and everyone got ready for the war. I almost spazzed when McGonagall brought those stone statues to life and went all hyper and giddy like a little child, "I've always wanted to use that spell xD". I literally laughed at that. :D
And the battle itself? Mind-blowing. I know that Deathly Hallows Part 1 was a set-up to the climax and this Part 2, the grand finale, so lots of action is to be expected, of course. And there were loads, with not a boring moment. What I loved most was how the action and entire battle were actually propelled by the characters; it wasn't just about random shit being blown up, but what they, as the storytellers of this saga, were actually doing to protect the world they live and believe in. It certainly established Neville as being the BAMF that he is and I was all HELL YEAH! And though I can understand that not all the personalities we adore can be brought on screen and individually shown, I did like the effort put in to the battle by the film-makers.
This is one of the few HP films where I actually liked the acting. Daniel has grown and I can actually accept him as Harry now. I have to give props to Emma 'cause I can see she is really trying (though her Hermione still doesn't entirely click it for me) and Rupert and Tom Felton were always, in my opinion, two of the best amateur actors in this series. Helena Bonham Carter owns the screen, even as a side character; no one can be McGonagall except Maggie Smith, and there are tons of others I wanna praise like Ralph Fiennes who brings Voldemort to life (in a different way than I imagined, but yeah OK), but right now the only actor I can actually spazz over is Alan Rickman. He is Snape. 'Nuff said. But I shall still spazz. In the previous films, he portrayed the side Snape expresses to Harry and the general public to near perfection, and in this film, when his past with Lily was revealed, it was like an arrow to my heart. His love for a woman who would never be his, the love that never changed over the years and which drove him to protect Harry though he is the living reminder of Lily's love for James, his heart breaking when he finally comes across the murdered Lily and how his face just falls and you can see his entire world crumbling around him ... I will admit to crying. Shedding actual tears. Snape will never be an ideal hero. He is only a tragic hero of sorts only because he fell in love; had he not, he would have been a Death Eater through and through. Nevertheless, he is one of the most complex and intriguing characters ever written with a solid and beautiful history behind him and Alan Rickman portrayed that to perfection. I most probably will still cry when I happen across The Prince's Tale again.
Finally, the epilogue. I was never too fond of the written epilogue (did we really need that?) but the film portrayed the scenes well. James Sirius has a face that is exactly how I imagined it to be - cocky and arrogantly playful - and Lily Luna was cute and Albus Severus was perfect and just too adorable for words! I liked the choice of child actors (BUT WHY NO SCORPIUS' FACE? WAEEEE?!) The make-up wasn't too bad, I guess, but I thought they could have made Harry, Ron and Hermione seem older. I was a bit happier with Ginny and Draco's make-up (and was intrigued with Astoria Greengrass and went all, 'Oooh~! So that's Felton's girlfriend! Not bad).
And then right when the Hogwarts Express begins to move out of King's Cross, THAT MUSIC begins to play. The classic Harry Potter soundtrack that used to play at the end of the first few films and then the camera zooms in on the trio's smiling faces and it was just so right and fitting and brought the whole story together that I totally "nostalgia'd" - as my friend would say - and thought I could forgive every little thing I disliked because this - this was just perfect and how this brilliant story should end and I was left with a smile on my face and just pure bliss in my heart. And that's what matters.
A part of my childhood has ended with this film, but like the Dumbledore here said, 'Words are our most inexhaustible source of magic'. I know that the halls of Hogwarts will always be there, waiting for me to walk through them the next time I open one of the books and I guess that's the real magic of Harry Potter. It is a powerful and moving story about a boy who turned out to be just ordinary in the end but still accomplished so much because he had who and what mattered beside him and with him, and that rings true for all of us too because the story draws us right into that world and a part of our hearts will always believe in it. I certainly do. It's been nine years since the deadline and I'm still waiting for my owl from Hogwarts :D A part of me always will, I think. Thank you, JKR, for this wonderful world you've built for us, and the film-makers who, even with all the unavoidable mistakes, brought that world to life. I enjoyed every moment of it.
I need more Arabic songs in my life...
Nov 4, 2011
- My Bio prof loves toughening up the exam so much that I'm actually unsure if I can win the challenge.
- My English prof's "English" is such that, more often than not, we're the ones teaching her her own subject.
- The Uni administrators are such
ruthlessmerciful, callousthoughtful and tactlessconsiderate @$$h0le$angels that they screwed up the exam timetable most magnificently at the last minute and I couldn't revise Chem.
- I'm so confident about Psych that I'm quite possibly the perfect target for that one monster called Situational Irony.
Oct 25, 2011
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
|Purgatory (Repenting Believers)||Extreme|
|Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)||Very High|
|Level 2 (Lustful)||Very Low|
|Level 3 (Gluttonous)||Moderate|
|Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)||Very Low|
|Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)||Very Low|
|Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)||Very Low|
|Level 7 (Violent)||Low|
|Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)||Low|
|Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)||Very Low|
Take the Dante's Inferno Test
Hmm~ Looking at the results below, I'm pretty satisfied. Let's pray that my real life status in the afterlife will be similar ^^
And gosh, I'm writing the entire thing in HTML, something I was forced to learn after joining LJ. It feels both rewarding and exhausting.
HERE HAVE SOME OBNOXIOUS DISPLAYS OF HTML
Purgatory You have escaped damnation and made it to Purgatory, a place where the dew of repentance washes off the stain of sin and girds the spirit with humility. Through contrition, confession, and satisfaction by works of righteousness, you must make your way up the mountain. As the sins are cleansed from your soul, you will be illuminated by the Sun of Divine Grace, and you will join other souls, smiling and happy, upon the summit of this mountain. Before long you will know the joys of Paradise as you ascend to the ethereal realm of Heaven.
Level 1 - Limbo
Charon ushers you across the river Acheron, and you find yourself upon the brink of grief's abysmal valley. You are in Limbo, a place of sorrow without torment. You encounter a seven-walled castle, and within those walls you find rolling fresh meadows illuminated by the light of reason, whereabout many shades dwell. These are the virtuous pagans, the great philosophers and authors, unbaptised children, and others unfit to enter the kingdom of heaven. You share company with Caesar, Homer, Virgil, Socrates, and Aristotle. There is no punishment here, and the atmosphere is peaceful, yet sad.
You have come to a place mute of all light, where the wind bellows as the sea does in a tempest. This is the realm where the lustful spend eternity. Here, sinners are blown around endlessly by the unforgiving winds of unquenchable desire as punishment for their transgressions. The infernal hurricane that never rests hurtles the spirits onward in its rapine, whirling them round, and smiting, it molests them. You have betrayed reason at the behest of your appetite for pleasure, and so here you are doomed to remain. Cleopatra and Helen of Troy are two that share in your fate.
In the third circle, you find yourself amidst eternal rain, maledict, cold, and heavy. The gluttons are punished here, lying in the filthy mixture of shadows and of putrid water. Because you consumed in excess, you meet your fate beneath the cold, dirty rain, amidst the other souls that there lay unhappily in the stinking mud. Cerebus, a canine monster cruel and uncouth with his three heads and red eyes, dwells in this level. He growls and tears at the damned with his teeth and claws.
Just before the river Styx is the Fourth Level of Hell. Here, the prodigal and the avaricious suffer their punishment, as they roll weights back and forth against one another. You will share eternal damnation with others who either wasted and lived greedily and insatiably, or who stockpiled their fortunes, hoarding everything and sharing nothing. Plutus, the wolf-like demon of wealth, dwells here.
The river Styx runs through this level of Hell, and in it are punished the wrathful and the gloomy. The former are forever lashing out at each other in anger, furious and naked, tearing each other piecemeal with their teeth. The latter are gurgling in the black mud, slothful and sullen, withdrawn from the world. Their lamentations bubble to the surface as they try to repeat a doleful hymn, though with unbroken words they cannot say it. Because you lived a cruel, vindictive and hateful life, you meet your fate in the Styx.
Level 6 - The City of Dis
You approach Satan's wretched city where you behold a wide plain surrounded by iron walls. Before you are fields full of distress and torment terrible. Burning tombs are littered about the landscape. Inside these flaming sepulchers suffer the heretics, failing to believe in God and the afterlife, who make themselves audible by doleful sighs. You will join the wicked that lie here, and will be offered no respite. The three infernal Furies stained with blood, with limbs of women and hair of serpents, dwell in this circle of Hell.
Guarded by the Minotaur, who snarls in fury, and encircled within the river Phlegethon, filled with boiling blood, is the Seventh Level of Hell. The violent, the assasins, the tyrants, and the war-mongers lament their pitiless mischiefs in the river, while centaurs armed with bows and arrows shoot those who try to escape their punishment. The stench here is overpowering. This level is also home to the wood of the suicides- stunted and gnarled trees with twisting branches and poisoned fruit. At the time of final judgement, their bodies will hang from their branches. In those branches the Harpies, foul birdlike creatures with human faces, make their nests. Beyond the wood is scorching sand where those who committed violence against God and nature are showered with flakes of fire that rain down against their naked bodies. Blasphemers and sodomites writhe in pain, their tongues more loosed to lamentation, and out of their eyes gushes forth their woe. Usurers, who followed neither nature nor art, also share company in the Seventh Level.
Level 8 - the Malebolge
Many and varied sinners suffer eternally in the multi-leveled Malebolge, an ampitheatre-shapped pit of despair Wholly of stone and of an iron colour: Those guilty of fraudulence and malice; the seducers and pimps, who are whipped by horned demons; the hypocrites, who struggle to walk in lead-lined cloaks; the barraters, who are ducked in boiling pitch by demons known as the Malebranche. The simonists, wedged into stone holes, and whose feet are licked by flames, kick and writhe desperately. The magicians, diviners, fortune tellers, and panderers are all here, as are the thieves. Some wallow in human excrement. Serpents writhe and wrap around men, sometimes fusing into each other. Bodies are torn apart. When you arrive, you will want to put your hands over your ears because of the lamentations of the sinners here, who are afflicted with scabs like leprosy, and lay sick on the ground, furiously scratching their skin off with their nails. Indeed, justice divine doth smite them with its hammer.
Level 9 - Cocytus
This is the deepest level of hell, where the fallen angel Satan himself resides. His wings flap eternally, producing chilling cold winds that freeze the thick ice found in Cocytus. The three faces of Satan, black, red, and yellow, can be seen with mouths gushing bloody foam and eyes forever weeping, as they chew on the three traitors, Judas, Brutus, and Cassius. This place is furthest removed from the source of all light and warmth. Sinners here are frozen deep in the ice, faces out, eyes and mouths frozen shut. Traitors against God, country, family, and benefactors lament their sins in this frigid pit of despair.
You have escaped damnation and made it to Purgatory, a place where the dew of repentance washes off the stain of sin and girds the spirit with humility. Through contrition, confession, and satisfaction by works of righteousness, you must make your way up the mountain. As the sins are cleansed from your soul, you will be illuminated by the Sun of Divine Grace, and you will join other souls, smiling and happy, upon the summit of this mountain. Before long you will know the joys of Paradise as you ascend to the ethereal realm of Heaven.
Oct 20, 2011
In our university this year, only five students from my batch are taking Biology. We were the only ones in Bio class in the first semester (and happily hogging the professor all to ourselves), but this second sem, we were joined by another larger batch, who needed to take Bio to get full credit points or something
I've never thought of that as much of a problem before - being jealous of someone is just pathetic, pointless and stupid; and requires actually giving a damn, which I can't be bothered to - but then...
Today, wrapping up the last class before exams:
Professor: Judging by your overall performances on the five quizzes we had, I'm expecting four of you to achieve High Distinctions in Bio this semester.
Me: [thinking] Four of us getting HDs? Quizzes? But ... the only ones who've continuously got top marks on all the quizzes are those few people from the other batch - wait. ಠ_ಠ
Is she ... implying that ... there will be HDs only from the other batch?! D8<
*insert inner rage*
Me: What, does she think we, her
Professor: But of course, you all can go ahead and prove me wrong. :3
Oct 8, 2011
|LOLWUT Umma spazzing, Yesungie doing DAT WALK and Kyuhyun's crotch on fire - it's a win in itself xD|
Sep 18, 2011
Aug 29, 2011
I've realised that Eito is really truly painfully amazing - yeah, I know I've already said that before - not simply because they are made of whack and insanity and unshakeable member ai and awesomefailsauce hilarity, but because they are the one group I've come across where I'm undeniably biased to every single one of them.
Yeah, I know I used to lean slightly more towards the whiny brat of an evil genius Yoko, perverted Subaru who created a whole new subset of ero-ero weirdness, and charismatic NSKD who's always been speshul, but that's more or less over now, methinks. There are no more favourites to play. Be it Maru's weird
Unimpressive fandom epiphany is unimpressive but there! It needed to be said.
Bottom line: Kanjani8 is amazing, not simply as a musician group, but as humans too.
That is all. ♥
Aug 9, 2011
Any other person would pull out their new phone to save it from an early flattening, no? But the only thing on my mind as I yanked it out was,
"Oh no~ Phone! Front pocket! Radiation! MY OVARIES!! THEY'RE GETTING FRIED!!"
I either just experienced the joys of a sleep deprived mind, or I actually have my priorities set straight. >.>
Jul 9, 2011
Jul 4, 2011
Since I was around 9, whenever anyone asked me, 'What's your ambition?', I always answered, 'To be an author'. There was no hesitation, no uncertainty, no hint of a creeping doubt back then. It's what I love; writing. I wanted to be a writer when I grew up.
The ambition clung on even when it was time to pick my subject stream when I entered secondary (high) school. I always knew I'd never choose the Business stream - the last thing I ever want, even now, is a desk job. I chose Science instead (for the knowledge) and Literature in English as the optional subject, because I assumed it'd help to expand my horizons with regards to writing. True, it did. But then, I was faced with reality.
My English is decent, insha Allah, but I suck on an epic scale when it comes to writing in Dhivehi (my native tongue). And here, for Maldivian writers, it's Dhivehi books that sell for them. Reality slap number one.
The book publishing system here, with all due respect, fails. For writers, that is. Here, you sell the copyright to some agency for a sum and that's all you're getting. A thousand people might buy your book, but the writer doesn't get a single penny from the gross. It all goes to the shops and the publisher. Reality slap number two.
My family is not rich. And due to certain circumstances, I'm the one whose gotta earn enough to support my parents when the day comes. I can't make that kind of money by writing. I considered doing photography 'cause I love it, but again, it's not a profession that gets you far in Maldives. Fashion photography, maybe, but I goggle nature, not skinny models in skimpy clothes. Reality slap number three.
When it was finally time to start my Degree, I decided on teaching because people and kids I've tutored tell me I'm good at it and I find it pretty satisfying (and it pays pretty well). University is hard - and can be irritating if you land with a lecturer that makes you wanna bang your head on the table - but overall, I really do love it. But it's overwhelming for me sometimes when I consider the future. If I officially attend a school as a teacher, it's bye-bye-free-time (and I'm someone that really values personal time. Why else would I procrastinate so much?) Second option is to just become a home tutor; that might bag me some free time, but would I make as much money that way? The thought is worrying.
Perhaps worst of all is that, somewhere deep inside, I want so much just to WRITE, with a little photography thrown in. People have told me I could write on the side while teaching, but lately, I've come to realise that most of my original fictions feature concepts ... not really that acceptable to Maldivian society. Sure, there are open-minded people, but even I myself find what I write weird sometimes. And, this is sad, but the majority of my people have a thing where they don't like new stuff. They stick with the old - which is why our film industry sucks for me; they do the same old storyline, retold in a cheesier, cornier way, because that's "what the masses connect with" - and brush aside new, alien ideas. And ... I just don't know ...
I'm still set on teaching, but it hurts when those moments come when I feel all uncertain and insecure and become afraid that I might regret the choices I've made. But I need to take reality into account and the path that is guaranteed, because due to my family situation right now, I can't afford the luxury of "trying something new" or "take a leap of faith" and do what I wanna do. I have my family I need to support and I don't ever want to let my parents down. They'd tell me to do what I want, but I know all too well that that wouldn't yield any satisfactory results, financial and realistic-wise. Not here, anyway.
I can deal with it. I can cling onto writing by immersing myself in fanfiction when I can, but it still feels horrible, wanting to walk down different paths at the same time. And lately I've been getting afraid that, due to these different wants and uncertainties, I might not find any path at all to walk on. That I might fail my family in the end. And that's just terrifying ...
Jun 9, 2011
• 2 Favorite Members: Nakamaru Yuichi ♥, Taguchi Junnosuke. I like dorky, weird-ass guys, OK -_-
• Funniest member: Junno. Hey, his jokes may fall flat, but they entertain xD
• Member I’d like as my BFF: Maru ^o^ He'd be my confidante/pet/future-husbando-on-a-leash ahahaha.
• 2 Favorite Members: Nishikido Ryo, Yamashita Tomohisa (yes, the dead-fish).
• Funniest member: *long, uncertain silence* Eh ... Koyama? Maybe?
• Prettiest member: Pretty Pi is pretty. It's irrevocable.
• Member I’d like as my BFF: Tego. Evil people go together >8D
• Member that’s ruined my life: None here, too. *triumph*
• Prettiest member: Tacchon. All arguments stating otherwise are invalid.
• Most bad-ass member: Between Dokkun's dokkun and Hina's tsukkomi, which doesn't spare even mannequins, who am I supposed to choose?? 0.o
• Member I’d like as my BFF: Kimi-kun xD. We shall be the evil twins, plotting evil deeds together mwahaha.
• Member that’s ruined my life: THE WHOLE LOT OF THEM AJSKDJFKL
And since I'm ignoring that it's 1.00 a.m. now, I'm gonna do a SuJu version just for the hell of it.
• Funniest/Weirdest member: Heechul and Yesung, respectively. Though Chullie applies to both.
• Prettiest member: Heechul! No buts. Sungmin comes very close, though.
• Most bad-ass member: Kangin ^o^ The biggest bully on the playground with a heart of mush and gold.
• Member I’d like as my BFF: Leeteuk. We'd be dorks together and I'll make fun of his laugh everyday xD
• Member that’s ruined my life: It'd be a slash between Heechul-Kangin-Sungmin-Eunhyuk. Go away, Kyuhyun, not you, too! D:
And now, I REALLY should get some sleep >.>
Jun 6, 2011
May 24, 2011
Of an endless void
Fall over the rim
And into oblivion
Trapped all alone
In a black abyss
Reaper, sound the horn
And bear my soul away
A light shines behind
But am unable to turn
For darkness rules my mind
And in my Hell, I burn
I long to run free
But I am in chains
The song is already sung
And sealed is my fate
I wrote this poem two years ago during a very boring class.
May 16, 2011
I fell asleep ridiculously early last night. Or maybe not that ridiculous, considering I was supposedly studying Psychology (Psych, yous an interesting subject and all, but the damage the oh-so-competent lecturer did to you can never be undone, I'm sorry).
Where was I? Oh right, falling asleep. Right, I fell asleep around 9-ish and consequently was up by 4 this morning. So, I just wandered around, sleepless, until around 5-ish, I just happened to throw my gaze out the window. And wow, what a sight met my eyes!
To the west, there was a GORGEOUS full moon about to set. And when I say gorgeous, I mean WOW. It was huge - I still don't really get it why the sun/moon look so tiny at the zenith, but like over-inflated beach balls while rising/setting - and golden and you can almost see every crater on its surface. Maybe it's because I was seeing the moon setting for the first time, but I thought it looked far more beautiful compared to the common blood-red moonrise.
So there I was, oohing and aahing
And right overhead, there was a patch of sky - not quite pitch black, but still dark - that was absolutely splattered with stars aplenty.
Imagine that. A slow approaching sunrise to the left, diamonds up above and a setting full moon to the right. In those moments, the sky was lit by three different sources. You don't see that every day.
It makes me wonder just what other kinds of wondrous sights we miss while we're far too busy snoring in our beds...
May 7, 2011
|Yep, definitely got the "hero" look here.|
|Nino, you's o-sum and all, but you're no Vin Diesel. Just sayin'.|
|Horikita Maki, who is cute and pretty even with that Japanese-Fan-Hairdo.|
|My first reaction: CHIAKI-SEMPAI!!!|
|Tamaki-chan, may I take your place? Like, forever? Please?? xD|
|Those eyes ... *.* I adore the way he looks at Nino. Such cold hatred.|
|I loved their fights more than I can say~|
|Beautiful and intimidating. Perfect.|