A Set of Broken Headphones

I hate it when my headphones break. It's always one of the sides that stop working, and so I'm blasted in one ear. It's not right. Music needs to be listened to with both ears. If I'm listening to a good song, I can't do anything except to listen to it. I stop everything and just listen. And I dream.

They're Coming to Take Me Away

This is different, but HOLY CRAP it's weird. When I first heard it at school, I couldn't help but laugh at it.

Letters from Grandpa

Sometimes my grandpa sends us letters, and when I read them, I'm a little amused because they're like his journal entries almost. I don't think I've ever received a letter like one of his. They tend to be longish(or longer from other people's) and full of events that have happened in our family lately. It's different. Then again, I don't receive letters on a regular basis. I enjoy reading them though. It's just I don't feel like I can reply to someone's journal entries very well.

Just a Game

All is fair in Love and War. Love is just a game, as is War. There are rules you can cheat just for the sake of winning. There are always consequences at the end of it, whether happiness or sadness. But we still play even if we lose, because it's enjoyable? Well, it is just a game.

Lyrics and Translation Here

Milk

Technically, I like orange juice better than milk for an average morning breakfast(though it depends on what it is). But you can't deny dairy it's justice, can you? I mean I just smother myself in ice cream(chocolate) whenever I get my tiny hands on it, and EAT it. Same with yogurt. Cheese things. Etc. Normal milk is good to drink too. I'd like my milk cold, please.

Thieves

I want to be a ravished thief in the night, with cards as my weapon, and stealth as my adornment. It's my self-romance. That's what I day-dream about, isn't that a little...but I think it would be awesome to be so awesome! Sometimes I have wars between 'Thieves or Detectives?" Because I love them both so much!? Agh, I really don't know!

Ricordando il passato

I've been listening to this song for a few months, and I've really become attached to it. The song is in Italian. It's from Umineko no Naku Koro ni, though I'm not sure where. My favorite line is "In the story that I wrote, you can fly to freedom."

'Taste' in Romance

I think everyone needs a good romance story sometimes. But there really are 'tastes' in romance that differ completely from everyone else. For example, I can't stand the idolized 'Twilight' or other shows shown as popular, but I'm all over the small taste in 'Shangri-La'. I guess I really can't just go for all-out cheesy romance. I like a little more subtle, with most of the story being action and adventure. I also like it when the two people are rivals at first, and beat each other up in many different ways. It makes me laugh at how well they actually get along. When they're together, they also have to have some kind of 'impact'. A difference from when they're alone or with other people. Whether this is an all-out scream fight, or an awkward silence, it should be there. There's other things I could say, but I think you get the picture. That's only my taste, though.

Alive.........?

Everyone is connected, and yet no one is connected. People just like you wake up every morning, go to sleep every night. They pass you by, stop by you, pass by you. But you are infinitely alone in your mind. Even when there are people by your side, your heart slowly creaks, whirs down, cracks, and shatters into pieces, weighed with thoughts and feelings you could never share. The wishes never granted lie in the deepest part of yourself, a part that might be an ironic truth or lie. They fade as you walk in the day and on and on. And on and on. and on and on. And once you remember them, a kind of realization comes. What truly matters? The things you do everyday suddenly lose their purpose when your breath comes up short. And yet I keep on living...why? Why do I keep on living without any real purpose? And yet am I even really alive when I haven't lived yet? The future is always unreachable. Is all we have is each other? Is that really true? Don't I have myself? Is my identity disappeared if I am away from other people? Who am I really? Truthfully? A human? A daughter? A girl? A person? A sister? Alive?

Concert; Few in-between

Concert. Only went to half of it, but actually enjoyed it. A narration of Peter and the Wolf was played, and that was pretty awesome to hear. My sister played in it(French Horn) as one of the soloists. It was very pretty. Most of the people there were old balding men and aging ladies in granny dresses. Watching them socializing took off my mind from my bored-ness when I had to wait to go in. It was either old people or young people. There was few in-between.

Ai Think So

Ai Think So. A song I like recently. 'Ai' means 'love' in Japanese; a sort of play on words. I enjoy reading the lyrics. Bunny princess, yay!

Loyalty to Homework

Today is all homework. I'm so exhausted I can't even think. But when I think about it, the thing that makes me work so hard isn't for grades, really, but for a pesky thing called 'loyalty'. Why do I even have that anyways? It makes no sense, and yet I am determined.

Sister Day

Today is definitely a day for sisters. I wrote a lot about sisters today, in my short ghost story on Whatomic called Drowning Dreams, and yesterday and a little bit today in Scarlet Notes of Hood. And here to! Well, it's my sister's birthday, too. So perhaps that's why. A day congratulating sisters! By the way, the word 'sister' sort of resembles 'sinister', doesn't it? Ha ha ha.....

Cinderella is a Witch

Intelligence is beauty, yes? I love how she describes princes. It's so true. All that shiny teeth, too. It's a long song, but I like it. Tea-time, everyone!

 

 

Holmes Quotes

'It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.'

'What one man can invent another can discover.'

'...when you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.'

'There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact.'

'You see, but you do not observe. The distinction is clear.'

-Sherlock Holmes  

(grabbed from http://sherlockholmesquotes.com/)  

Boredom Chocolate

Agh, boredom makes its strike, again eh? I've been surviving on chocolate all day. Chocolate doughnut for breakfast, lunch, and Chocolate Cheerios for dinner. Pu ha ha ha ha. Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate, chocolate, chocolate, chocolate, strike. Chocolate going on strike. A real chocolate bargain?

One more Time, One more Chance

One more time, One more chance by Yamazaki Masayoshi

The lyrics are one of the most beautiful I've ever known.

Lying by the Door

"I lie by the open door, watching and listening the street and children passing by screaming on their bicycles and scooters. I can hear those chirping meal-wings, and I want to go outside and play. I want to go for a walk." I think all this while licking the bottom of a lone shoe.
(dog)

Death and Truth

I think I finally realized today. Even if I die today, even despite everything I've written about my life, my feelings, my dreams, myself, it would never be the same. I would still be dead. People who know me, know me through a general knowledge of a general idea formed in their mind of who 'I' am. I have to deal with the truth and lies of it all. Who they see in me and as me, is a truth in itself. But who I see in myself, and who I see as myself is also the truth. They are different, parallel, perpendicular, and the same. But the only thing that would be left if I passed away today would be the truth they see. My truth would go with me. It would not stay here. Is that why I still live? To try my best to pass my truth into the eyes of other people? Or is it something else? Do I want to change it? The truth?

Waltz of The Moon

I already posted this on Whatomic, but I truly just love this so much I wanted to have it here too. I love anything Alice in Wonderland related.

 Mio Isayama- Tsuki no Waltz

Tired after a Nap

Tired. So, so tired. Ugh, and when I took a huge nap I woke up a few hours later with a huge headache. And my tiredness isn't gone, either. In fact, I think it's possible it might be worse.

Bored

I am bored out of my mind. I could scream because of the pain of it. It feels like I'm not even living. And the thing I don't want to do the most is my homework.

Salmon Saturday

Another Saturday of cleaning at my grandma's. The best thing I got out of it wasn't the twenty dollars(though that certainly is awesome), but the salmon she made for lunch. Scrumptious stuff.

Finally Friday

Ah, it's finally Friday. I've been waiting for it all week. School is so entirely tiring. I have nothing to do tomorrow, oh, the mercy of a Saturday. Can I actually sleep in now? It feels like I haven't had a complete good nights sleep in a million years.

Song of a Broken Youkai

Fate turns on mercilessly, doesn't it? I didn't like this song at first, but after a few tries, I now have fallen in love with it. Will I be broken too?

The song of a broken youkai who loved a human

Ideas

Dealing with horses and dirt. Startling and tiring, days turn on and on and on and on. Until I make a mistake? Yet I actually feel fulfilled if I have a busy day that I finish things. An Australian dude talking about miniskirts, and I just laugh along. La la la la. Ha ha ha ha. The sounds of singing and laughing are so close, aren't they? I write and write, and all my ideas are milked out of me. Seeping. At the end of it is a trick where all my cleverness is snatched away onto paper. I have no more ideas.

Rolling Girl

I feel like rolling girl. Completely.

 

 

Sherlock Holmes

Oh yes, I do in fact Love Sherlock Holmes. I love the show and the movies, so maybe I should try out the books. I wish I had that skill to solve puzzles, yet discombobulate those people even more with my awesomeness.

OVER

This is the song that relates me to my ('fifth') first love, though I don't know if I could even call it that. (Ah, well). Miku Hatsune- Over. Incredibly ironic that it's called 'over', isn't it? If I recall, I also wrote a crappy poem to it that I've never posted....ha ha ha.

Scarlet Notes of Hood

I made once again, yet another blog. This is different from this blog and Whatomic, though. It's made purely for little red riding hood's journal entries. She'll be traveling through the wood and encountering different fairy tail characters from other stories. So it's a blog for a series of these stories. Check it out if you want to!
http://scarletnotesofhood.blogspot.com/