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Inactivity lately prompts me to give a lil' status update to those who care,
What I've been up to]
School, lots of it and boring as frick, lol. Um, I have started learning to play the Cowboy Bebop theme on piano as well as memorize the C-blues scale. I actually just finished watching Cowboy Bebop, maybe I will write a review of it later.
What else? Oh yeah, I have been reading the flowers in the attic series, and if you know me that's kinda crazy because I do not really enjoy reading real books; anyway, I am on book 2 and it is amazing!
My dad bought a bunch of Orthodox Icons and we have an icon corner now so we can speak to and venerate the Christian saints of orthodoxy. I know, it probably sounds weird to you, but it is truly amazing, a window to heaven. ♥
Just celebrated the 4'th of July yesterday and watched Forrest Gump for the first time ever; honestly, I love Tom Hanks so I don't know why I didn't watch it sooner, I think it was that 2 and a half hour time-stamp staring me down that kept me away for so long, lol.
AF Activity]
I've posted some new Poems in poetry club if anyone wants to go and check them out. Other than that, I think I've mentioned I've been a bit inactive, lol.
Life update/Resolve]
I have been feeling kind of lazy lately, so I think ima make a point of doing all of my workouts daily (no more skipsies) and really dedicate some more time to piano practice. Also, I intend on really getting serious about learning Japanese, no more of this anime-japanese like in Cilvanis video's, lol.
New Interests]
I think I may want to learn Ballet, idk though, I don't want my feet to get ruined so I think I might just want to learn the basics. I really just want to be even more elegant and I think Ballet helps a lot with balance, I don't really need it, but it would be cool.
I would like to learn how to sing as I kind of suck at it right now. I mainly want to learn how to sing because I am learning how to play piano and I want to learn how to play guitar, violin and the zither later (I love music) and if I could sing along to my playing I think it'd be great. Also, I feel like I could sing some of the poems I write.
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Title: Say What you Want ♥♥♥ I said you could drown if you wanted to, drown in my love, I don't got a clue, say what you want, but please, please don't forget the view. Oh yes I cried when you walked right out the room, and I tried but its just too much to sweep, with just one broom. So say what you want, I don't got a clue, I don't understand what you're meaning to, do to me, I can see, who you are, who you'll be, and I know you'll be with me, as I'm with you... So say what you want, I don't got a clue, drown in my love, yes I'm beggin' you, soar like a dove if you're meaning to, but I know who you will be, and you'll end up with me, you sweet thing you, yeah, its true, you'll end up with me, come on, you know it too, you'll end up... with me. ♥♥♥ Love you guys, hope you enjoyed this cute little poem! Note: I was Thinking it would sound really good as a song sung is kind of a folk-song way, I would love to sing it sometime but I am not a very good singer; if I practice maybe I can do it someday, gotta learn how to play guitar too as I think it'd sound better on Guitar than piano (my current instrument of my choice).
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Title: A Child's Dream (How I used to Smile) Do you remember how I used to cry, how I used to sigh and fake a smile, how I used to lie and live in denial? Do you remember how I used to curse, how I used to fight and how I used to lose? Do you remember how you'd be my nurse? Stitch me up nice with whatever was in you're purse. Do you remember how ungrateful I'd be, playing it cool, hoping you didn't see, what it was like to be me. Do you remember how I used to smile? Do you remember, cause its been a while... Do you remember how I hated the rain, how the cold showers only reminded me of my pain? Do you remember how I used to cut, I wore long sweaters so you wouldn't see, what it was like to be me. But you did... and you stayed. Do you remember how I used to write letters everyday, do you remember how hard it was to say? Do you remember unfolding that note, do you remember what it was like to choke, back the tears and back my fears? Do you remember what I looked like, dangling from that rope? Do you remember what it was like to be me? But I swear I didn't do it, I swear I was stronger, I swear I didn't let you down, I swear I'd have held on longer, I-it w-was this drunk driver you see, came out of nowhere and ended my misery... I swear I didn't let you down, but after all, you know what it was like to be me... Now, as you stand over me, are you crying or is that rain? I can feel its soft pitter patter on this stone-cold grave. Please, tell me you remember, please, tell me their tears, please, tell me you love me, and I'll tell you, "Be brave". Please, cry me a river, please, cuss me out cold, please, say you adore me, please, don't be so controlled... I can you feel you're soles, feel you're temperature, feel you're chain, I can you feel Jane, feel you again, but can you feel me, beneath all this terrain? Oh, Jane, please, just let me share you're pain... You've borne mine so long I can stand to see you go on, not like this... But just once more, could you cry for me? Could you show you care for me, still have that picture of me? remember when we were three, and we climbed that tree? R-remember, how I asked you to marry me, down on one knee, just a baby? Oh Jane, won't you please cry for me? Now I hear your parents, "Come on lets go", and I hope, just hope, you urging them, "no". Now the footsteps grow distant, which welcomes the thunder, welcomes the rain and welcomes the sputter. If only now, then what then? Were those truly you're tears, for me, being shed? But now I lie all alone, with only my thoughts, and that single nagging question, do you remember how I used to... Can you forget how I used to: cry, sigh, lie, curse, fight, lose? And just remember how I used to... Smile? Can you remember how I used to laugh, those rare times I wasn't bleeding in the bath. Can you remember how we used to talk, it wasn't always about death, tragedy and pain, don't you remember the days when it didn't rain? Say you remember my voice, that giggle I'd try to hide, tell me you remember my choice, my resolve to make you my bride. And a child's dream never changes, it just learns to migrate into the recesses, and the recesses of the brain, away from where all the pain is... And I think I know now, just why I'm here. It's a message from above, packaged up neat and delivered here, to the doorstep of my fear, written in capitals, crystal clear. And yet... It's like staring through a cold can of beer, on a hot summer's day. Like staring through a tear while you're begging me to stay. And it's hit me like a punch right to the gut, that you'd ask me to stay even today. Yes, I guess, I was always right and you didn't mean it; that tight lipped facade was so that you could believe it. But you couldn't, though you would, until today... And that's okay, I mean, it's true, what can I say? A child's dream never dies, it just migrates into the recesses and the recesses of the mind... Away from where all the pain is.
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Injustice: God's Among Us is free on Steam, Ps4 and probably some other consoles right now for a limited time. Great game, I'd recommend it!
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Replaying Last of Us to get hyped for Last of us 2 (I think I'ma buy it today). Also been playing a lot of MH: One's Justice and Injustice 2 lately.
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Shoutout to an underappreciated Lofi Stream live right now; I really enjoy this one, hope you guys'll give it a listen.
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White male suicide rates have sky-rocketed in recent years, no doubt because of the bias and hatred perpetrated against them by the liberal media. Men can be gross, but so can women, men can be sexual predators, but so can women, men can be violent, but so can women; why can't we all just stand up for real, "Equality"?
Misogyny, toxic masculinity and more terms used by the media today to belittle (Almost specifically and primarily), "Straight white men" are not terms that can be forced onto one ethnic group of people. We all need to realize this and move on from man-bashing and the encouragement of white guilt (Which can be seen prominently in Germany), please, it saddens me to see the effects it is having on otherwise perfectly happy young men.
No one is guilty of the sins of their fathers or mothers, you are only guilty of your own sins; stop feeling bad because you are told to by the media, I love you, love yourselves. ~♥ And please, nobody take this as me trampling on women's rights or whatever by talking mainly about men here, I am focusing on men right now because they are the ones under constant fire, sometimes for the best (Hollywood Elite purging, e.g. Harvey Weinstein) and other times for the worse.
Lets all just love one another and not continue to, even inadvertently, perpetrate mass depression and ostracization of any group of people for any reason ever. Not saying something is just as bad as going along with the agenda.
XOXOXO~ "The soul that sinneth, it shall die. The son shall not bear the iniquity of the father, neither shall the father bear the iniquity of the son: the righteousness of the righteous shall be upon him, and the wickedness of the wicked shall be upon him" -Ezekiel 18:20 KJV
Judge people on an individual basis and leave out generalizations when it comes to subjects like these. Not all men, not all women, everyone is different.
♥ Have a beautiful day ♥
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Suicide is a hard topic. Its one that saddens me most deeply beyond most causes of death. Besides murder, it is perhaps the most cruel.
We can definitely make an impact on others by simply choosing to be kind. To be unselfish and think of others first. This way, we dont only seek to uplift ourselves but to uplift others in their day to day lives as well.
We can never know the silent struggle someone is going through. It has been said time and again, and I have found it to be true that its often your smiling friends who are struggling the most. They just wont show it.
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Help please: I am trying to watch Naruto ep. 174 on Crunchyroll and there are no english subtitles. All other episodes so far have had them but now that Crunchyroll HTML5 is not working none of the new ones do. How do I fix this? Thx.
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Metal Gear Solid V, I just bought it. It's like the JoJo's Bizarre Adventure of video games, I am literally in love right now! Just wish the others were on PS4 outside of PS-Now.
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What is expressed with words can be amended thereby. However, what is with actions committed must be with actions made right.
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I am feeling this song so much right now, "Mama, I am that rich man" is such an awesome line! Obv I am a guy and not a tom-boy lol, but this song is just undeniably epic.
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This is a book I am working on, it is written in sort of a poetic way soI thought I'd post it here. It is about a Jiangshi, a chinese undead vampire. I may post more of it here later (or maybe I'll keep it to myself, lol) who knows. Anyway, tell me whatch'a think (if you feel like it). I intend to tackle some serious social issues with this. Prologue Darkness, a sound like hooves beating upon the ground and then… silence. A familiar smell entails a choice victim. Only a slingshot from the immutable stance of the emboldened figure whose name has yet to grace my tongue stands the prey. Weak and ripe for the raping, stout yet altogether senseless; it is an easy target for the musing mind of defilement. The moon dare not shine her divine light on this moment; the grass dare not keep silent upon this violent apparition nor the wind attempt not to warn the witless victim. Yet, it is by cause and effect that Mother Nature functions and through superiority that she fortifies her lodgings. A blood-stained beast of hell drenched in blood of an amount so much it alludes to post-pregnancy. His mouth, so dark and abhorrent, the blood of the innocent permanently permeating his taste-buds transforms a smile, a laugh, a yawn into a most surreal contradiction. His fingers, spindly and raw serving almost as several misshapen proboscis threaten the victim even after death has said his cold good-byes. His hair, stale and unkempt turn-coat from its originality under the eye of the divine moon goddess; it serves as a scarlet foresight into the existence of this inhuman terror. Thumping, a continual loathsome beating equatable unto that of the drums of war. A blood drenched orgy, dancing triumphantly almost as if in rebellion against the mance of the victim lying beneath him. A trail of entrails naught which the insects may refuse as their own. A meal deprived of meat with left none but a bone to with scorn the bypassing beast; a feast from which comes no sustenance but for the glutton of whom stripped bare all before the declaration prevailed unto the multitude. Jiang Shi
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This is a book I am working on, it is written in sort of a poetic way. It is about a Jiangshi, a chinese undead vampire. I may post more of it here later (or maybe I'll keep it to myself, lol) who knows. Anyway, tell me whatch'a think (if you feel like it). I intend to tackle some serious social issues with this. Prologue Darkness, a sound like hooves beating upon the ground and then… silence. A familiar smell entails a choice victim. Only a slingshot from the immutable stance of the emboldened figure whose name has yet to grace my tongue stands the prey. Weak and ripe for the raping, stout yet altogether senseless; it is an easy target for the musing mind of defilement. The moon dare not shine her divine light on this moment; the grass dare not keep silent upon this violent apparition nor the wind attempt not to warn the witless victim. Yet, it is by cause and effect that Mother Nature functions and through superiority that she fortifies her lodgings. A blood-stained beast of hell drenched in blood of an amount so much it alludes to post-pregnancy. His mouth, so dark and abhorrent, the blood of the innocent permanently permeating his taste-buds transforms a smile, a laugh, a yawn into a most surreal contradiction. His fingers, spindly and raw serving almost as several misshapen proboscis threaten the victim even after death has said his cold good-byes. His hair, stale and unkempt turn-coat from its originality under the eye of the divine moon goddess; it serves as a scarlet foresight into the existence of this inhuman terror. Thumping, a continual loathsome beating equatable unto that of the drums of war. A blood drenched orgy, dancing triumphantly almost as if in rebellion against the mance of the victim lying beneath him. A trail of entrails naught which the insects may refuse as their own. A meal deprived of meat with left none but a bone to with scorn the bypassing beast; a feast from which comes no sustenance but for the glutton of whom stripped bare all before the declaration prevailed unto the multitude. Jiang Shi
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Title: Sweet Devil As you walk you are bombarded with: pictures of ecstasy, rumors of obscenity and as you run towards visions of serenity you are only bombarded still... And that face, unblinking as if frozen in time hanging onto this one rhyme, it haunts you. Sweet devil. One hand on the bible and the other in the cookie jar, how did you get this far? House in denial, you're pain's gone viral, how are you living now? It's time to put yourself on trial. Would you take a stranger home, hold them down until they moan? Its not a hard question so what's with that tone? I wonder... Would you sit down in a club and throw you're money to the dancer? Please, sir, answer, its impossible to deny a stance here. Would you blame the victim for her choice of clothing? Oh, now what's with that look of self-loathing? Sweet devil. You say, "no", every time, but you lie, live an ideal for this rhyme and they cry. "But young men just wont do, they'll turn you black and blue, they'll break you're heart in two and go away laughing as they do". sweet devil. Its like looking in a mirror, you hate it but its part of you, its like looking to the past, present and future. Oh, what will you do? And these ecstatic images dancing in you're mind, they are only visions slowing the climb. You're blind to their problems but so protective of hers, what makes the majority inferior and one girl superior? Sweet devil. Hypocrisy rules your pitiful life, you warn her of yourself by warning her of them. You don't care and you know its true, you'd never give up a piece of ass if you didn't have to. You can't bear the reality of what you knew. who you'd be, who you were. You can't change the present but you sure as hell can put on a mask if you're up to task. The difference between you and them is you pretend you've changed while they acknowledge they never will. Sweet devil. So just go on condemning yourselves, condemning others and playing the hero, just go on condemning your past while hiding your future, the same prerogative. Just go on and on and on, it just goes on. Why can't you just be good? You know you should so simply do it. Put down the Viagra, can't you think without it? Weakness controls you, don't you want to quit it? Sweet devil. She serves only as an excuse to comfort yourself, to tell yourself you're doin' alright, because facing you're reality, its an awful sight and you can put it off just one more night... On and on and on...
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First of all, I'd like to thank you for this @Seshi what a nice poem to wake up to in the morning. To someone sincere, whom I hold dear this is for inspiring me when I think no one can hear, you show me I can make an impact and really connect with those whom I speak to even when I don't mean to, so thank you, and happy Valentines day (In advance) Seshi. -Sincerely, SAO LILDOOP
